Lisa slammed the taxi door and stumbled out onto the pavement fighting nausea with long deep breaths. As the taxi pulled away, she leant her hands on her knees and spat into the gutter. Another hundred yards and she'd have thrown up in the back of the cab. That would have made the evening very expensive.
She looked at the house, the curtains were drawn in the front room, but a chink of light betrayed that her boyfriend was still not in bed.
Lisa stared at her watch and tried to focus. It was ten past three at the end of a very long night. She had met her friends in town before Jeremy had got back from the football. They had moved from bar to bar and finally to a nightclub and with precious little to eat, Lisa was as drunk as she had been for a very long time.
She wrestled her key from her clutch bag and watched as it slipped from her fingers and tumbling in slow motion bounced on the driveway. She stood and stared at it glinting up at her before bracing herself against the door and bending down to retrieve it. She searched for the lock, leaning against the door with one palm to steady her hand, her frustration building as she aimed and missed repeatedly. When she finally slipped the key into the lock, she turned it and the handle simultaneously whilst leaning heavily against the door, causing her to stumble into the porch.
Once in the hallway, she kicked her shoes into the corner and dropped her bag at the foot of the stairs. She took a couple of deep breaths and although the room continued to spin, she finally felt her nausea begin to retreat. Jeremy waved at her from the sofa as she walked into the living room.
"Good evening?" He said with a smile as she stumbled into the room.
"Not bad." She giggled. "Although it could get better with a good seeing too. Jackie dragged some lucky bloke into a taxi, so she'll be enjoying a good fuck, so, I figure why not me."
She stood just out of arm's reach and started to drunkenly gyrate in front of Jeremy, running her hands down her sides, then when she reached the hem of her dress, pulling it up as she danced, giving Jeremy an eyeful of her candy pink panties beneath.
Jeremy watched her with a mixture of amusement and intrigue as she stumbled drunkenly in front of him before she slipped her dress off over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
She continued to dance, with the occasional step to steady herself, in matching underwear, before unclipping her bra and tossing it to the floor. She cupped her breasts in her hands and pushed them together, slowly massaging them, enjoying the sensation of her nipples hardening against her palms.
Finally she hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of her knickers and slowly drew them down her thighs, before letting them fall to the floor and kicking them into Jeremy's lap.
Her thin strip of blonde public hair was not enough to hide her excitement, her moist lips already swollen and dark pink in contrast to her pale hair and skin.
"Show me your cock." She slurred. "I'm hungry."
As she knelt down on the carpet, Jeremy unzipped his jeans and wrestled them off over his thighs before Lisa grabbed them in both hands and tugged them off, throwing them onto her pile. Jeremy's cock sprang to attention and kneeling over him, Lisa grabbed it in her fist and fed it between her lips.
She sucked his swollen cock hungrily, salivating as he filled her mouth each time he bucked his hips towards her until his whole dick shone with her spit as it ran down his shaft and coated his balls.
She sucked and slurped him noisily, groaning in satisfaction as she felt his hand entwine in her long blonde hair and push her even deeper onto his manhood.
"Take it baby." He moaned. "Take it all in."
Lisa jumped as someone grasped hold of her hips. Suddenly her pussy was full of cock. She wriggled and writhed against the invasion, but Jeremy had her head pinned securely in place and whoever was behind her held her tightly as he thrust his cock deep inside her.
She tried to squeal but Jeremy's cock filled her mouth. She bucked and struggled as she tried in vain to wrestle free, but the more she struggled the harder she was fucked, her thrashing and gurgling translating as enthusiasm.
She tried to think who was behind her, his cock was thick and stretched her wide and whoever it was used every last inch until she could feel his swinging balls slap rhythmically against her thighs.
Finally she felt Jeremy's grip on her hair relax and she fought herself free, spitting out his cock and staring up into his face.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She shouted at him, but further protest was cut short as the man behind her grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it hard, snapping her head back as he fucked her, drawing a gasp from her lips.
