Terry's Party Trick by pa319

A literotic sexstories: Terry's Party Trick by pa319 ,
He had it planned. The grinning little pervert.
He bolted upright, heart pounding. Not sure what woke him up, but he knew he was very wake and that it was very dark, and very quiet around the house. It excited him. His breath shuddering with excitement, he started to make his way off the sofa and up the stairs toward the bedrooms. He stopped at the top and tried to work out which room was the one he needed. Was it straight ahead or to the left? The former had a closed door whilst the latter was ajar slightly, so it became an easy choice. He carefully pushed against it, being careful not to make too much noise. He paused, listening for the sound of breathing, snoring, or any other sign that he hadn’t been caught. Eventually he tuned in to it. The unmistakable sound of somebody fast asleep. The slow and regular breathing became a homing beacon in the dark, guiding him forwards. Carefully he trod over the boards, not at all aware where any of the creaking ones were. This was unfamiliar territory. It wasn’t his house. Yet he sneaked his way over to the bed and dropped down to floor level alongside. He hoped this would make him less visible if she were to wake. He knew it was a she because he had planned this all evening. It was her house.Earlier that night Terry had arrived at the party with a hoard of booze, enough for any party, but certainly enough to make sure everyone at this one was well and truly pissed. Strong stuff it was too. No wine or beer here.

Terry may have arrived alone, but he knew everyone there from college. He was soon settling in to the swing of the party and suggested some drinking games. It wasn’t hard for the boys to figure out how to fix them so that the girls drank the most. They didn’t seem to protest for the most part. As the evening went on the games got more adventurous, resulting in abandoned clothes throughout the tiny house. Sadly, though, the group wasn’t quite adventurous enough to remove everything and it was decided to try something else once the girls got wise.

As the evening wore on the party thinned. A hard core remained, mostly made up of the boys who had their eye on a girl. If a girl left the boy would make his excuses minutes later having decided there was no longer a reason to stay. Eventually there was just Terry, Dikesh, Joannne, Sukhbir and Sonya.

Terry, a Greek-descendant sports enthusiast was as good looking as many expected him to be. His chiseled jaw, broad chest and shoulders, and well-toned abs were frequently discussed behind closed doors. Yet he was always single and nobody had heard of anyone who had slept with him. Rumours naturally began to circulate.

Dikesh was after Joanne. He was a young Sikh boy from a family of traders. Scrawny and quiet he didn’t really mingle with the people at college, but he wanted to mingle with Joanne that much was clear. He always had wanted her. It was the blonde hair, the blue eyes and her skinny body that drove him mad. And she knew it.

Sukhbir wanted Sonya. Sonya wanted Sukhbir. They were a couple and Sonya was the one who was at college. She bought her boyfriend along and arranged to spend the night at the house just so they could have sex without worrying about hiding from their parents who would have disapproved, especially as they had already arranged partners for each of them.

Terry was the odd one out tonight. No matter. The evening was still viable in his mind.

“I’ll get you a cover,” said Joanne as Terry struggled to stay awake.

“Thanks,” he murmured as his eye lids became heavier, but allowed him to observe the scene of Dikesh and Joanne heading up the stairs together hand in hand. The bastard. She was supposed to be for him. He was also getting cold. His eyelids gave up.

It seemed like a blink of the eye was all the time that had passed before Terry was woken by the sound of footsteps coming downstairs. He looked up, hoping to see that fucking blanket he was promised, but instead spotted a half-dressed Dikesh heading towards him. He closed his eyes and listened. Some rustling around and then the front door opened. Terry was too curious and sat up to see what was happening. A startled Dikesh looked back just before he went through the door.

“I’m just off home, mate,” said Dikesh and he closed the door behind him just as Terry settled back down to sleep. Terry knew he had to keep his wits about him though or he’d end up sleeping through until morning.

Terry bolted upright, heart pounding. Not sure what woke him up, but he knew he was very wake and that it was very dark, and very quiet around the house. It excited him. His breath shuddering with excitement, he made his way off the sofa and up the stairs toward the bedrooms. He stopped at the top and tried to work out which room was the one he needed. Was it straight ahead or to the left? The former had a closed door whilst the latter was ajar slightly, so it became an easy choice, knowing who had just left. He carefully pushed against it, being careful not to make too much noise. He paused, listening for the sound of Joanne’s breathing, snoring, or any other sign that he hadn’t been caught. Eventually he tuned in to it. The unmistakable sound of her fast asleep. The slow and regular breathing became a homing beacon in the dark, guiding him forwards. Carefully he trod over the boards, not at all aware where any of the creaking ones were. This was unfamiliar territory. It wasn’t his house. Yet he sneaked his way over to her bed and dropped down to floor level alongside. He hoped this would make him less visible if she were to wake. He had been planning this all evening. His moment had arrived.

