NOT Your Grandma's Book of Progressive Erotica: Vol 6

Knockout

Getting drunk wasn't something I did often. I enjoyed drinking, but not to the point where I was so wasted that I would be puking into a toilet until I passed out.

Any time that I would drink, I would be at a friend's place with a bunch of people who they knew, or their friends invited. The parties always seemed safe since it was a big circle of friends and even couples were in attendance as well. I never had any problems since dating my boyfriend, but life seems to always screw you over when you're happy and least expect things to go wrong.

It was another night of drinking at a friend's place. My boyfriend and I were both there and I had tried some new shots with my best friend to the point of us both being super wasted. We both ended up in her bathroom, except she passed out in the tub and I passed out on the bathroom floor next to the toilet.

As I laid there on the cold floor, my head pounded from the loud music being played in the house. My head was slightly tilted to one side as I rested it on my arms. Somewhere during the middle of my drunken state, the bathroom door opened and then closed. Someone was in there with us, but my friend was passed out and I was in no shape to move, or say anything. I waited for a voice, but I heard nothing. The pounding in my head was all that I could feel and hear, that was until my pants were pulled down.

I felt someone's hands on my ass as they spread my cheeks and then began rubbing their dick on my pussy. Like previous times when getting drunk, my pussy was already a little wet, so the person didn't have to do much to get their dick inside of me. It was somewhat painful in the beginning, but slowly felt better as they continued to fuck me. I had no way of telling if it was my boyfriend or not, but I soon had an answer when I heard the door swing open again and loud voices could be heard.

The person's dick was soon removed from my pussy and a scuffle could be heard behind me. I couldn't make out any words that were being said, but someone was clearly mad. Without warning, a man whose face I did not recognize, dropped to the ground beside me. His head looked to hit the floor rather hard and blood was gushing from his nose. I looked at him through my hair and realized that he wasn't staring, but that he had been knocked out cold.

I then heard another voice again and the door closed. Someone's hand was now pushing my hair back so that they could look at my face. My boyfriend's eyes then met mine and his expression went from rage to heartbreak. I could tell that he was the one who walked in on the stranger assaulting me and in that moment, tears began to run down his cheeks – mine as well.