Don't give her the chance, fuck her now

You don’t give Dahlia a chance. Peeping through the cracked doorway to see that she hasn’t made it to the bathroom yet, you spy a bunch of clothing strewn on Dahlia's bed: outfits she was selecting for her Friday night out. You need to make sure this babe never has a night out again, and you need to get your hands on her physically and somehow get those tabs of acid into her system. Luckily for you, Dahlia is hovering over the bed, presumably distracted by the clothing and suddenly hyper-aware of her nakedness. Acid is a hell of a ****...

"Hey, wait. What are you doing?" Dahlia turns to you in alarm as you bust into her quarters. You sneak behind her and hug her, she wriggles… But not very ardently… "I’m not… I’m not feeling great. Sorry, but…"

"Shh, shh. Hush, it’s OK. It’s OK." You whisper lightly into Dahlia‘s ears, trying to calm her down so you can really finish her off. "It’s a lot, but it’s gonna be OK. Just trust me." You lie like a rug, but it seems to do the trick. Dahlia's attempts to get away from you grow feebler, you grind your hips into her naked backside without encountering much resistance. She’s having a hard time just keeping it together.

"Relax... focus on your nice little slit. Right? Come on, baby, tell me what a nice little slit this is." You try to piggyback off of earlier when Dahlia repeated the phrase you’d been feeding her. It works.

"I… But… Y-Yeah... yeah. My nice little slit." You slip your hand between her legs again, hips rolling up into hers and pushing her face-down ass-up onto her own bed.

"Just focus on your nice little slit, focus on how good it feels." You unzip hastily, not even removing your pants fully, just freeing your dick. Dahlia repeats obediently, 'nice little slit', and you furiously masturbate to get fully erect. This whole ordeal has you a little shook, not gonna lie. "That’s it, baby, just focus on how good you feel. Yeah, there. Focus..." Without asking, you aim the aroused head of your meat at Dahlia's gap, using your height advantage to mount her doggystyle before she even knows what’s going on.

"Wait, what are you– oh! Oh fuck!"

It’s got to be intense with all that acid coursing through her system, and Dahlia curses and grimaces, wriggling weakly at first to escape. But you're above and behind her, and there’s a reason animals mate like this: because it doesn’t give the female much choice. Her wet hippie gash engulfs your cock immediately, Dahlia has been a busy little slut all these years at music festivals and Libtard gatherings. She’s soaked, high as a kite, and all she can do is grip her bedsheets and mutter gibberish as you start helping yourself to her overstimulated sex. You don’t get to see it, but you imagine Dahlia's eyes squeezed shut, hardly able to draw a breath, her world suddenly overtaken by the dual threat of your invading length and the percolating acid.

"Oh yeah," you rub Dahlia's curvy backside in encouragement, getting the acid tabs ready. "Holy hell, this is really one grade-A pussy hole… I mean, what a nice little pussy." You spread Dahlia's upturned ass and rip at the acid tabs one more time. A stretch of three or four are more than enough, you hope. Licking your finger and hoping you’re not taking in too much yourself, you place the LSD paper in the crack of Dahlia's ass, using your moist digit to anally administer the fatal dose. Dahlia has a winker, a flaring round pucker that you guess has been offered up multiple times in the past. Your finger pops into her back door easily, sinking 75% of the acid tab paper in with it.

"Ow! Oi, hey, what the fuck!" But Delia is still with it enough to protest. She looks back over her disheveled brown locks to glare at you, and you make sure to fuck her a little bit harder to mask what you’re doing. "I didn’t…"

"Sorry, baby, sorry," you look chagrined, carefully removing your finger from her butt without extracting too much of the paper. Only a few millimeters of the acid tabs remain entrenched in the slutty hippie's back door gash, but... as long as they stay in there a little bit you’ll be fine.

"No, I don’t…" Dahlia tries to get you off of her, but you’re stronger than her and grasp her firmly by her bare hips. You act like you don’t hear while she tries to string together her protests. "L- Look, I-I... ohh... I- think we... we should.... we should... Stop. We should, oh... I mean... I don’t wanna..."

"Oh, so you want to take my acid and smoke my weed, but you don’t want to give me a crack at this? C'mon, you're feeling great. I’m sorry about the butt. OK? But you're loving this. You're so turned on!"

You really try to gaslight Dahlia into being OK with continuing, if she kicks you out and then goes to the bathroom…

"No, seriously. I want you to-"

"Just give me another minute, baby, let me enjoy this tight little slit a little bit more. You’re having fun too. You’re soaking wet back here, and I ate you out like a champ. Come on, girl."

Dahlia is no stranger to exchanging sexual favors for ****. You feel the fight go out of her, the shame zapping her strength as she puts her head down and lets you hump her backside in what has quickly become ****. Albeit wet, hyper-stimulated ****.

Dahlia's pussies squelches and grips your rod whenever you bottom out in her sweet hippie hole, but otherwise she’s rigid with her face down and backside up, a convenient way for you to thrust into as she resigns herself to her fate. The acid is hitting you too, and it’s almost overwhelming to feel a collegiate slut's wet walls give way to your cock head while you try to do mental calculations on how much time and dosage she needs to get her to the point of no return. You know you should go slow, Dahlia is moaning dully and letting out choked gasps from even your moderate fucking, but your primal urges take over and you begin to rock into Dahlia harder and harder, scraping her face across the bed comforter as she mentally deteriorates more and more.

"That’s it baby," you try to reassure her, unable to make out the words she blubbers as she gets taken apart. "Doesn’t that nice little slit feel good?"