Two Drunk Girls

[RapeU]

Teaser: Macy’s pussy was finally wet enough to my liking. I got on top of her and pulled her face towards mine. My lips touched hers and my prick entered her body. After a few thrusts she stirred and became semiconscious. I could feel her body trying to clumsily wiggle away without success. Her hands found my body and lightly pushed at me. Her push was weak and didn’t have any effect. I could tell she didn’t want this, and that excited me more. Muffled moans of protest leapt out of her mouth with each thrust as I went in and out at a moderate pace.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Two Drunk Girls
Author: RapeU
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What follows is a simple fictional tale of me taking advantage of two drunk women multiple times.

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Two Drunk Girls

In my junior year of college I transferred from a community college in my hometown to a larger Christian college several hours away by car. On Welcome Week, a few weeks before the semester began, there were various clubs and organizations recruiting people to join. Standard stuff really. I didn’t think I would join any of them, but figured it wouldn’t hurt to see what the college had available. One organization recruiting was a swing dancing group. I never learned how to dance, but the recruiter said to not worry about it. All I needed to learn was a few simple moves and proper dancing etiquette and I’d be fine. I signed up for swing dancing and figured the choice was a no brainer. Only a few people knew me, it was a good activity, it would help with making friends, and I could pick up hot women. Maybe I could get a girlfriend out of it.

The recruiter was right. It was easy to learn the basics and as far as etiquette all you had to do was just thank the person for the dance. Oh, and not be a creep. I of course kept the lewd thoughts to myself as I danced with women I didn’t even know. I don’t know if any of them noticed the tent in my pants whenever I danced with a pretty lady. No one ever said anything about it and I wasn’t about to draw any attention to it. It happened quite frequently. There’s not much it takes to get my prick up. On one early occasion of swing dancing my dance partner noticed my hesitation, primarily because I was new. She smiled at me and said “You can have your way with me.” That was an instant prick hardener which I had to hide until I was able to properly fantasize about her by myself.

I went on various trips to different cities with the swing dancers from my college and enjoyed myself. I was right in my assumption that swing dancing would be a good way to meet hot women. The only problem I didn’t anticipate was my cock being teased without getting any action. Getting teased was better than nothing though, and it at least gave me material to work with while masturbating later. I eventually got a fleshlight because I figured it would be a while before I could get into someone’s pants. Then on one particular trip I suddenly got a whole lot of action that I didn’t see coming!

It was the weekend we went to Austin, Texas. Of course, since this was a Christian college two people of the same sex had to be in a hotel room to discourage people from having sexual relations. Ironically they never considered the possibility that gay students would do the horizontal monster mash. It was something that did happen more often than you might think, but that’s another story for another time.

The city of Austin is known for many things. “Keep Austin weird” is a slogan to promote tourism, and Austin is indeed weird with people who do unusual and strange things that would be frowned upon by the college. Another thing Austin is known for is Sixth Street where everyone goes to get drunk off their ass. No, it is not a single bar. It’s an entire city street filled with bars and booze. The faculty member of the college, I don’t remember their name or even if it was a guy or a girl, who came along with us simply said “I don’t want to see or hear about any of you drinking or doing anything you know you’re not supposed to be doing.” The implications of course is the faculty member would allow it to happen just as long as it didn’t happen in front of them. A “don’t ask, don’t tell” situation. However, in regards to sex it was different “There will be no sexual activity during this trip.” We all knew that if anyone got caught getting drunk off their ass, or doing the horizontal monster mash, or anything “unchristian,” the consequences would be an academic suspension at best and expulsion from the university at worst.

Alcoholism is a big deal for me because in my family there have been several who have fallen into the trap of becoming alcoholics. Thankfully only my extended family had this problem, so I was spared the absolute worst of it. What I did experience from family members who struggled with it was pretty bad though. Thus, when everyone wanted to go to sixth street after a swing dancing event I politely declined. The faculty member declined as well and reemphasized the prior warning of not wanting to see or hear about anyone drinking. We were the only two who stayed at the hotel. Everyone else decided to walk to Sixth Street because it wasn’t far from where we were staying.

