Told from the perspective of the female lead, $name1, you’re attending a Halloween party, and a little too drunk, you get a lift home from a friend ($name2) that turns into naughty anal fun in his car.
Halloween is one of my favorite times of the year.
My costume this year was that of a little witch, you could say it was sexy, however, maybe it was something more than sexy. My small breasts were very visible, and my round butt could be noticed very easily. Bending over to pick things up might not be the best idea in a crowd…
I couldn’t remember how long I had been at the party, what I did know for sure was that I could no longer drive home.
That was out of the question, I was swinging like a pendulum that was damaged and erratic. Still, I couldn’t stop dancing.
The people around me had been drinking, but they weren’t as drunk as I was.
My dancing and lack of coordination with the beat of the music made it evident that I had no apparent clear objective, other than movement.
I couldn’t coordinate well. I assumed that at some point someone would be kind enough to take me to the nearest seat, but that didn’t happen. At any moment I would vanish on the floor.
My legs could not support me well. A friend approached me, I didn’t know where he had come from. He was a guy I knew, handsome and apparently the only one interested in helping me.
“Are you okay, $name1?” his question came to me as if from far away.
“Yeah…I’m fine.” I managed to say in a mushy voice because of my drunkenness.
I had had one too many drinks that night, yet the party had been a lot of fun and I had had a great time. My friend, $name2, was holding me even when I asked him to take me home.
The party was over for me.
He very kindly agreed to give me a ride. I almost collapsed as I left the party and he held me but managed to grab one of my breasts. I watched him and he appeared to be sorry, yet he didn’t seem sorry.
If I had been sober I would have thought $name2 liked me. If I remembered correctly, he had invited me to that Halloween party. In the back of my sedated mind, the memory of it lingered. He was dressed as a zombie. It was a pretty realistic costume.
“Nice costume.” I managed to say as he led me to where he had parked his car.
“Thanks.” He replied with a smile. I watched him with myopic eyes.
Once we got to the car, $name2 settled me as best he could in the passenger seat. He adjusted the seat belt as I nodded. He hurried to position himself behind the wheel.
In my mind, I kept the image of that handsome guy who had helped me get out of that party to go home.
Even though I was drunk, those images stuck in my mind. He started the engine and proceeded to drive me home. Not long after, he asked exactly where I lived. He didn’t get an answer, though. I had momentarily fallen asleep.
“$name1… Hey, $name1. Wake up. I need your exact address.” He was saying taking her by one arm and shaking me.
I woke up and felt a little better. I saw him and suddenly threw myself into his arms without a word. He was so cute, and he looked worried.
I kissed him with crazy eagerness. He kept driving and wouldn’t take his eyes off the road.
However, I couldn’t hold back, and once I had started I wasn’t able to stop either.
I kissed him with fury and a real desire, my tongue parted his lips and I pushed it all the way into his mouth.
You must have looked a bit strange: a witch passionately kissing a zombie. $name2 was trying to caress me, but he wouldn’t stop driving, so I took over the situation by touching his package with one of my hands, the other one I had occupied behind the back of his neck.
As my hand reached his member, I noticed that it was very hard.
I was surprised, as we had not long been kissing.
Immediately the thought came to me that maybe he had wanted that from the beginning. I wanted to straddle him in front of the steering wheel, but he pushed me away with a frightened look on his face, the truth was he hadn’t even stopped driving and it could be dangerous.
“Then stop the car.” I suggested.
There was no one around. Not a soul in sight, I moved without delay to the back seat, I was still far from each one, but we didn’t care.
$name2 did too.
He went on top of me, sticking his pelvis to mine. The back affair was roomy enough for a girl as small as me.
He was taller, but not by much. Our bodies were perfectly matched.
We were able to kiss freely. $name2 squeezed my small breasts, pulled them out of my costume, and touched them as if by that he was clinging to life itself. His mouth sucked one of my tits, my small round breast almost completely in his mouth, which didn’t surprise me.
Then he concentrated only on my nipple. I let out a moan and lifted my hips towards his cock, it was fully erect judging by how stiff it craved me.
I was still very drunk, but more aware of what was going on around me. $name2 slid his hands down and lifted the skirt of my costume up to my middle. He slipped his fingers in one by one. Two in all, to move them convulsively inside me.
I spread my legs wider to make everything more accessible, and that included my ass. He pulled his fingers out of my temple, they were soaking wet, as he alternated kissing my neck, my mouth, my breasts, my collarbone.
The visible parts of my body, the ones the costume didn’t cover. $name2 was full of energy, he lowered his costume enough to let his cock free, and still had a finger plunged into my ass. The fluids from my pussy, aided in this endeavor.
Had I been sober, I would have been surprised, but in those moments I accepted his fingers in my ass willingly.
I moaned against his mouth and lightly bit his lower lip with restrained desire, I wiggled on the seat and gave him to understand that I was ready, but he ignored me for now and did so when he felt the time was right.
He turned me over with one hand and sank down where seconds before his fingers had been.
I held on as he opened and opened my eyes wide, the drunkenness disappearing during that period.
At first, he thrust his hips and then cautiously withdrew backward, and then his assaults increased in intensity enough to hurt me.
This time I screamed, and without covering his mouth all the noise could have been heard outside.
$name2 was fucking me in the ass with the momentum that comes with having drunk alcohol. My sleeves were bouncing more and more audibly, $name2 grabbed my head for support as he penetrated my ass with vehemence.
I had to admit that I loved it.
I was enjoying it, I found such an act of violence extremely pleasurable. I came between screams, a big spurt shot out even though he was fucking me in the ass.
The back seat got wet, and $name2 in view of this could not hold it any longer, he came inside my ass copiously.
After releasing all that tension between us, $name2 took me home, where I arrived safe and sound and ready to sleep soundly…