And what a sweet bonus that she had just been fucking Dikesh. If only he knew what he had just walked away from. The bonus got better still. She was still naked. Terry could see that much from the moonlight shining in through the window above the bed. It highlighted her nipple beautifully and cast a glow along her slim frame, allowing him to scan her gorgeous body from neck, down across her breasts, past her stomach and to the line of the duvet that was protecting her sweet pussy.

Not for long. Terry slipped his hand under the cover, going in from the foot end. He ran it alongside where he assumed her leg would be, being careful not to touch her just yet because his arm was too extended away from him and he felt too exposed in this position. He waited until his hand was closer to his body again, but still under the covers. He was now knelt beside her, at pelvis level, his hand trembling and his breathing shuddering with a cocktail of nerves and excitement.

He nudged his hand over a bit and it touched her skin. Contact. He smiled as he looked up to make sure she hadn’t felt him. It soon turned to the grin of a man who knew he was doing something very wrong, but who was enjoying it in his soul. His nerves were still riding high, but the trembling eased. He knew he needed to focus and that sudden movements could wake Joanne.

Terry shifted his weight on to one knee and put his other leg on to the side of the bed. At the same time he ran his hand over the top of Joanne’s stomach dragging the duvet along with it. He pulled the rest of his body up on to the bed and straddled Joanne’s motionless body. He paused to check her face. No movement still. From here he could smell the distinct odour of alcohol coming from her mouth and also from her body. She was so drunk it was oozing out of her pores. It turned Terry on even more to know he had greatly contributed to this current state of being and because he knew what was going to happen next.

In one strong, swift motion he took his rock hard cock from his boxers and positioned it right in front of Joanne’s pussy. With one last look at her face he thrust hard and was pleasantly surprised at how easy his cock entered Joanne’s pussy. It was still wet from her own juices and Dikesh’s cum. He must have shot and left. Terry wasn’t going to complain, unlike Joanne who on feeling Terry’s cock slam in to her had woken and began to groan her dislike to the situation. She tried to let out a scream, but all she managed was a drunken murmur. The room was spinning and she couldn’t open her eyes properly let alone focus on what was going on. She knew she was being fucked, but it felt different to before. For starters the cock inside her was much bigger and wider, so much so it was hurting somewhat.

Terry pounded his thick cock in to Joanne’s soaking wet pussy deep and hard. He used his hand to cover her mouth just in case she managed to muster a scream and alert the couple next door. He need not have bothered, he could feel she was too drunk to do much, so he slipped his fingers in to her mouth instead. She began to instinctively sick on them as he continued to thrust his hips forward and bury his cock as deep inside her as he could. She gagged, she writhed and she groaned, but eventually she began to moan and pant as he sped up his thrusting and pushed himself harder, deeper, faster.

Terry could feel the sensation in his loins building up. He wanted so much to cum inside her, but then he worried about pregnancy and instead decided to spray his junk all over her tight and toned abs. It seemed never ending.

He caught his breath and then he looked back up to her face. Her eyes were open, but he could see, even in this light, that she wasn’t focussing at all well. It wasn’t long before they shut and the deep breathing started again. Terry admired the scene, but was startled when he heard groans coming from the room next door. Fearing he would be caught red handed he dashed down the stairs as quietly but as quickly as he could. He need not have worried, though, as it soon became evident. The unmistakable sound of ecstatically exciting consensual intercourse soon echoed through the house. And with that Terry nodded off gently back to sleep, with that favourite grin of his for company.

Some days later and everyone was back in college. Terry was sure somebody would say something, but it never came. Weeks passed and the only clue Terry got that Joanne was figuring something out was when at a future party both Terry and Dikesh had lost the party games and were sat next to each other sans their trousers and any underwear. Joanne looked across from one lap to the other and then from one face to the other. She paused on Terry who was just looking back at her, with a small grin across his face.