“Can one of you help me, I think I’m too pissed.”
The nearest two guys helped me to my feet and I pretended to have jelly legs so arms went round me, one of them grabbing a tit, and I giggled again then said,
“You guys will be gentle with me won’t you, I’ve only been fucked once before,” I lied, “and you will wear a con, con whatever they are called, you don’t want to get me preggers do you?”
I was half carried to the untidy bedroom and, presumably, the owner hurriedly straightened the bed covers and I was lowered onto it. By the time the second bottle was empty I was still very sober but pretending that I was drunk. I also considered me being a nymphomaniac but I didn’t think that I qualified for that – yet. I don’t know what drugs they were taking but whatever it was made those cocks hard but it also made them cum quicker. I started sitting very lazily with my knees drifting apart letting the guys see that I was knickerless and a bit wet.
