Passed Out Party Girl Gets Shared

She Can't Say No --- drunk, drugged, and passed out girls

I was halfway through my third beer when I first saw her, standing across the room looking unsure of herself. She was a pretty little thing. Must have been a freshman—you can always tell from the puppy-dog look in their eyes. This one looked like she was at her first ever frat party, and so I decided to introduce myself. After all, I’m Tony Wilson, the captain of the football team at San Mamada University. Every girl wanted me, and I was sure this one would be no exception. “Hey,” I said confidently as I came upon her. She spun about, looking flustered, like she didn’t expect to be approached. “Oh, hey!” “Tony,” was all I said. “I’m Daphne,” came her sheepish reply. “Is that your first beer, Daphne?” I asked, pointing toward the red plastic cup in her hand. “Uhhh, yup. Yes.” I shook my head back and forth. “Well, that’s no good. We can’t have that.” “What?” “You need another!” I said loudly. “And pretty girls shouldn’t have to get their own drinks. Come on.” I motioned for her to follow me, and I could see that she was blushing as I did. “I guess one more beer couldn’t hurt . . .” she said. I began pouring shots from a bottle of chilled vodka. “Naw, fuck that. Beer is for pussies. Try this.” I handed her a shot glass, and she accepted it uneasily. She was biting her lip, looking at the shot like she wasn’t sure what to make of it. She looked cute in her hesitation. There was just something about her that I liked. She had this long, wavy black hair halfway down her back, and smooth, light skin. Her jeans were so tight they looked like they had been painted on, and just a little of her toned midriff was visible before a sheer white crop top covered her. It was stretched to its limits trying to contain this chick’s big plump tits, though. It looked like the fabric might break apart any second because her rack was so big and busty. My brain told me to squeeze them but I calmed myself, waiting. All in good time. Finally she took her shot, wincing at the taste. I took mine along with her, and immediately began pouring us two more. “Woah, woah, I don’t know . . .” she started to say. “What?” I asked. “It’s no big deal.” “Well, alright . . .” We pounded another shot. Every time I poured another, she’d protest, but I’d talk her into it. Soon everyone at the party was cheering us on, and I guess peer pressure got the better of her, because before long she had drunk way more than she probably should have. But I didn’t mind. I liked the way she started swaying to and fro, unsteady on her feet. I liked the way her eyes glazed over and her smile widened. She looked loose and easy, ready for some fun. One of the spaghetti straps on her crop top fell from her shoulder.
After we took another drink I put my arm around her, which she seemed to like now that she was plowed. She put her palm on my chest and felt my muscles, making an “mmmm” noise. Two more shots and she was making out with me in the kitchen. I pulled her close and felt her tits squash up against me as I did. Two more shots and she could barely speak, slurring all her words into unintelligibility. Now I had her right where I wanted her. “Ahhh!” Daphne cried as she took a wrong step and fell. I managed to catch her by the arm and hold her steady. “Thanksss!” she slurred. “I, uhh . . . I think I need to lay downnn.” I helped her to a bedroom in the back of the house where she instantly collapsed into the bed. “So sofffft!” she said, rubbing the comforter. “You’re a good guy. I like you . . .” she continued, sounding hammered as all hell. I just stood behind her, watching. Soon she wasn’t saying a word, just sort of humming drunkenly. I made my move, reaching out and grabbing hold of her firm ass. She didn’t move an inch, simply making a quiet satisfied sound. I squeezed at her round cheeks, taking in the sensation. I gave her a firm spank, but no response. “Daphne?” I asked out loud. “Daphne? You there?” She didn’t respond, instead making a kind of half-conscious moaning noise. I flipped her over onto her back but she made no response. Slowly, I pulled up the bottom of her crop top until I could see her bra, then tugged it off all the way. She made a quiet sound as I unclasped her bra, but kept her eyes closed. She seemed mostly passed out, so I took her bra off completely and watched as her plump tits fell out to the side. They were both considerable, warm, and soft as I laid my fingers into them. I gave them a good squeeze, and her nipples stiffened under my touch. I took one into my mouth and suckled on it, and suddenly my cock was erect in my pants. I pulled my jeans down and off, and my cock sprung out. I gently used the tip to part Daphne’s lips. As she felt my cock head entering her mouth, she just sort of said, “Hmm? Ohhh, alright . . .” and opened up. I pushed my cock into her mouth until I was running the tip along her hot tongue. I thrust in and out of her mouth to get myself hard, and eventually my dick was at full mast. After one more good grab of Daphne’s D-cup breasts, I began to unbuckle her belt. Before long I had her button undone and her zipper unzipped, and her black panties peeked out from underneath. I gingerly pulled down her pants, practically having to peel them off her body because of how tight they were. What was revealed underneath was the tightest little body I’ve ever seen. I flipped her over to take in the sight of her fat, heart-shaped bottom. Her ass was so fat it looked like you could use it as a pillow, and I dreamed of jamming my cock between those cheeks and deep into her pussy. Only this time, I didn’t have to fantasize. This beautiful girl was half naked before me, spread across the bed, passed out drunk, and I could do anything to her that I wanted. I could have my way with her, filling her up with cum, and she’d never even remember. She’d never remember that I jammed my cock into her cunt, fucked her like an animal, and shot a load in-
