I grew up when was a teen in a little village, far from towns, there were nearly no place to drink, except a kind of little pub own by the burgomaster and only opened the Sunday after mass. But during summers holidays, there were itinerant parties under big marquees and if you were well informed, you could have fun nearly each night within 30km. At those times, 40 years ago, people were not the same, you could enter in each house without knocking on the door because they were never locked.
All the children of village just get out to play together and nobody was looking at them, we just came back at the falling of the day the knees full of scratches at it was ok.
Most of people there were farmers and we had one doctor and one lawyer for all the villages around. I don't know how old you are, but have to understand that, at those times several things were easier.
As a little girl I was used to go to play with boys, to do bicycles, climb to the trees, and do forbidden things, as enter by night in the church, make jokes to neighbors, steal cigarettes and bottles to our parents...
At 8-year-old, it was a game for me to show to boys what was under my dress if the boys show me their penis. But it was just showing what was between my legs and drinking one or two bottles of wine at with eight or nine boys. Whatever, the taste of those thing pleased me a lot.
They were several events all year long, where we could meet children from other villages, and it was fun to do with them things we won't with those of the village. It was temerity games: climbing on the roof of the church, trying to summon spirits in cemetery, afraid cows, and as usual steal bottles and cigarettes: for sure, we were proud to drink lots of beers and wines we stole earlier in the evening.
So, at 10 at each event, I had some friends that I attracted behind a grange or a ranch, to suck them in exchange of a full bottle just for me. Most of them were older than me, between 13 and 15 y.o. So, I could have what I was searching without any risk to get caught while stealing a bottle. At 10, after 2 or 3 bottles of wine, I was really drunk and each time I finished asleep somewhere.
My parent’s house was the last of a dead end, a very big house, with an impressive garden, and just after, the place where the celebrations took place, the only one at kilometers around, my parents were in charge of the maintenance of this place; there was a theatre in it, big kitchen, and all around, just woods and meadows.
By night, when my parents were not invited to party, I got out by my bedroom windows, jump on the large wall, walk on it all along the garden to join the celebration place. Boys were already waiting for me, some of them, were already in my shack (an old hen house in solid stone). It was my secret hiding place, with my dolls and my tea party table.
Boys had brought bottles and cigarettes, so we party together; I gave them blowjobs, they gave me as much beer and wine I could drink, and as much cigarettes I could smoke. Very often, they came a boy that I didn’t know, another boy had invited him to my temple, but it wasn’t a problem, if had a gift for me, I will suck him.
Until one day, a really older guy arrived, may be 18 or 20, when he entered, I was drunk and sucking two dicks at the same time. I immediately stopped because I thought he will speak about my dirty habits and I will be punished. But he didn’t, he sat on my little pink chair, rolled a very big join lighted it and gave it to me, I put it to my lips and smoked it, I managed to not cough, it was my first join, and God, I loved it.
I was staggering when he gave it me, I was drunk and if I knew loved it, smoking weed was like to be drunk two times in the same moment! Slowly he removed my clothes, lay me on the tea party table and insert his big penis in me and start to fuck me so hard, but so hard… I was lay on my back with this man who was fucking me, I was smoking the join, other boys were masturbating around me, when they were on the point to jack off, they approach their little penis to my mouth, and I just opened my smoky lips receive their semen on my tongue and swallow it before to suckle their penis as a baby suckle his bottle.
Once the join had been over, I was thirsty as hell, but unable to grab a bottle, my all body wasn’t reacting anymore. I was conscious, but high for the first time of my life. The man turned me on my face, and insert his dick in my ass, I was so high and so relax that I didn’t feel any pain. I was used to play with my cunt or insert my fingers in my vagina, but in the ass, wow, it was just unreal! I cried of pleasure and I really didn’t care if somebody hear me. Boys were lifting my head to insert their penis in my mouth but my throat was so dry, that each times a boy jack off in it, it was like a little help for my survival. Because, yes, my heart was beating so strongly and I was so trashed that I thought I was the point to die, dying of pleasure, I was getting really mad.
When the man violently removed his dick from my ass, it was just as if my head got empty in the same time, a pleasant void, as if nothing else exists, a total Nirvana. He turned me at new, pull me towards him and put his dick just in front of my face, my eyes were full recognition and innocence and I opened the mouth. I didn’t care where this dick was few seconds ago, I just wanted to swallow him as gratitude. Once done, he looked at me and said: “you’re a good bitch, you know… But your mouth is dry as sand, do you want to drink me as real bitch?”. I didn’t know what he was speaking about but I nodded my head to said yes, he grabbed my neck, put my head totally back to make my mouth great open, and he peed. He was a very kind man, he peed in several times to not drown me and let me time to gulp.
Once he had finished, he carried me, sit me on the table, put a bottle of wine in my hand and left us. I was naked on table, high and drunk, watching all those boys I had loved to meet, but for me, they were now just children, I just became a woman. I knew they will never give me as much pleasure than before, so I chugged the half of the bottle, let me slip on the table, legs great open and just babbled: “Next!” before to pass out.
The months after, I still met the boys, but those times for real sex, expecting an older guy will join us. Sometimes, a boy comes with some cannabis, but it was rare and not the same thing. I understood that if I wanted to have what I need, I will have to meet older guys, and as my school was in town, it will be my best chance to find them in pubs.
