23. A Drunk Nymphomaniac (Vista part 2 of 3)
Vista was my idea of the perfect woman, at least physically. She was gorgeous, rocking hot body, young and willing. She had sex on her mind as did I. In our first meeting, I had the pleasure of eating her luscious cunt, but nothing more. Now I had gotten her alone again and she was drunk. No inhibitions. No judgment. It was all there for the taking. And I wanted to take.
Once I had finished skull fucking sweet young Vista, she grabbed the bottle of tequila. She couldn't find the shot glass right away so she just put the bottle to her lips and drank straight up. After 10 previous shots, when she tried to stand up she stumbled. The tequila was in charge now and her motions had become clumsy.
She was really drunk, her clear eyes only half open and dull looking. And she was slurring her words. "Yo, Shaylor. Lesh get that har deck in my hole. I sho hurny I need a git fucked." She lay on the bed and waved her arms, pointing to her crotch. "Ish righ here."
I debated whether to let her pass out and sleep it off or have my way with her. The thought of wildly fucking someone so tantalizingly gorgeous and so drunk flashed through my mind. She was so drunk that I could do anything I wanted and she wouldn't have a clue tomorrow.
I wanted to fuck her tiny asshole until it was raw. Pound it, thrash it, turn it into mincemeat. I wanted to lay her on her back, her head hanging over the edge and ram my hard dick in and out of her throat. I wanted to watch her spit and drool wash down her pretty face. I wanted to have her on all fours, fucking her cunt and her asshole one after the other, going back and forth between them.
Instead of climbing between her open legs, I told her to get on her hands and knees. I wanted to explore her perfect, tight little ass first. Drunk as she was, she clumsily arranged herself in an acceptable position. Standing behind her, I grabbed her hips and pulled her back toward the edge of the bed. Of course, my pulling her into position caused her to lose it and she collapsed on her belly.
I grabbed her around her skinny waist to pull her back up into position. "Come on, bitch! Get it together. Either you want my cock or you don't. Hold that pretty little ass up high and let me have a whack at it. Show me that you want it."
With some awkwardness and a definite lack of coordination, she got her cute little butt in the right position. I spit on my hand and stroked my cock with it. Placing my mushroom head on her anus, I grabbed her hips and just forced it in hard. She screamed out and fell forward flat on her belly.
"Son of a bitch, cunt! Get your shit together! I'm gonna fuck your ass hard whether you want it or not. Now get your compact little ass back in position!"
She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. Initially, it was a look of disapproval, maybe fear. But through her drunken gaze there was the resignation of "anything you want." She awkwardly got back in position.
This time I went more slowly. I worked my dick into her tiny asshole amid gasps and groans. As I pushed it in farther and farther, her discomfort vanished and she began rocking her hips back and forth. It was a drunken, uncoordinated attempt to fuck my dick with her ass.
After letting her try her drunken best, I simply held her hips and rammed my cock in and out hard and fast until I came. It didn't take long because my mind was consumed with thoughts of her ravishing beauty, her perfect body and her tight asshole. I emptied myself inside her. A full load up her ass. I kept stroking in and out, savoring the feeling of an asshole filled to overflow with semen.
She fell forward, then rolled onto her back. "Asha good one, Shaylor. Do my pushy like that now." Again, she waved her arms wildly, vaguely pointing toward her groin.
Instead, I kneeled on the bed between her partially spread legs. "Vista, darling. I think you've had a bit too much to drink. Maybe you should just go to sleep now."
She didn't like this suggestion one bit. She clumsily reared up, grabbing my arms and pulled me down on top of her. She wrapped her legs around my waist. "Not on yur life, Shaylor! I ned ta git fucked, NOW. Then ya can go shleep."
Seeing as how her legs had me trapped, I had no easy way out. I took hold of my cock and stroked him up. Guiding him into her pussy and pushing a few inches in seemed to do the trick.
Suddenly she came back to life, albeit still really tipsy. "Oh yeah" she cooed. "Thash nice. I wanna git fucked gud bifor you go shleep." She spread her legs wide and lifted them high. Her arms encircled my torso as she said "OK, Shaylor. Go fer it. I'm riddy. Fuck me gud now."
After so much tequila, my friend whisky dick visited. As I started pumping my dick up her luscious cunt, she responded appropriately. She kept her arms wrapped around my torso but she tipped her hips up, giving my dick a better purchase and allowing the whole rod to enter her. I ignored the obvious fact that she was wasted and just concentrated on how physically perfect and beautiful she was.
As my hips found their groove, her entire tiny body rocked in sync with me. When my pounding got harder, she was right there, making moans of pleasure. Even through the veil of the tequila I could see that she was enjoying this, that she wanted this. And that she needed this. My dick pounding into her was taking her to a place where she belonged.
My strokes got harder and shorter as I approached orgasm. My breathing quickened. I was murmuring "OK, OK, I feel it coming ... almost there ... almost." Vista joined in "Yesh, oh yesh. Give me yur cum, fill me Shaylor." She was holding on for dear life as I thrashed her wet cunt, pounding my seed deep in her.
When I was finished, she wouldn't let go. She clung to me like a child to it's mother. "You can let go now Vista. I'm all done."
"No, no, NO! You can't shtop now. Keep fucking me. Don't ever shtop. I need you to keep going."
This was a new one for me. I thought I had hooked up with nymphomaniacs before but maybe they had just been true sluts on autopilot. This one wouldn't let me stop. "But Vista, my cock is soft." To demonstrate the point, I tried thrusting him in again. He was a flacid noodle. "See? Nothing. He's not hard enough to fuck you now."
"Well, let me shuck him up then." When she said this, she released me and tried to twist around to suck me. I scrambled off the bed and collapsed on the settee. Vista fell back on the bed and started whimpering. She curled up into a fetal position, whimpering and moaning. I covered her with a thin blanket and made sure there was a pillow under her head.
I sat back on the settee and grabbed the bottle of tequila. I watched her, I examined her, I studied how incredibly beautiful she was. And, as I polished off the last of the tequila, I cried. I mourned how someone so perfect in my eyes could be so fatally flawed.