side her while she was asleep. So I did. I pulled her thong down until her pink teenage pussy stared back at me. I rubbed her clit until she got wet, appreciating how swollen, ready, and fertile her pussy lips looked. I worked a thumb into her hole and felt around. Her internal heat surrounded me, and I pushed my thumb in further. Soon I had two fingers in, then three. She was so tight, and so ready. So I lined the tip of my cock up with her cute pussy hole and jammed it inside. She was laying on her stomach in a prone position, so it was easy to mount her and pump into her from above. Her cunt was so warm and snug, gripping at my rod like a Chinese finger trap, and I fucked it furiously, only stopping every now and again to make sure she wasn’t waking up. But she was properly drunk. I could manage that many shots in a row and still stay standing, but I’m a burly, 220 lb quarterback. She couldn’t have been more than 5 foot nothing, and maybe weighed 90 lbs soaking wet. She was a tiny, petite little thing, and so I felt like I was fucking a doll as I laid into her, filling her tight pussy with my cock. A surprise came as I heard two voices outside the door and the sound of the doorknob turning. As I looked behind me I saw two of my fraternity brothers walking inside—Jay and Matt. At first they looked nonchalant, until their gaze turned toward me. Their initial look was one of surprise, followed quickly by admiration. “Dude!” Jay said. “Fucking nice! She’s a cute one.” “Had a little too much to drink, has she?” Matt said, laughing under his breath. “Yeah,” I said, “I gave this one a dozen shots. She just kept taking them! You should feel how tight she is!” “Do you mind?” Jay asked inquisitively. I smiled. “Be my guest!” I didn’t mind sharing at all. There was more than enough to go around, and this slut had such a snug, welcoming cunt that I’d be selfish not to share. So I stood up, and by the time I moved aside, Jay already had his basketball shorts around his knees. I never knew how he managed to get hard so fast, but he was already erect and ready to penetrate as he spread Daphne’s asscheeks apart and buried his member inside her. She let out a short squeal but quickly went limp again, still passed out. “Fuck, I can barely get my cock inside!” Jay said. He kept on humping her from behind for a while until Matt made him move aside so he could have a turn. We all rotated. One of us would play with her tits while the other laid into her prime pussy. One guy would have to wait, but soon he’d get his turn, mounting Daphne and fucking her brains out while she was drunkenly asleep. When it got back to me, I turned her over onto her back so I could look at her tits while I fucked her. They were heavy and full, and as I entered her in missionary and started pumping they would bounce back and forth, jiggling and reverberating with every thrust. Her cunt was paradise on my cock, so warm and tight. Only freshman girls feel this good, and they’re easy to trick into it too. I grabbed Daphne’s legs and put them up by her ears, a perfect position
for squeezing her sopping wet cunt against your cock while you thrust into her. Her cute little bush peeked out from in between her legs while I fucked her. For another hour we passed her around like a toy, taking turns putting our cock into that hot, tight snatch of hers. We were all drunk, and so we could last a long time. By the end she was waking up a little, making more sounds as we fucked her silly. I went and got a few more of my frat bros to come in and try her out. I wanted everyone to know what it was like to get into such a quality, 19-year-old cunt. After we’d all plowed her good and well, we decided to fill her up with cum too. “I hope this slut is on the pill!” Jay announced. He was fucking her missionary, holding her ankles up on his shoulders as he shot his load deep inside her. “Fuck yeah!” Once he was done Matt positioned her sideways and kneeled beside her on the bed like they were spooning. “I fucking love this position!” he said. “And it works whether they’re awake or not!” He worked his cock inside her and rocked his hips until her pussy was practically bouncing up and down on his rod. Before long he’d finished inside her too. Now it was my turn to finish. I flipped her over onto her stomach again, bringing her to the edge of the bed so I could bend her over at the waist. Her fat pussy lips were presented to me, and the position she was in helped spread them apart so I could glimpse her pink insides. She was creamy, dripping with wetness, and leaking with cum from the other guys. I’d never seen such a messy, sloppy cunt before, and I desperately wanted to fill her up with my own seed too. So I grabbed her hips for leverage and forced my cock inside her. She was just coming to as I did, mumbling and asking what was going on. But I ignored her, and kept on penetrating deeper and deeper. Daphne started making soft whimpering, whining sounds, not resisting but not totally passed out anymore either. But she was limp and easy to control, so I kept on fucking her like a toy. Eventually I began to feel my climax coming on. As Daphne wriggled about some, I continued laying pipe into her, forcing my huge pole in and out of her snug cunt. Once it was too much to take I felt a brightness fill me, like lightning was shooting out from the tip of my cock. I could feel a huge load emptying out of my balls and inside her pussy. Soon the heat of my jizz extended to every corner of her cunt, and as I finished and pulled out I could see a bunch of semen, practically falling right out of her because she was so filled up with it. An hour or so later we all went back and had another round with her while she was still mostly passed out. Jay came on her face that time, and Matt jizzed all over her fat tits. I put another load into that vicegrip-like snatch of hers. I think every guy at the party that night had their way with her, taking her body however they pleased. By the time we all went to sleep she was a literal cum dumpster, covered in the splooge of a dozen different men, with her panties around her ankles. God knows she would be sore the
next day. Come the morning she’d be like all the rest. She’d wake up naked with jizz leaking out her pussy, unsure of what happened, thinking she probably just had too much to drink and jumped into bed with someone. She wouldn’t remember. They never do. She’d just gather her things, sneak out, and try to make the walk of shame back to her dorm room before anyone saw her. But someday she’d come back. Because at the end of the day, there’s nothing better than getting plowed by a dozen frat guys who all want to drain their cum inside of you.