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I have this small problem; well it's not that small actually, it's this
thing I have with drink. It doesn't happen very often and most times my
husband was there to protect me mostly from myself. Even with him
there, I've been known to shed a garment or two before he can stop me and
take me home. The problem was that he's not always there. Christmas
office parties were the worst, I rarely go these days, I had to leave so
many jobs, not being able to return and face my work colleagues in the new
year.
I found out early that I couldn't hold my drink, it was when I went to
college. I was a virgin until the first party I attended; how can an
innocent girl like me take on three guys just because she had taken two
or three drinks. And do you know the worst bit; I can remember
everything, it's like a flash back in a movie. I can still see their smiling
faces, hear their rude words and feel their cocks in me as they fuck me.
If I can't sleep and the night is very dark, the nightmares return to
me. I re-run that first night in my head. I went with my new roommate to
this student party. My experience with boys up to that time was just a
few fumbles. As soon as we had arrived a glass of wine was put into our
hands and then we were whisked off to the dance floor. After a couple
of drinks I felt fine, a bit giggly but in control; after two more I was
gone. My current dance partner took me to a quiet area and we started
to snog. I don't think I ever knew his name, but he was the first guy to
ever fuck me.
My lack of resistance spurred him on; his hands found their way under
my rather conservative clothes to my virgin body beneath. I can still
remember him removing my bra and knickers and thinking that he shouldn't
be doing that, but I didn't stop him. His fingers found my unprotected
pussy and for the first time, a man invaded my body. I guess he thought
this was not the right place to fuck me, so he got up, grabbed my by
the hand and dragged me into a spare bedroom. Now we were alone he
quickly stripped me naked, spread my legs and pushed his hard cock into me.
He thrust into me for a couple of minutes and pumped his goo deep inside
me. I just lay there thinking that I was no longer a virgin. He left me
then but quickly returned with a couple of his mates. I hadn't even
moved, I was still lying there with my legs obscenely wide open and my
eyes shut tight. One after another they all fucked me, once, twice and
then later a third time. After midnight Janice, my roommate found me,
dressed me and took me home. Next morning she dragged me down the Doctors
for the morning after pill and a supply of the normal pill.
For the next two months I avoided all social contact with the other
students for fear of seeing those three guys again. Of course I couldn't
live like a hermit all the time, but with the help of Janice, I came out
of my shell and had a good time. Of course those three bastards had
spread the word about me and a steady supply of drink was always thrust
into my hand at any party that I attended. Somehow I managed to get
through my three years without more than a half a dozen episodes that I
would like to forget, but of course I had total recall of every sordid
second.
On leaving college with a good pass under my belt I started my first
job. Almost immediately I met my future husband, Joe. I felt attracted to
him straight away and him to me. My bad experiences with men had left
me a bit mentally scarred, so I didn't dress to show off my good figure
or use make up. What really endeared him to me was the first time I had
a few drinks in his company, instead of taking advantage of the
situation, like every other guy I had ever known, he just took me home and put
me to bed. After that night I almost threw myself at him, letting him
fuck me whenever he wanted. Being young and fit he wanted to two or
three time every night. Oh I wish he still did now, but after five years of
a bumpy marriage, his sex drive has diminished somewhat.
I know Joe still loves me and we fuck once or twice a week, more would
be nice, but I happy with what I've got. He doesn't blame me when I get
myself in trouble, but I know he doesn't like it, but he makes the best
of it by fucking me himself when he gets me home. He keeps telling me
not to drink at all when he's not there, just stick to soft drinks. And
I do try, but you'll be surprised how the word gets out and the horny
guys out there love to stick their cocks into me, so they spike my
orange juice. I'm amazed at the places I been fucked, even at a church
social where you'll think I would be nice and safe. I'm only twenty-five and
my figure is still slim and firm, so I don't expect things to change
much in the near future.
I try not to think about the things I have done while under the
influence, but sometimes my past raises it ugly head and bites me. Joe of
course doesn't know half of the things I done; he doesn't ask and I don't
volunteer the information. I can remember when we were at this posh
Dinner and Dance when I was asked to dance by a guy who looked vaguely
familiar. I immediately suspected that he had fuck me at some time and that
was to prove to be the case. While dancing he related to me the time
and the place when we had done it and that he had some pictures of me as
well. Yes now I remember it wasn't one of my nicest experiences; he had
stripped me naked, fucked me hard and then fired off his camera at me.
Now he wanted to see me again or he would post the pictures to my
husband. I slapped him across the face and I told him to fuck off and do
what ever he wanted. I left him standing in the middle of the dance floor
and walked back to Joe. Of course Joe wanted to know hat it was all
about so I told him. He offered to go and see to the guy, but I put my
hand on his arm and told him not to, it wasn't important.
The pictures never did turn up, but it just goes to show you what can
happen. But one good thing came out of it was Joe was very hard that
night and really gave me a good seeing too, he must have like the idea of
pictures of my naked body being out there somewhere. Later I was lying
beside his sleeping form thinking about that night. As far as I know it
was the only time I had been photographed but you never know. I re-run
that night in my head. It was my last year at college and just finished
my exams and I felt in the mood for a drink. Janice was there to keep
and eye out for me but she was interested in this other guy so she was
not there to stop this guy from dragging me off to his room and fucking
me. There was just the two of us that night, usually two or three guys
take their turn with me, but that night I suppose I must have got
lucky.
Sometime I must write down all the times I had been fucked while drunk,
must be hundreds by now and still growing. Just last week, the young
guy from next door had caught me at good time for him when I had a couple
of stiff drinks in secret, well it was my day off. He's quite a hunk so
I didn't mind too much him thrusting between my legs. It's the times
that I've let some really nasty guys fuck me that send shivers down my
spine; guys who I wouldn't even talk to if I was sober, but after a few
drinks I would open my legs for them.
In my last year in college I dated this guy doing a psychiatry degree,
he soon learned about my problem, hard not to really. But he brought up
a point that I hadn't thought about before. He said that as I knew
about my problem, why did I still drink in mixed company when I knew what
the likely out come would be. He then went on to conclude that I must,
deep down inside, want to be taken advantage off and the drink was just
a devise to shift the blame. Well I had never thought about it before,
and on those dark nights, when I lying besides Joe, I do a bit of soul
searching. I don't think I want to be ravaged but any cock that comes
alone, but then I still drink. Makes you think doesn't it.
By Jax
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