Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 52

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I woke up on the floor, which wasn’t surprising since I’d been on the floor when Matt facefucked me into unconsciousness.

I’d only been out a few minutes. I lifted myself off the floor, wishing I’d gotten to taste Matt’s cum. Katie and Matt were getting dressed.

Katie pulled some brownies from a box on her nightstand. She passed one to Matt, kept one for herself, and passed three to me. Welp, I guess I was getting fucked up today.

I chowed down on the brownies and then we all headed down to the basement together.

People were already having fun and hanging out. Someone was making mixed drinks. Well, it was one giant mixed drink. They’d taken one of those five gallon sports coolers and filled it with alcohol and slices of oranges and limes, it was somehow a deep red color. A trash can near it revealed empty bottles of light rum, vodka, peach schnapps, and fruit punch mix. An example of a concoction I’d come to learn was called “Jungle Juice.”

Katie poured a cup and passed it to me, instructing me to drink. I lifted it to my mouth and was blown away at how strong the drink was. I choked on it a little but managed to take a sip. The flavor was good, but the alcohol was almost overpowering. While I did, she’d given a cup to Matt and kept one to herself.

She lifted my cup back up to my mouth, I started to take another sip but she pushed the bottom of the cup higher, forcing more into my mouth. After four or five big gulps, she let me catch my breath. There was only half a cup left.

She gave me a stern look and said, “I expect that finished in the next half hour.”

Oh boy. I was a bit leary of alcohol after Daniel’s frat brother had shoved a beer bong tube up my ass and poured a solo cup’s worth of vodka into the funnel. Logic told me that I wasn’t going to just pass out instantly from drinking that much in a single go, but I was apprehensive nonetheless.

Every time I’d been drinking I’d also been fucking and I’d never stopped to figure out what my actual limit was. Daniel had told me that you could fit about a dozen shots in a single solo cup. I was six shots, and three edibles, in. I guess this would be a trial by fire.

I still didn’t know anyone, so I just stood near Katie and Matt for a while, sipping my drink. After twenty or so minutes of that, I looked at the half cup I’d barely made a dent in and downed the rest in one go.

Katie and Matt were talking to some people. Everyone here went to the same high school as Matt, the next district over from the one Katie and I belonged to. I lingered near their circle, unsure of what to do.

Eventually, Katie took pity on me and brought/dragged me into the circle and introduced me. “This is my younger sister.” Everyone said hello, and I saw two of the guys give me the once-over. I was still horny and the alcohol and weed were making me more so by the minute.

Everyone kept talking and I stood there awkwardly. I didn’t really want to talk to any of them. What I wanted definitely didn’t involve talking.

Apparently an entire solo cup of jungle juice was too much for me. Over the next half hour, I grew dizzier and more tired. I excused myself and went up to Katie’s room to lie down.

I woke up a few hours later and realized I was massively drunk and high. I played with myself until I came, but my body was craving more than just my fingers and my orgasm was disappointingly small.

I shambled back downstairs. The sun was getting really low. I was hoping everyone would be drunk enough at this point that I could find someone to fuck me without awkward conversation.

In that regard, I was lucky. I made it down one flight of stairs before I saw a guy leaving a bedroom. He was tall and looked muscular. Yum.

He saw me and then did a double take, staring at my crotch, “Uhh, you okay?”

I followed his gaze and realized that my skirt was still hitched up from when I was taking matters into my own hands a little while ago. It had somehow managed to ignore gravity and left my pussy on display.

I smiled at him. “Never better. You single?”

“Uhh, yes? Why?” His muscles apparently made up for what he was lacking in brains. But then, I didn’t really care about his brains.

I walked up to him, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him into the bedroom he’d just vacated.

There were two sleeping bags on the floor, but I sat on the edge of the bed.

“Drop your pants and pick a hole. I need a dick in me.”

He stared at me for maybe three full seconds. Then he stripped off his shirt, stepped out of his pants, and crossed the room to me.

He held his semi-hard dick in front of my face and I sucked it, feeling it grow in my mouth. He moaned and I could tell he wanted me to keep blowing him. I had other plans.

I popped his dick out of my mouth. “I need a good fucking, get to work.”

He looked like he wanted to argue, then realized how stupid that would be. He lined his dick up with my pussy and slid it in. We fucked but he never seemed to push his dick in all the way.

He fucked me like that for maybe five minutes before I lost patience and schooched back and issued a command.

“Lay on the bed.”

He did, and I climbed on top of him. I was pretty unsteady from all the drinking and edibles but I rode him for maybe two minutes before he unloaded inside me without warning.

I was kind of disappointed. I was still getting into it and hadn’t had a chance to cum. On the upside, I got to enjoy the sensation of his cum in me. He tried to get up but I stopped him. “No, I’m not done.”

I kept riding him and he started to shudder from being oversensitive. I managed to just barely eek out a tiny orgasm. I left him lying there and headed back downstairs. I knew there were other dicks there, I had a goal.

Cum was running down my legs and I stopped by the kitchen to grab a paper towel. I liked having cum on me, but I figured the next guy I tried to fuck would be hesitant if he knew I’d just finished with some other random guy. I cleaned up as best I could and headed back to the basement.

Things were slowly livening up. Loud music was playing and lots of people were dancing or grinding together.