Verity Gustwin had decided that the last drink she'd had at the party must have been spiked with some kind of date drug. How else could she have ended up in this bedroom with not a stitch on while a man pleasured her with his tongue and another one she vaguely knew as 'Rosco' was grinning down at her. "Hi, Verity. Christine here sure sucks a mean cock."

Christine? Her friend Christine. Yes, she was in the bedroom as well, but where? Verity looked along the man's body and saw Christine's dark hair on top of the bed. Christine, as naked as a jaybird and blowing Rosco for all she was worth. And squirming around and rubbing her tits because she was getting pleasured the same way that Verity herself was.

Were they all mad? How could all this be happening? And who had taken her clothes off?

A large, strong hand clamped itself around her right breast as the skillful tongue flicked and swirled around her stiff clit like an incoming tide.

"God! God!" she moaned. There seemed to be a strange kind of numbness around her mouth, like the after effects of a dentist's injection, and also along her limbs, but Verity's pussy and toes were twitching of their own accord. And her nipples, especially the one that was being so roughly massaged. Over on her left she could hear Rosco grunting with pleasure.

"Hey, Verity, you sure took on a load of tequila, hey? I guess that's why you're as hot a chilli pepper now, right? All hot to fuck, right?

"Noooo . . . " she wailed, without much breath behind the word but a wealth of feeling. She'd never have gotten drunk on tequila. Hell, she'd never been drunk on anything.

Except she did remember tasting one tequila -- or was it two? But she was sure it hadn't been anymore than that. But she hadn't been drunk . . . only she couldn't remember what had happened next. Somebody must have spiked her last drink with something completely weird.

She said "No" again. Only this time she was trying to say she didn't want to have sex with an stranger alongside her friend and with other men watching all the action.

As if he was reading her mind, the guy between her legs stood up, pulled off the rest of his clothing and put his fingers around his thick cock, grinning down as if he was offering to shake hands.

"Are you ready for this, honey?

Her lips seemed permanently paralyzed, so she shook her head. It was a poor pretence, with her love juices flowing and already on the lips of the muscular hunk who had his hands on her legs.

"What are you waiting for, pinhead? Give her the full length," Christine encouraged, a huge smile spread over her face as she lifted it up from Rosco's prick.

"Uh!"

Verity was grunting in shock. She'd never really believed Christine's big talk about how loose she could be when the devil was in her. Not until now, anyway. Then she grunted again as the man took her smoothly and deeply, chuckling with pleasure.

END OF PART ONE

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