There are a few things that I should probably mention now that will become important later so that I don’t forget. There was no planned mode of transportation to and from swing dancing locations. We always carpooled and played it by ear depending on who wanted to go and what cars were available. I always took my own car to these events and usually had two or three people ride with me. It was not unusual to have different people in my car on the ride back. Having my own car meant that I didn’t have to worry about being left behind, something that I had a legitimate fear of due to an incident that happened at a church youth group. That’s another story for another time and not as exciting as this one. Additionally, remnants of a strong hurricane that primarily hit Galveston was supposed to blow into Austin and continue inland towards our college. We all knew travel back would be hazardous if we didn’t leave by morning. There were several weekend events happening that had students scheduled to travel back to the campus. The college canceled Monday classes due to severe weather as a precaution due to that. Everyone wanted to go back to the college and be safe in their dorm rooms or apartments before the storm hit. That was essentially the plan for our group for traveling back. Other groups doing different college activities opted to stay an extra day and hunker down in their hotel rooms.

Back to me in my hotel room. Around 2 in the morning I kept hearing this strange sound at the door. Taps, whispers, and giggles. I ignored it at first, but it kept happening so much that I just had to investigate. When I opened the door two girls from the swing dancing group at my college, Lilly and Macy, nearly stumbled into the hotel room. Both women were brunettes with hair that went slightly past their shoulders. Petite, but not too skinny. White with a tan and slightly muscular, probably from playing various sports in high school. Now that I think about it I do remember both of them ran track for sure. Both pairs of legs were tantalizing with Lilly’s being longer than Macy’s. Both asses were ones that could catch your eye and keep you staring. Lilly’s tits looked to be on the large c size while Macy’s knockers looked slightly smaller, but still complimented her body frame. Just like their asses, both girls’ tits were eye candy. They were both wearing black sundresses with shoulder straps and were barefoot. The girls giggled and slurred unintelligible words. Based on past experience with alcoholic family members, I was about 90% certain these girls drank so much that they wouldn’t remember anything.

The room the girls were in was next to mine. They had just gone to the wrong room and kept trying their keycard over and over again. My relationship with Lilly and Macy wasn’t to the point of friendship yet, but I did like them and didn’t want to see them get kicked out of school or suspended just because they were too drunk to go back to the right hotel room. It took some doing, a lot of giggling, and some swearing to get the girls into the correct hotel room. Once inside with them I realized this was a golden opportunity. Nobody saw me go in with the girls. The hallway was dead as a crypt throughout the entire ordeal. No one else knew I was in this hotel room. My roommate hadn’t come back from his wild night yet. This was my chance to get some action. It had been a while since I slept with a woman, and now I had women practically gift wrapped at my doorstep…or at their doorstep depending on how you wanted to look at it.

I first needed to test and make sure they wouldn’t remember anything from tonight after they woke up.

“How much have ya’ll had to drink?”

Lilly giggled “Weee haaaad a ssssssshot coooooonteeeest!”

“Neat. Who won?”

Macy shrugged, “Dunno,” then attempted to sit on one of the beds. She missed the bed and hit her ass on the floor. That caused a chorus of giggles and slurred words from the pair. I cleared my throat. “Lilly. The shot contest. Who won?” Both girls had a glassy stare for a few moments. More giggling. Eventually Lilly said “I dooon meeembeer.” Yup, there was no way they would remember anything for the next several hours. It must have been an impressive shot contest with lots of alcohol involved in a short amount of time if they couldn’t even remember who won.

Since Macy was rolling around on the floor (literally,) I decided to have fun with Lilly first. I pulled the straps of her sundress off her shoulders. She let out a fit of giggles when the dress fell to the floor at her feet. Then Lilly ended up face planting on the floor. “Uuuh oooh I faaaal dawwwn,” she laughed. “Uh oh,” I said, “Let me help you to your bed.” I helped her up and guided her to her bed. Macy managed to get up off the floor and plop on the other bed while I guided Lilly.

