1. Deborah


    Date: 3/26/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Non-consensual sex, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: Paxtonios, Rating: 91.3, Source: sexstories.com

    Deborah and I had first met about a month ago when she and her boyfriend moved into the shared house I had with my girlfriend and another couple; the four of us were university students and they were both working. She was nineteen, a tall girl, about five foot eleven, with short red hair and a slim figure topped off by small but perky tits. I didn’t think she was particularly hot at the time, partly because my relationship with my girlfriend was still quite new and we were shagging most nights and partly because she acted in a ‘busybody’ kind of way, telling people what to do all the time Within a week of them moving in Deborah and her boyfriend were arguing constantly (the aforementioned ‘busybody-ness’ had a lot to do with that) which had the rest of us on edge. One night when there was only me and the two of them still in the house, my girlfriend and the other two residents having already gone home for the summer, she stormed out, shouting insults at her boyfriend and then slamming the door. I thought nothing of it at the time and went back to studying. Later that night I was playing Command & Conquer (back then the most addictive Playstation game I had) when I heard a bang on the front door downstairs. I got up and opened the door to my room but I couldn’t see anything down the stairs to the front door, so I waited for a moment just to be sure. I was just about to go back to my room when I heard the sound of keys going into the lock, so I waited. After about a minute the ...
    door lurched open and Deborah fell through it, collapsing in a heap on the floor. ‘Shit’ I thought ‘She’s fucking wasted! I’d better go and help her’. I went down the stairs and approached her cautiously. She moved her head to the side and grinned, trying to talk but only burbling complete nonsense. ‘My God! What have you been drinking, girl?' She was wearing a blue dress and heels and had obviously been to a party of some kind. ‘Maybe that’s what they were arguing about before’ I thought. ‘Oh well, who gives a shit’. I thought about going up to the second floor and getting her boyfriend to come down and help her, but I was afraid she could end up choking on her own vomit or something if I left her alone. ‘Fucking bullshit. Right, how do I move her?’ I stepped over her legs, which had curled up to her stomach in a sort of foetal position, and pushed the front door closed. ‘Come on’ I said to her in my best dealing-with-a-drunk-idiot voice ‘Grab onto me’. I lifted her up and tried to guide her up the stairs, but she was just a giggling mess and it took forever to pull, push and coax her up the twelve or so steps to the main hallway. Her shoes fell off about halfway up, so I had to position myself so that I was holding her by the waist with one arm and grab the shoes with my free hand, which nearly put my back out. Once we finally made it to the top she crumpled in a heap on the floor again. ‘For fuck’s sake’ I thought ‘I’m not taking her up the next flight to her room. She can ...
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