Fun

Be honest with yourself, you’re on here because you need to touch your pussy. What could make that more enjoyable? Drinking so much alcohol your pussy tingles violently and the room spins around you. I wanna get you so fucked up you can hardly type or walk, and make you play with your wet slit until you pass out from pleasure and intoxication - because I know that’s exactly what a good girl like you needs right now ;)

This story happened last year and I wanted to share it with someone. Everyone involved is 18+ y old.

This was back at a high school graduation party right before we all moved to college. We had gone way past being just tipsy and straight into "super drunk". Walking was basically a suggestion we weren't following, so we ended up collapsed in a heap in the local park, waiting for the world to stop spinning. The grass was slightly damp, and the whole world smelled like cheap cider and summer air.

The sit-down was quite boring so we played some whatever games to pass the time, and eventually moved on to truth or dare. Like always it started out with tame stuff like, "Show your boobs" or "kiss xy person." I’d already swapped spit with half the circle and my shirt was basically optional at that point. Eventually, one of the other girls got a devious look in her eyes and dared me to fuck one of the guys right there on the grass.

I was gone, but I wasn't that gone. I didn't really wanna fuck anyone with the risk of someone walking their dog past us, so instead I said, "How about I just let them finger me?"

It worked, and they loved the idea, thinking I wouldn't go even this far. She told me to pick who got the honors. Honestly? I was too drunk to care about names or preferences, so I just told the guys to do rock-paper-scissors for it. They actually took it seriously, huddled up in a little competitive circle while I watched. Eventually, one of the guys won, he had this look of pure, shocked luck on his face.

Without thinking twice, I shimmed my underwear down to my ankles and leaned back, letting my skirt bunch up around my waist. I didn’t have a shy bone left in my body. He moved closer, a bit hesitant at first, but then he just went for it. He stuck his fingers in me with ease; I was already a complete mess and soaking wet from making out with people all night.

The sensation was incredible to be honest, he cold night air hitting my skin while he was all heat and friction. It would've been extremely awkward if it wasn't for the alcohol, but everyone was way too drunk to really care about "boundaries." A couple of the guys didn't believe it was actually happening in the dark, so they leaned in and lifted my skirt even higher to get a better look. They got an eye full of him, knuckles deep and working a steady rhythm while I just breathed through it, head back against the park bench.

Cheering and laughing ensued, a chorus of "no fucking way" and "get in there" echoing through the trees. After a minute or two of being fingered, with the intensity peaking, the guy finally stopped, looking kinda dazed.

We laughed a bit about it that night, stumbling around until we finally managed to find our way home. No one seemed to remember anything that happened but me. If they did, they never brought it up again, so I just assume they blacked it out. But I didn't. I can still feel the grass on my legs, everyone looking at me and that specific, thrill. I think back to this moment from time to time.

Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy thinking back to it.