“Sqeeeeek goooz da beeed,” Lilly giggled as she plopped down onto it. Both girls were right where I wanted them to be. I quickly stripped off my clothing then resumed my attention on Lilly. More giggles erupted from her as I pulled her bra and panties away from her body.

My lips and tongue played with one of Lilly’s nipples while I rubbed a finger on her shaven pussy. Lilly closed her eyes and made soft moans. My finger went inside her. She gasped and called me Dan, which isn’t my name. I didn’t let that kill the mood. It was exciting to know that she either thought I was someone else (which I later found out to be the case, her boyfriend) or truly didn’t know who I was.

Once her pussy was wet enough, I put my member in position and entered her. It had been so long since I had been with a woman. The feeling was glorious. Our lips pressed together in a never ending kiss. Her skin against my skin felt heavenly. In and out, I started off slow to savor the moment of pure euphoria. Lilly’s arms wrapped around my body, and my arms around hers. She even wrapped her long legs around me. That girl was flexible with a capital F. We were one. Our lips pressed harder against each other as I quickened the pace. Moans and grunts of pleasure with every thrust were muffled by the kiss.

I broke the kiss to suck on her neck, and she let out a groan of approval as I continued to fuck the sexy girl faster and faster and faster. I went back to kissing her lips, harder this time. Our moans and grunts became louder and louder and her pussy wetter and wetter. Her hands rubbed all over my back as we kept going. Then I could feel it, a wave inside my prick. I was close. Our moans became more primal as we both got closer and closer to pure pleasure. Faster and harder, and then my cock exploded inside her wonderful pussy. I lay on top of Lilly for a few moments. She breathed a heavy sigh of pure happiness. Her arms and legs ceased embracing me and went limp. We were still kissing. I could tell my prick was still hard. Even if it softened, it usually doesn’t take much for me to get horny and get my cock hard again.

I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear “Let’s go again.” She turned her head and we resumed the kiss. In between kisses she hotly replied “Fuck me again baby.” Her arms and legs slowly, sensually wrapped around my body again.

I gladly took her again. My hands groped all over her sexy body and her hands did the same with me. Our moans were louder this time. Lilly’s moans got more intense. It was clear she was getting close to getting hers. I could tell I was hitting just the right spot for her, and it felt amazing for me as well. I kept going at the same pace until she let out a wail of a moan and I felt her pussy explode in even more juices. Her orgasm was enough to get my prick to explode inside her again. Dam, her pussy was amazing.

My cock softened. I rolled off of her and lay next to her for a bit to rest. Lilly closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep. I lightly played with her tits while I rested. Macy had fallen asleep on her bed. Once I felt like I had enough energy to have sex again, I got out of Lilly’s bed and slid into Macy’s. I just had to take advantage of this golden opportunity to take two drunk girls in one night.

Macy was a hard sleeper. It was moderately difficult to take off her clothing, but once I realized how hard she was sleeping I became less cautious about waking her. Finally I got her sundress, bra, and panties off. She was a beauty laying on the bed fully nude just for me.

Macy’s body smelled like fresh cut flowers with a hint of lavender. Her tits were slightly smaller than Lilly’s, but they still looked juicy and tantalizing. She didn’t stir when I rubbed and licked them. My cock got harder. I slowly groped her whole body and took my time with it, savoring her body’s sexy smell. A few times she mumbled and moved around a bit, but she didn’t wake up. At the time I didn’t know if a woman could get wet while asleep. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try and see. I licked and kissed her breasts as I slid a finger into her shaved womanhood. To my extreme delight I found out that yes you can get a woman wet while she’s asleep. One time I had sex with a woman whose pussy started off dry, and while some men might like it I prefer the pussy my cock goes into to be nice, wet, and juicy.

