I resign to sobbing quietly with lame attempts at writhing beneath him. He breathes heavily on top of me and I feel how much this chase has turned him... on. He grinds his impressive erection against my abdomen and I squeeze my eyes shut. I know whatever he does with that is going to be for his pleasure, not mine. "Do you still think that slap was cute, you slut?" He growls at me. I can feel his anger, it's almost tangible, and it's suffocating. I let out a loud, defeated sob, even more. I put my hands on his belt and unbuckled it easily pulling it out of the beltloops. My fingers were acting on there own now as if they new what to do. Grabbing his zipper and pulling it down finding his button next. I stuck my fingers in his boxers and pulled his pants and boxers down at the same time, revealing a semi-hard shaft. I got down on my knees in front of him, eye level with his member. I ran my fingers lightly down his shaft making it stand straight up. He was at least 6 and a half. Weird. I felt almost nothing. I rotated my hips, and it felt like my cock was not in her pussy. I repositioned my hips, and she said: "What's wrong, fuck me now and hard." "I don't think I'm in," I said. "You're in honey," her voice thick with lust. I moved my hips back and forth and felt some wetness, but almost no friction. I guess I was in, but it was like fucking a jar of mayonnaise! I leaned my torso up, took one of her legs by the ankle, and lifted it high. I checked out her cunt ... and. .but how can she, when this creep's tongue is overpowering hers, forcing her to moan in protest, but which makes the clowns with him think she's getting into it? Finally he lets her lips free from his, and as Stacy coughs at the alcohol taste, he informs his friends how hot it is to kiss her, how soft her lips are. She struggles to get free, about to open her mouth to scream in protest--and suddenly, one of the other guys steps behind her and wraps a liquid-drenched cloth around her nose and.