Straight Female / 21
I recently turned 21. On my birthday, I went out with a bunch of friends and my boyfriend. Naturally, I drank a ton and got really fucked up. By the end of the night, I had made my way back to my parents house with my boyfriend. I didn't last long before I must have passed out/fell asleep in my bed, still fully dressed, minus the heels I had been wearing.
I woke up, I'm not sure how much later, with my legs up on what I thought were my boyfriend's shoulders, and he was fucking me. I still had my clothes on. My skirt was just riding up and my panties were still on, just slid to the side. The sex felt great. When I moaned and said "mmm... baby fuck me", he stopped fucking me. I asked "what's wrong babe? Fuck me!" And as I squinted in the poorly lit room, I saw that it was not my boyfriend inside me. I stared in shock. It was my little brother. I mean, I shouldn't say my "little" brother, because he didn't feel little, lol. But yeah, there he was, frozen in his tracks, still balls deep inside me. It felt great. I didn't even care that the little shit was r****g me in my sleep. I wanted more.
He started to slowly pull out. I quickly told him "no, don't. Keep fucking me." I didn't have to tell him twice. He kept going and going. Hard and deep. I think he was getting close, because he stopped fucking me and fingered me until I came. And then he shoved his cock right back inside me, fucked me for a little longer, and then the little shit grunted, pinned my legs back, and came inside my pussy. Up until that point, I hadn't even realized he wasn't wearing a condom. But I sure found out, as I felt his warm cum filling me up. Almost immediately after he was done, he ran off, without saying a word. I fell back to sleep pretty soon after.
When I finally saw him the next day, he acted as if nothing had happened. I don't know if he was banking on me having been so drunk that I'd forget or what, but we still haven't talked about it. I know I should be mad, but I'm not. I didn't mind being taken, and the sex was very good. I wish my boyfriend were that big and could fuck me like that.
I woke up, I'm not sure how much later, with my legs up on what I thought were my boyfriend's shoulders, and he was fucking me. I still had my clothes on. My skirt was just riding up and my panties were still on, just slid to the side. The sex felt great. When I moaned and said "mmm... baby fuck me", he stopped fucking me. I asked "what's wrong babe? Fuck me!" And as I squinted in the poorly lit room, I saw that it was not my boyfriend inside me. I stared in shock. It was my little brother. I mean, I shouldn't say my "little" brother, because he didn't feel little, lol. But yeah, there he was, frozen in his tracks, still balls deep inside me. It felt great. I didn't even care that the little shit was r****g me in my sleep. I wanted more.
He started to slowly pull out. I quickly told him "no, don't. Keep fucking me." I didn't have to tell him twice. He kept going and going. Hard and deep. I think he was getting close, because he stopped fucking me and fingered me until I came. And then he shoved his cock right back inside me, fucked me for a little longer, and then the little shit grunted, pinned my legs back, and came inside my pussy. Up until that point, I hadn't even realized he wasn't wearing a condom. But I sure found out, as I felt his warm cum filling me up. Almost immediately after he was done, he ran off, without saying a word. I fell back to sleep pretty soon after.
When I finally saw him the next day, he acted as if nothing had happened. I don't know if he was banking on me having been so drunk that I'd forget or what, but we still haven't talked about it. I know I should be mad, but I'm not. I didn't mind being taken, and the sex was very good. I wish my boyfriend were that big and could fuck me like that.