Macy’s pussy was finally wet enough to my liking. I got on top of her and pulled her face towards mine. My lips touched hers and my prick entered her body. After a few thrusts she stirred and became semiconscious. I could feel her body trying to clumsily wiggle away without success. Her hands found my body and lightly pushed at me. Her push was weak and didn’t have any effect. I could tell she didn’t want this, and that excited me more. Muffled moans of protest leapt out of her mouth with each thrust as I went in and out at a moderate pace.

I broke the kiss and sucked on her neck. Macy protested, barely able to form the words “stop” and “no.” She regained more of her strength and became more awake. It still was nowhere near enough to overpower me or get me to stop. Without warning I began fucking her hard and fast to where all she could do was moan. I kissed her lips again as I kept ravaging her faster and harder. Every now and then the kiss would break with her being defiant. My lips continued to find hers, there was nowhere for her lips to hide. Macy wiggled her hips more and more, desperately trying to stop me from doing her. I kept going harder and faster and harder and faster. Macy begged for it all to stop with a partial word over and over again between thrusts whenever my lips weren’t on hers.

“Ple, ple, ple, ple, ple…”

I mauled Macy’s bouncing beautiful breast as I continued to have my way with her. She kept struggling and pleading without success. Then I felt it again, the pressure inside my cock. I pressed my body against hers and locked my lips onto her lips tightly. Bellowing muffled moans of pleasure escaped my mouth. Macy recognized what was about to happen. Muffled screams erupted from her mouth as my moans became more primal. Shortly after my cock exploded into her delectable pussy.

All Macy could do was sob. Tears welled up in her eyes. It felt like my cock was still hard, so I was definitely going to have seconds with her just like I did with Lilly. I broke the kiss and whispered into her ear.

“You’re a good fuck whore.”

Macy finally managed to utter more than just one word. “Noot a wh whore pleee pleee geee off.” She was still slurring her words, which meant there was a good chance she was still too drunk to do much of anything.

Her pleas got me horny again. I tauntingly whispered in her ear again, “My sexy slut.” Macy sobbed with tears streaming down her beautiful face. I felt my cock, which was still inside of her pussy, harden at her sobs of torment.

“No…mo…re…ple…ease…” Macy pitifully begged. Of course, I didn’t listen to her. My hands groped her body again. Slowly and gently, just like a lover would, I resumed fucking that hot wet pussy. Macy didn’t even try to fight this time. She probably figured out even in her drunken state it was useless to resist. Macy didn’t stop sobbing though, and her sobs were exceedingly hot.

I kissed her lips again. She didn’t try to get away from the kiss like she did earlier. Her muffled sobs were sweet music to my ears as I quickened my pace. Eventually her sobs turned into moans. Her pussy got wetter and wetter. I broke the kiss to taunt her some more. “You…like…this…slut…” I breathlessly whispered to her between thrusts. Harder and faster and harder and faster. All Macy could do was moan in anguish. I resumed the kiss. Macy continued to moan and sob. My prick rumbled again. I knew I was close. My cock exploded when I made the biggest thrust inside of her and held it there. A muffled scream erupted from Macy’s mouth mixed with a moan of pure pleasure coming out of mine.

I got off of Macy and marveled at both girls laying naked on each bed. Lilly was still asleep. All Macy did was sob uncontrollably curled up in a fetal position facing away from me. I did it. I fucked both of them twice without any consequences so far. Could I go again? I wondered to myself then decided against it. It was already pretty late and I needed to get up early in the morning to get back so that the storm could be avoided. Both girls’ breasts were touched by my hands before I left. For Macy it was because I wanted to do one last thing to make her cry before I left. I fondled Macy’s chest after because it seemed wrong to fondle one pair of tits but not the other pair. Sometimes I get OCD like that for some reason.

