Author's note: This story immediately follows the events of Hedonistic Hippy Weekend (though you don't have to read them in sequence) and includes rough sex, inebriation, watersports, and one pretty stinky unwashed guy. If that doesn't sound like your cup of tea well, you've been warned.
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"Drunk need your cock in my pussy get here now" reads the text from my friend Kristy.
It's quarter to ten on a Sunday night, I'm completely filthy, coated in all kinds of fluids including some from another girl, still slightly drunk and also hung over, and I've got work tomorrow morning. Decision time.
Kristy was a regular fuckbuddy from a couple blocks away; a bit of a popular/club girl, who liked to show off in minidresses and very high heels. She liked to play hard to get, right up to the moment she decided she needed to fuck. We'd met about a year ago, the day she broke up with her preppy, uptight boyfriend. I was nothing like the usual crowd she hung out with, and I suspect that's why she'd marched up to me in the campus bar, made out with me outrageously, and demanded to be taken home and fucked. Needless to say I had, and we'd been fucking pretty frequently ever since despite a handful of boyfriends she seemed to pick up and discard like yesterday's newspaper. They all seemed to follow the same preppy uptight mold from what little she said about them - I'm sure her uptight rich parents liked them! In contrast to them, she seemed to like things a bit more down to earth. Instead of the club outfits and sorority parties she was always posting photos of, when we went out it was always to dive bars or small music venues. The skirt length stayed about the same as did the push-up bra (unless she went bra-less, which seemed to be a thing recently), but instead of stilettos and dresses she'd be in boots and a tank, and instead of mimosas and martinis she went for bourbon and tequila - and she went hard.
In what I suspect was another extreme contrast to her picture-perfect boyfriends, she tended to like her sex hard and very rough: manhandling, spanking, facefucking, anal, and vigorous doggystyle in particular, though she was an absolute cowgirl queen. We'd occasionally smoke up and make a night of it, but more often than not it was down and dirty, wild, and fast til we passed out. The fact that we lived so close together was an absolute bonus.
Now it wasn't really much of a decision - with a text like that of course I was gonna go! With a quick response of "on my way" I pull on a pair of shorts (without bothering with underwear) and a t-shirt I grab from the bottom of my closet. I also take a couple gulps of Jack and have the presence of mind to grab a RedBull for the short walk over. Between the alcohol, caffeine, and endorphins all thoughts of an early night have been banished from my mind - so much so that I'm pitching a bit of a tent in my commando shorts. Good thing it's a short walk and I'm very quickly walking up Kristy's front path.
Before I even have a chance to knock the door flies open and she pulls me in, lips locking onto mine. The door slams and I spin her around, her arms around my neck as I press her body into the closed door. We make out furiously and I can tell from her unnatural height - nearly as tall as me - that she's wearing impressive heels. She's also wearing a skimpy minidress with no back and an extremely plunging neckline which barely does anything to conceal her perky tits. Tonight was apparently a no-bra night. My hands grab her ass and as I lift she wraps her legs around me. We finally pause our mutual tongue war.
"Carry me to the kitchen! I want to get drunk!"
I'm not gonna split hairs and point out that I'm pretty sure she already is drunk, so I do exactly as requested. She's easy to carry, even if we do have to go up half a split level and she seems intent on giving my a lapdance even while suspended from my body. Not that I'm complaining! We make it to the kitchen without incident and I set her ass down on the kitchen island counter next to an open bottle of tequila which she immediately grabs.
"Shots!" she exclaims, holding the bottle up high. I quickly grab a couple of shot glasses that are within arm's reach and she pours, rather messily slopping some of the booze onto my shirt. She gives a wicked grin. "Just shows you really shouldn't have been wearing that, should you? Cheers!"
We both quickly toss back our booze, and I quickly follow her suggestion and strip off my shirt. She's already poured herself another shot and it taking it, while somehow my shot glass seems to have disappeared.
"Just put your head back!" she says, giggling. Maybe this is a club thing, but my alcohol usually comes from a glass, cup, or can. Whatever. I tilt my head back and open wide while she unsteadily pours the fiery liquid into my mouth. Most of it - and far more than a shot - ends in my mouth, but a good amount spills down my chin and chest. I just manage to gulp down the tequila as she buries her mouth in my chest hair, clearly licking the stream that's running down my sternum.
"Uuuuuughffffff your hairy chest just smells like a man should", Kristy says more to herself than anything while running her painted nails though my fur. "Fuck I turn into such a slut around you." I decide now is not the time to tell her just what she's smelling!
"Kristy, you were definitely already a slut when you put those stripper heels on and this whore outfit you've been teasing me with. It's high time I cashed that check!" With that I grab below her armpits and sweep her off the kitchen counter. Her platform heels get no purchase on the tile floor allowing me to lower her to her knees. I smack her barely-covered ass and she gives a yelp which fades immediately as my hand grips her throat. My other hand is pulling down my shorts. "Open your mouth, slut," I growl.
Her peppy attitude has been completely erased in a matter of seconds, her now wide eyes staring up at me as she complies, her glossed lips parting as she opens wide. I shoot a gob of tequila-spit right in the middle of her tongue, then a much sloppier splatter of saliva that get all over her perfectly made-up face. She gives a subhuman moan at this rough treatment as my cock springs free from my waistband and I pull my hairy balls free too. Kristy, still feisty as ever, returns the favor and deposits a huge wad of spittle on my cock, some even coating my balls. I use my free hand to stroke up my shaft, veins pulsing, gathering her spit on my hand. I place my hand square in the middle of her face and run my spit soaked palm over her nose, up her forehead, and into her pristine hair. I'm sure she spent forever getting it ready before she went out, and I'm delighted to ruin it in a matter of seconds. My right hand has stayed anchored around her throat while my left now roughly grasps her hair and pulls her head back with a yank.
Her gasp is exactly what I was hoping for. She barely gets any sound out but as soon as her mouth is open enough I shove my cock in, using my hands to pull her face into my crotch. Guttural sounds of gagging and saliva mix with whimpers and moans as I fuck her face, giving her a preview of my plans for her pussy later. She's grabbing onto my shorts for stability, pulling them down to my knees but hanging on as though for dear life. Huge quantities of spit are now coating my cock, running down my balls and her chin as I notice spit bubbles forming as she attempts to breath. I briefly pull her mouth off my cock, hands still locked around her neck and in her hair. She's panting heavily as strings of saliva start to stretch from her chin to her chest. A few more pants, then in a small voice:
"More, please."