She fell back down and opened her legs wider. I released her clitoris and moved downward. I ran my tongue up her perineum from her anus up to her vulv.... I slipped my tongue as far into her vagina as I could.Her legs clamped around my head like a vice. Her hips began to rock as I rotated my tongue inside her. Her hips moved in the opposite rotation of my tongue. With just my tongue, I could tell she was much tighter than Alyssa had been.My hands pushed against her legs. My tongue went back to. It was only three steps from the bathroom to the bedroom so I only wrapped a towel around me and as I went through the door I gave it a wrist flick to close it and as soon as I heard the click I dropped the towel. I went from euphoric warmth to chilling fear in a heartbeat as a large, sweaty hand clamped itself over my mouth. Another hand came into view holding a small, but very threatening knife. It also held the long neck of bourbon bottle, the fumes wafting into my nose.I tried to struggle. I, too, tried a lot to smile and be casual.The party ended, and people went back home. Dad was a little drunk, and mom asked me to put him in their room. I said good night to them and came back to our room. She was not there.I went to the terrace to find her. It was around 1 am. She was sitting there watching the sky filled with stars. I already made my decision after giving it a lot of thought. I said, “Happy birthday.” She said, “Oh, you can speak. That’s a miracle.”I sat beside her, held. I climbed off him as my juices poured out over his cock. He glistened in the dim light that streaked through the minivan. I turned and put my head down in the adjacent seat. He knew what to do. He stood behind me slightly bent cause of the low ceiling and slid his cock back in to my awaiting pussy. He started with a slow rhythm at first but quickly picked up the pace. It wasn't long before he was slamming into me with all that he had. He was starting to grunt and moan as that familiar feeling.