I used the girls’ hotel room restroom to clean the juices off my cock. As I was doing it I considered the possibility of making one of them do it, but decided against it. One or both of them might have sobered up just enough to remember again and I didn’t want to take that chance. After I quickly threw my clothes on, I cautiously opened the door to the hallway and peeked outside the room. I opened the door further and looked around as if I were about to cross a street. Nobody was around. Excellent, there were absolutely no witnesses to me being in Lilly and Macy’s hotel room.

I went back to my room and noticed my roommate still wasn’t back yet. There was nothing to indicate he returned to the room either. Perfect, no one noticed I was gone. Even though I really wanted to crash in bed, I took a quick shower to wash the stink of sex off me. No one needed to know I had sex tonight multiple times. The scent of sex can be quite powerful and got me into trouble once (a story for another time, but not as exciting as this one.) After showering I crashed in bed and slept a hard, deep sleep.

I woke up at 11:30 AM. “Damn it,” I cursed to myself, “forgot to set an alarm.” While I woke up in time to check out of the hotel, it wasn’t enough time to get back to the college before the storm hit. When I entered the lobby of the hotel, Lilly and Macy were sitting in the breakfast area. They looked distraught.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“We woke up late,” Macy explained between sniffles “Everyone but our boyfriends had already left. Our boyfriends broke up with us and left without us. At first we thought they were pranking us, but they were totally serious. We’ve been trying to call everyone we could think of, but no one is answering their phones.”

“What jerks!” I exclaimed, “did they give you an explanation?”

The girls hesitated for a few moments and glanced at each other.

“Oh no,” I said, pretending to guess. “They did a wham bam jam thing on you huh?”

The girls looked confused. They didn’t know what I was talking about. I noticed their confusion and apologized. “Sorry, I tried to be tactful here but failed at it. I’ll be more clear. You and them went into your hotel room and then…” I let my sentence trail off. After a brief pause I mentioned, “well I heard noises coming from your room last night so I figured they got what they wanted from you then dumped you. Sorry, I’m a little awkward when talking about this kind of thing.” I feigned embarrassment so that I would be the least likely person they would ever suspect to do such a thing to them. It worked.

Now the girls understood what I meant. “It’s worse than that,” Lilly replied. “Someone did do that to us, but not our boyfriends. We thought it was them at first, but then when they asked us why we smelled the way we smelled…they didn’t believe us when we figured out they weren’t pulling a prank on us.”

“Did your boyfriends prank you like that often?” I asked.

Macy nodded “The four of us like to prank each other. It’s usually harmless or minor annoyances that we laugh at. We just assumed our boyfriends were drunk too and in their drunken state went a little too far without realizing it.”

“That’s wild,” I said, “And you’re totally sure it wasn’t them? Maybe they forgot about it?”

The girls shook their heads. Lilly answered, “they didn’t drink as much or as fast as we did. Only enough to get moderately drunk. They didn’t participate in the shot contest and left before we did. Someone told them about a local restaurant that does take out orders and they wanted to get food in their stomachs. We didn’t want food, we just wanted to keep drinking. I guess in our drunk brains we thought it would be ok to split up and meet back later. Now it’s like…what were we doing?”

“Now I feel bad,” I replied. “When I heard the sounds last night it seemed obvious what was happening, but I figured it wasn’t my business. I didn’t want to get anyone in trouble with the university. If only I had known…”

Macy shook her head “I don’t blame you. If it was my boyfriend and you interrupted I’d be pretty pissed. You couldn’t have known that we were…” she couldn’t bring herself to say the word. Lilly chimed in “It wasn’t your fault. We should have been more careful. Now we’re stuck here until someone answers their phone and comes to get us.”

“I brought my car,” I told them. “You can come back with me, I don’t mind at all. Hopefully you’re comfortable riding with me after what happened.”

The girls looked relieved. “You didn’t do anything to us, and I’m sure if you had known you would have done something.” Lilly said. “You’re a sweet guy. We’re lucky to be friends.” I smiled and replied “Besties right?” Inwardly I laughed at the irony. For years I was super frustrated whenever I got knocked into the friend zone of a girl I liked. My attempts at getting out of the friend zone with women had been unsuccessful. Now I’ve banged two girls and purposely entered their friend zone so that they wouldn’t suspect me of doing anything to them. Oh how brilliant I felt just then.