"Great fuck Jez." She heard him say giving away his identity. It was Thomas, one of his football buddies. Well if Thomas is here, where the fuck is Danny she thought. The two were so inseparable she had wondered if they were gay - although at least Thomas seemed to have disproved that theory.
With his cock filling every inch of her tight pussy, she realised she was about to come, but despite her rising pleasure, she still struggled against the unexpected violation.
She was suddenly aware of Thomas' shortened breathing and he began to fuck her in short rapid strokes, still tugging on her hair to emphasise each thrust. She sensed he was about to come and the thought of Jeremy watching her being fucked by one of his friends made her feel cheap and used -- even it is was by someone she had always fancied and secretly thought of fucking on more than one occasion.
As Thomas' orgasm approached, he relaxed his grip and as soon as she felt it, she threw herself to her left and felt his cock pop out of her pussy.
Despite her drunkenness, she was on her feet in an instant. She aimed a badly targeted kick at Thomas and when she missed, she very nearly lost her balance and tumbled on top of him, but after a drunken stumble she finally managed to maintain her balance and stumble around him.
"You fucking bastards." She slurred. "You dirty fucking bastards." Her drunken mind searched in vain for something else to shout. "Who the fuck do you think I am? You fucking bastards." And with nothing else to say she stormed out of the room and staggered upstairs.
When they heard the bedroom door slam shut, Thomas looked guiltily across at Jeremy.
"Ooops." He said with a shrug.
"Don't sweat." Jeremy replied. "She's shit-faced. I doubt she'll even remember anything in the morning. Hey, it was worth a try. Another beer?"
"Aren't you going to see if she's okay?"
"She's probably unconscious already." Jeremy replied with a shrug.
"Beer it is then. I'll get them." Tom said getting to his feet. "You get dressed, I don't want to stare at that all night." He laughed pointing at Jeremy's still erect cock. "Where the fuck's Danny anyway?" He said as he headed to kitchen.
As Jeremy pulled his jeans back on he could hear Lisa crashing around upstairs, then it all went quiet. Danny reappeared with Thomas and they sat around with a beer, chewing the fat as they had been doing before Lisa's arrival.
Lisa crawled naked onto the bed, her head spinning every time she closed her eyes. Despite her outburst, her pussy was so deliciously wet, her sticky juices clung to the insides of her thighs.
She thought about Thomas' cock. It was bigger and somehow harder than Jez's - a lot bigger in fact, she thought as her hand crept down between her thighs. She parted her lips with her thumb and gently rubbed her clit, instantly feeling her pleasure rise and suddenly a little disappointed she'd not let Thomas finish what he'd started -- she'd been after a good fuck after all, she could remember saying so, and Thomas had not been the only one on the brink of orgasm. Lisa watched her fingers work in the gloom, still unable to close her eyes and within moments her orgasm washed satisfyingly over her whole body, cleansing it of any remaining anger at what Jez had allowed to happen. She closed her eyes to enjoy the afterglow of her pleasure and fell almost instantly asleep in a lazily spinning room.
...
About twenty minutes after Lisa fled upstairs Jeremy drained his beer and stood up.
"Come on you guys." He said crossing the small living room in several purposeful strides. "I've got an idea."
He led them both upstairs to his bedroom. As expected Lisa was naked and unconscious face down on top of the duvet, the room reverberating to the sound of light, drunken snoring.
"Grab that." He said to Danny, pointing at a video camera on the top of the tall chest of drawers, before carefully rolling Lisa onto her front.
As Danny focussed the camera on him, Jeremy slowly parted Lisa's legs and delicately ran his tongue along the length of her pussy. Her lips were still slick with cream from her earlier excitement and his tongue split them easily until he found her clitoris. He teased it briefly with the end of his tongue before closing his mouth around her lips and sucking them greedily, feeling them swell in his mouth.
Meanwhile, with the added bonus of a camera to perform for, Thomas knelt over Lisa and licked all around one nipple until it stood pink and proud before turning his attention to the other.
