As alot of people will agree, we are different people when we are drunk. I certainly am, my drunk self is a slut! Down right whore if we must. She makes decisions that get me into trouble most of the time. She is fun but trouble.
I was already 18 so getting drunk wasn’t new to me (not that it was new on my 18th birthday either) I knew what mischief I can cause. My friend wanted a house party but her place wasn’t big enough. One of my friends mums is super chill, she would provide the alcohol, vacate the house, leave us money for takeaway and even left the condoms in the second draw down on the left hand side of the kitchen, yano, incase we wanted to make water balloons.
There were around 25 of us and eventually everybody started leaving the party. We were down to 5 of us and my BF said we could go back to hers to sleep if we wanted. Her brother was in dog sitting but he would stay in the living room and we could stay in the kitchen. We went back and started dancing and singing and playing dares.
I got so drunk I could barely stand up, I knocked over a bottle of WKD and that was the decider for the night, we made sleeping arrangements. It was a small three bedroomed house and her mum and dad’s bedroom was off limits. The other two rooms were really small and only fit 2 girls in each. Her brother had offered his bedroom up for 2 girls and my friend and another girl went and slept in her room. There was only me left.
The brother offered for me too sleep in the living room and he would be on one sofa and me another. I wasn’t in the slightest bit tired and the alcohol had me chatting shit. He was so sweet. He got me a glass of water and fetched his quilt for me and gave the girls in his room a spare quilt. We picked a film and started chatting about what we were up too.
He was 27 at the time and I was doing college studies. I had been training to be a masseuse and was telling him all about it. He made a cheeky comment about I should practice on him because he was feeling really stiff. I remember him making the comment and me brushing it off and rambling on. I then totally forgot where I was and started taking my clothes off ready too sleep. He asked me what I was doing and I said “I can’t sleep in clothes and I also can’t get my damn bra off” he was quick to help.
Jumping up and taking his shirt off I was thinking “that’s odd, he must be hot” too drunk to care, I let him unfasten my bra. He started to rub my shoulders while asking me if he was any good at massages. I told him he needed to be further up towards my neck and he took that as kiss me. It felt good and he was turning me on, slowly kissing my neck he reached round to between my legs and the next thing I know he has spun me round and pulled me onto his lap.
At what point he unfastened his belt and jeans, I don’t know but he was there, cock out ready too slip it in. Lucky for him I was wearing a skirt and thong. Simply easy access. With my tits in his face and cock rubbing my clit he pulled me back and then onto his dick. Both my legs are on his thighs and I’m riding him so smooth. He made sure I felt every stroke of his hard cock. He held onto my ass and I pulled his hair. He was ready for cumming. I was on the pill so I pushed down onto him, he thrust into me and let out a grunt ill never forget. Filling my pussy up I flopped backwards and giggled. I told him he was great at massages. He went back over too his sofa and we fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up and got dressed, THINKING nobody had heard us and everybody was asleep through our early morning romp. I was so wrong. I was greeted by 4 Cheshire cats in the kitchen. My best friend came straight out with “well atleast you are dressed now because when I checked on you half an hour ago, neither you or *my brother* were fully dressed, you want to tell us what the noise was about last night?.” I blushed and couldn’t look at her. Her brother walks in and quickly picks up for me” yeah, we watched a film, sorry it was loud.”
Too this day we never told anybody what we did and I still stand by I can’t remember anything from being absolutely off my face and my best friend still doesn’t believe us. They would tease me every time they saw me after that and say his name to me in sex noises.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lg6q33/i_f_fucked_my_bestfriends_f_brother_m_at_a_her
My best friend fucked my cousin on my 18th birthday! In the living room, on the couch, I walked in on them going at it ?
I screwed my girlfriends college room mate when she came home with her for a break. We had all been out with some other friends and then ended back at her house because her parents were away. My girlfriend passed out in her bedcandcee screwed out on the living room couch.