“The storm, what are we going to do?” Lilly asked and interrupted my thoughts. “It’s surely going to hit while we’re on the road. Would we make it before the roads flood?”

That was a problem I had been contemplating before I discovered the girls in the lobby. We had to cross a few bridges over rivers on the way back to the college. There were also a few areas that had water markers to indicate how high the water had risen over the road. Fortunately I had a plan.

“I have cousins who own a bed and breakfast in Austin. If we’re lucky no one is using it right now. I’m sure since it’s me and an emergency situation we won’t be charged for staying until the storm passes.”

We were lucky. My cousin Patty informed me no one was using the bed and breakfast at the moment and there was plenty of supplies for the three of us to spend one night. We made it to the house in time before torrential rain hammered the area. Luck was further on my side in that Patty had a stash of alcohol included in the supplies. It meant I could get the girls drunk off their ass and fuck them again. They trusted me because I avoided alcohol when everyone else went to drink. To them I was a responsible nice guy. Normally that’s true, but I have a secret dark side that I keep hidden from everyone aside from a few people whom I truly trust.

“Ugh,” Macy said, “this hangover is killing me. I haven’t had one like this in a long while. We must have really gotten drunk last night.”

“The rain and wind aren’t helping with my splitting headache,” Lilly complained in agreement.

“Here, I know what would make you both feel better,” I said. “My cousin has a stash of different types of alcohol. They are available to guests. She won’t mind if you girls drink.” Actually Patty would probably kill me and then my parents would follow suit once it was discovered that some of the alcohol was consumed. At the time I felt like the possibility of reprisal was worth it for another round with both girls. I could probably just say they were the ones who discovered the stash and drank on their own and not get in trouble. “And I’ll stay sober so that I can prevent you both from doing anything harmful like drink too much or too fast or try to do something dangerous.”

The women seemed apprehensive about drinking at first. I’m sure they were thinking about the possibility of something happening again. “Don’t worry,” I reassured them. “I’ve been around people drinking all my life and don’t mind being the helpful person to stop you from doing anything bad while drunk. Think of it as me being the designated driver, only we’re not going to drive anywhere.”

The girls were fooled into thinking I was their white knight who would protect them from their own drunk selves. I’m sure a little bit of my charm helped too. It didn’t take long for the girls to get drunk. They were eager to try and make themselves happy in a time of sorrow.

Once both women got buzzed they instantly wanted to drink more. At that point I gave them the strongest stuff available and lied to them about the strength. Their cute little drunk brains didn’t notice. The girls wanted me to drink with them, but I reminded them I was their designated bestie. Plus I knew if I got drunk I would have absolutely no control over anything. I wanted the control so that I could taste their captivating bodies again.

Finally, I could tell the women were on the verge of passing out since I knew exactly what they were drinking. I directed both of them to different couches in the living room before they passed out. It was a stark contrast to last night when it took them a while to fall asleep. There was no question they wouldn’t remember anything for the next several hours. Whether or not they would wake up when I started playing with them was the question.

Having sex with someone sleeping wasn’t something I had ever done at the time. Since I knew for sure a pussy could get wet while a woman sleeps thanks to the night before, I decided to not wait for them to wake up.

It is not an easy task getting the clothes off of someone while they are passed out on a couch, but I made it happen. My night began with Macy this time since I started with Lilly last night. My hands fondled her chest. Then, I decided to have my cock titty fucked. It was an amazing feeling to masturbate using her boobs. She slept through it all without making a sound. Next, I kissed all over her sexy gorgeous body as much as I could. She still smelled like flowers with a hint of lavender. My hand went to her pussy, which was growing a little stubble. I didn’t care that she hadn’t shaved. Her pussy was already wet, a pleasant surprise. I had my way with her. Even though she didn’t make a sound or move much, it was still wonderful.

