You go outside

You may be feeling drunk, but you don’t move. Even if you wanted to, you doubt you’d be able to. Mike has wrapped one of his arms around your waist tightly, as if warning you.

“Never have I ever,” someone at the table is talking, but honestly you’ve stopped paying attention, “gone somewhere without a bra on my tits!”

You mindlessly reach for your shot and down it, ignoring the cheers you get.

Thankfully, Ashley must have drank too since she started the next round.

You aren’t even paying any attention anymore. Your head is swimming in **** and you’re barely even aware of Mike running his hand up and down your thigh.

“Jane, you gonna drink?”

You hear someone ask, but you didn’t even hear the question. Instead you just shake your head. “I don’t think I can play anymore.”

“Are you already drunk?”

You nod. “I’m not much of a drinker.”

“Just take the last shot and we’ll get you some air.”

You nod in agreement, the thought of cool air made you suddenly feel stuffy inside this house. You accept the random shot and quickly down it before slipping off Mike’s lap, but his hands stay around your waist, keeping you from falling over.

Mike leads you outside and the moment you step into the cool night air, you take in a deep breath. “Feels so good,” you mutter as you walk to the porch railing and lean against it.

You feel someone’s warmth press against your back and arms circle around your waist. Warm breath brushes your cheek. “You’re drunk.”

You nod in agreement. “Yep.”

Hands grip your tits, openly massaging them through your shirt.

“You’re tits feel amazing.”

“They do?” You blink in surprise. You’d never thought about how your tits feel to someone else.

“Hell yeah.” The fingers suddenly pinch and twist your nipples and you gasp, instinctively arching your back so that your breasts push against his hands even more. Mike presses against you even more, pinning you between him and the railing.

“You like that?” he murmurs in your ear, his breath tickling your neck, making you shiver.

“Mmmhmm…” you sigh.

Under normal circumstances, you’d be horrified by this, but the **** seems to have relaxed you quite a bit, and honestly, what he was doing to you at the dining room table made you ache for more.

When his hands leave your tits, you unknowingly let out a small sound of disappointment, which makes Mike chuckle. But your disappointment is short lived when you feel his hands back on your chest, only this time with no shirt between them.

Belatedly, you realize your stomach feels a bit chilly and in the back of your mind you realize he’s lifted your shirt up and over your breasts. You grip the porch railing as he starts rubbing the bulge in his jeans against your ass.

You feel something warm and wet trail up your neck, leaving a cold trail behind. The dual feeling of warm and cold makes you shiver.

Suddenly all warmth leaves you. You blink for a moment when you realize even your breasts are now cold.

Before you can turn around, Mike is against your back again. “Sorry about that, Jane. Had to sort something out.”

His hands were back on your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You hum in pleasure, leaning back against his chest.

The bulge in his pants is no longer there. Instead, you feel a shaft slip between your thighs and run back and forth against your bare slit. If you had the presence of mind to think about it, you’d wonder when he had actually managed to slip your underwear off, but all you can think about right now is how good it feels.

“You ready?”

You wonder what he’s talking about, but before you can ask, you feel him push the tip of his cock against you. His shaft seems to slip in easily enough, though the walls of your cunt seem to stretch tight in protest.

You groan and lean forward against the railing, his hands squeezing your tits even harder as he enjoys the feeling inside you.

“God DAMN!” He practically shouts as he slides up to the very last barrier to you. Your hymen. Without a second thought, he jams himself past it and pushes your hips hard against the railing you’re leaning on. You cry out and bend at the waist over the railing, but the hands on your tits keep you from bending too far away. “Jane, you’re so tight!”

He starts thrusting into you from behind, his hands massaging and jiggling your tits.

Mike goes as this pace for a few minutes before he pulls you back against him, pressing your back to his chest. He leans to your ear and whispers, “Stay leaning back against me.”

You can’t even get the words out to ask why when he moves his hands from your tits to grip your arms, holding your back to him. Suddenly he starts slamming into you faster. You can feel your tits bouncing uncontrollably and haphazardly.

The entire time, Mike is looking over your shoulder, as if trying to get a good view of your bouncing tits himself.