After a while, she began to pant - becoming sexually aroused despite the circumstances she found herself in. Then, realizing what she was doing, Joy s...opped masturbating and threw her panties down.'I won't do it! I won't! she cried, and stamped her foot like a small girl in a tantrum.I crossed the gap which separated us in two strides and drove my free hand between her legs. My thumb went into her moistening crack while my horny forefinger penetrated her arse. Joy squealed with surprise and. Immediately I could tell he was very drunk."Goddammit baby I must say you are a fine piece a ass," he slurred.I giggled. There was something cute about him. He had a deep southern accent, and I took him as something of a redneck, although he didn't seem to have a problem hitting on a black girl. He kept telling me about how he was on the football team, and the whole time he was talking I don't think he took his eyes off my breasts at all.The punch had done its job, I was pretty drunk myself. In. I filled three or four pages with little quirky things about how he moved, how he sat, stuff like that. The details don't matter for this story – that's a bit of a paradox isn't it – but I really felt I was getting to grips with his character and his behaviour around the house.That was the start of the trouble – around the house. Actually that was the only place I'd ever seen Ray. I didn't know what he did for a job. He didn't seem to have a social life; never joined the rest of us at the pub.. His hands were doing my boobs, and he was pinching my nipples with his fingers. I moaned loudly in pain and pleasure. It got unbearable when he started sucking my clit while also inserting a finger in my pussy.I pushed his head more in my pussy and wrapped my legs around him. He licked my pussy for some minutes, making me long for his dick in my pussy. He sensed that and placed the dick tip on my pussy, rubbed it there, and while smooching, he gave his first thrust.I gasped for some breath when.