After a little while I came without even realizing it was about to happen, but my cock was still hard. As I waited a moment to catch my breath, I could feel Macy stirring beneath me. She attempted to move but was of course unsuccessful since I was on her. A few words mumbled out of her mouth. It took me a moment to realize she was still asleep and hadn’t woken up, not that it would have mattered if she was awake or not!

I took Macy again and the dream she was having seemed to echo what was happening in real life. Just like last night she was protesting and pleading with me to stop, but the words were more quiet and more spaced apart. Additionally, her movements were even less coordinated than last night. Even though she wasn’t awake, I still mocked her. She was my whore for the night. My sexy little slut. Then suddenly her dream must have changed because she begged me to fuck her harder and faster. I kissed her lips to muffle her voice. I could still tell what her dream self was saying though and obliged her wishes. Harder and faster I took that whore. Now all I heard were moans and grunts of pleasure escaping her lips. Oh fuck it felt so good. This time I felt my volcano about to erupt. I let out a bellowing moan of pure pleasure, gave one hard thrust, and kept it inside her as my volcano erupted into her beautiful little meadow.

My cock amazingly was still hard. While resting to catch my breath I had the idea to try fucking a woman in the ass for the first time. The experience of being inside Macy’s ass was unique, exciting, and different. Macy sobbed in her sleep and complained about being in pain. I pretended she was awake and called her multiple degrading names. Whore, slut, cum dumpster, etc. You name it I said it. The whole time she kept whimpering and moaning in her sleep. Just like I did with her pussy, when I was close to erupting I shoved my cock into her ass as far as I could and let loose.

My cock softened after cumming in Macy’s ass. She was still quietly protesting and groaning. I took advantage of her mouth moving around by working my cock into her mouth. My cock needed to be cleaner before I fucked Lilly because I knew from somewhere it could really hurt someone to go into the ass then into the pussy.

Once my cock was cleaned to my liking by Macy’s sexy mouth, I went to the bathroom to pee and then cleaned it a little better just to be on the safe side. Now it was Lilly’s turn to play! My cock was still soft, but I knew it wouldn’t take much for it to get hard again. She was still asleep on the other couch in the living room. My hands groped all over her helpless body. Those long, sexy legs were so perfect and so smooth. Taking my time, I made sure my tongue licked every inch of her wonderful breast. Her breast was simply divine now, completely wet from saliva. My cock just had to have them. I slid my quivering member between them that had now gotten hard and erect. I squeezed her breasts together as I rubbed my cock between them.

Unlike Macy, Lilly didn’t stir in her sleep. She just breathed slowly with a passive look on her face as my cock got fucked by her bouncing breasts. Droplets of spit flew all over the place. I wanted to cum on both Lilly and Macy’s breasts so badly, but that would have given me away. It was something that would have to wait until I could have plausible deniability if needed.

I stopped fucking Lilly’s tits, ready for my cock to taste the ocean of her pussy. To get her wet, my lips closed around one of her nipples while I slid a finger inside her. She still didn’t stir, but I could tell her body enjoyed what I was doing.

Similar to last night, I pressed my lips against Lilly’s as I entered her womanhood. It was a different experience kissing lips that were passive, but her pussy felt so amazing that it didn’t matter. The night was full of different experiences that I was completely enjoying! It also wasn’t hard for me to focus on what she did the night prior. How she wrapped her long, sexy legs and arms around my body, or how she whispered to fuck her again. I just closed my eyes and relived the whole night in my head as I fucked the same hot wet pussy again. When I felt like I was going to erupt I made sure to thrust as hard as I could and hold it there just like I did with Macy.

My cock softened after I filled Lilly with my seed. That wouldn’t do, I came twice in Macy’s pussy and once in her ass, so I just felt the need to do the same to Lilly. The most practical solution I had for this problem was to play with both girls’ breasts again until my cock got hard enough to go another round. To this day I still don’t know why I had OCD on abusing both women as equal as possible in certain areas. I'm not OCD like that as badly with other areas in life.

Macy had fallen into a deeper sleep when I played with her tits. She was no longer making any sounds at all aside from soft, deep breathing. Lilly was the same way when I moved back to her beautiful boobs. Finally, my cock hardened to where I could go another round with Lilly.

Lilly’s pussy was still dripping wet to my delight. I just went ahead and took her. This time I found her unconsciousness to be completely hot. I now understood why people enjoyed the videos of one person being unconscious and fucked. The videos were probably all fake, but what I was doing was real. Her body was so helpless. She was totally and completely mine. My grunts and groans of pleasure were the only noises heard in the house aside from the whistling of the wind outside. Just like all the other times, once I felt like exploding I gave one large thrust and held it there to get as much of my juices in her hot wet pussy as possible.

Thankfully, my cock was still hard after that last round. I wouldn’t have minded playing with both bodies again until it hardened, but that took time. Without wasting time after noticing I was still hard, I took Lilly in the ass. Macy’s ass was better to fuck than Lilly’s, but Lilly’s pussy was better to fuck than Macy’s. The difference evened out and it didn’t distract me from the pleasure. Lilly continued to slumber passively throughout the whole ordeal. It didn’t take long for me to cum into her asshole. Then, I had Lilly’s mouth clean my cock. Pinching her nose caused her to open her mouth to breathe. I was glad it did because if my idea hadn’t worked it would have been difficult to put my cock inside there.

Like the night prior, I just wanted to fall down in bed and crash. Cleanup was more vital though. I made sure to get all visible traces of cum cleaned outside of the body. Once I cleaned myself, both women, and either couch up to my satisfaction I had one final problem to take care of. How was I going to get rid of the smell of sex? For me it would be easy, just take a shower and scrub. For the girls I scrambled to find something that would possibly work. Thankfully, I found Febreze under one of the sinks. Febreze along with applying deodorant from both women’s belongings got rid of the smell. That done, I showered then crashed into a hard sleep in bed.

The girls were somewhat upset the next day. I blamed it on forgetting that women get drunk faster than men do and clarifying that it was male relatives. Lilly seemed suspicious and even asked why her body felt worse. Neither girl mentioned their asses, but I knew that’s what they must have been thinking. I brushed their concerns off by using a car accident I was in as an analogy.

“Aside from bruises I was ok and felt fine after. It wasn’t until a few days later when my body felt achy and sore,” I said. “Sometimes our bodies don’t register the soreness and pain right away for various reasons. Adrenaline is one and alcohol is a big one too. Maybe you two should take a break from drinking for a few days until you feel better.” They bought it and still thought of me as one of their “besties.”

Swing dancing events usually happened once or twice a month depending on various factors like holidays, who wanted to go, and the carpool situation. Lilly and Macy entrusted me to be their protector while they got drunk off their ass with each trip so that a repeat of what happened the first time didn’t happen again. They were obviously using me. I pretended to play dumb like I didn’t know I was in the friend zone of both girls while using them to quench my thirst.

Lilly and Macy never caught on that I fucked them whenever I could after they partied. After all, who would suspect the quiet, nerdy, good ol’ Christian boy who grew up in a small town of such an unspeakable act? Sometimes I discretely slipped them the date rape drug as further assurance that they wouldn’t remember the events of nights they drank. It was a good run of secretly abusing them whenever they got drunk for about a year and a half. And I did get a chance to cum on both girls’ breasts during that time period.

My antics with Lilly and Macy ended when I became infatuated with one of my classmates Catherine. We became boyfriend and girlfriend and consummated our relationship after a couple of weeks. I don’t know what happened to Lilly and Macy after I got together with Catherine. Perhaps they found another guy to protect them while they drank themselves silly. Maybe they gave up drinking after they became more mature. The only thing I do know is that I raped them repeatedly and totally got away with it without any consequences!
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