It was legal at this time to order beer when you were 13. Most common liquor here is called peket, it’s a distilled juniper, as gin, and we drink it diluted in soft drink as juice (orange, passion fruit, cherry/apple) or soda as cola. And before the trend of vodka mixed with energy drinks, it was just the summum of the cool attitude to drink it. That’s why, have friends older than me was useful. Now it's 15 to order a single lager beer and 18 for liquors.
That's why, at 12 my parents let me go village parties, for them there were no risks I could buy alcohol. They were parties for teens and young people of the villages that were turning from village to village each week end, they were building a great tent, you know as for the circus, and there was a bar and a DJ in it.
Entrance was free, but my parents gave me 100 FB (2.5€) each week end to go there, that means 5 soft drinks as 5 cola or 5 beers If I could proof, I was over 13...
So, as it was the friends I was used to suck for booze, you can imagine I never go to the bar to order drinks... They were just offer me as many beers I wanted to fuck me.
During the rest of the week, when I was at school, there was a kind of small cafe in front the school, and I was one of them who left school to go there. I used the 100 FB that my parents me to play cards, the looser offer the drinks to the others, and I didn't often loose.
But I was in a rage when I lost them on a Monday... Because if I played well and I was lucky, I could drink 5 beers at each lunch time, each day of the week.
I didn't physically need alcohol at these times, but I wanted it a lot, I wanted to feel something we can called tipsy.
At those time people were allowed to smoke in cafe, so I also started to smoke, and it's at that moment, that I started to request gifts from boys, to pay my cigarettes, to pay my drinks... I didn't had sex with them, but I was that kind of bitch who let dream boys of a kiss to get what I wanted.
At school and at home I was an angel, my parents and my teachers were proud of me, but as soon out, I was a rebel: smoking, drinking, having sexy clothes...
It was so easy to unbutton a shirt to tie it just under my breast and return my dress to make it shorter...
When I was 13, at few kilometers from my house lived a 18 girl who was my friend. At those times, it wasn’t a problem for us to walk 3 or 4 km to meet a friend but to join summer parties, it was impossible without being drove by your parents. Fortunately, my friend has just got her first car in June and she had negotiated with her mother to not live in the house anymore, but in little a chalet built on the other side of the property. She doesn’t own nothing more than a mattress on the floor and a shower that ran out of warm water two time on three, but she didn’t care.
So now, it’s time to be honest, the only reason why she asked this was not to proof she was a mature and responsible young adult, but to go to party as often as possible and drink like a fish. And for the same reason I told my parents that I visit my friend to help her to prepare her room and make “girls’ things” … And they trusted me…
So, several times per week, she came with her car to home to “not I have to walk” and I left home wearing a dungaree. Ritual was each time the same, we drove to her chalet, there, I removed the dungarees, throw it on a pile of rubble, pour a carafe of water on it and put more rubble on it. Just to have to give it to mother the day after and beg her to clean it.
Under the dungarees, I was wearing some party clothes and they were more looking as underwear than clothes. Just the time for both of us to make up with lots of gloss and glitters while drinking a full bottle of Zizi coin coin (a famous mix of lemon juice and Cointreau), it was before it was mass produced and wasn’t a 10% as now but a 30% drink.
Once ready, we drove to the nearest marquees, drinking cans of cherry beers or peach beers, when we arrived in the place, we were already hot and ready to dance! Except that the only moment we had never dance was when we stand in line to buy to tickets for drinks.
Next step was to find a group of boys, sit at their table and order ONE beer and bucket of peket, it’s a bucket filled with ice, one bottle of peket and two of soft drinks. We talked together and very soon, boys offering us drinks. Several times during the night one of us was bring by a guy to get fucked behind the marquee and we came back to continue to party.
Useless to tell that every time we left party, we were both drunk, and generally me really much more than her. But the story I tell you here after this long introduction was not just a regular drunk driving moment, but the time I saw her drove the drunkest she ever did and, by the same way, how I discover my fantasy for DUI.
It started as a normal night, except it was the fifth night in a row we went to party, I just woke up to dress ran to the door to leave house, taking care to not staggering in front my parents and when I drank the first can of cherry beer in her car, my hand was checking and my stomach was smeared until we finish the bottle of Zizi Coin Coin.
We were both tired, but we had been lucky enough to had bought some cocaine the night before. We took some lines and left the chalet, on the way to party, I noticed that my friend already had few troubles to follow the road, but she was still ok.
We directedly enter in the marquees, we still had meters of tickets from previous parties. The night was as each other except that we were both drunk earlier than usual and we had few cocaine to snort. Until around 2 A.M., because a fight starts under the marquees. All boys joined it, and left us alone with the drinks. My friend grabs our bottle, divide what left in it in our goblets and pour juice under, goblet was full, but there were so few juices that liquid was transparent pink and looking under I could see the bottom of the goblet.
Taste was really strong, and during I was drinking mine sip by sip, my friend, chugged her in one swallow, grab the bottle of the boys on the other side of the table, pour it in her goblet, and drank it as a hero during I was dying to drink mine. She was very angry and was mumbling: “stupid guys, we just wanted to get drunk and fucked…”
Situation was getting worst and worst, they were using tables and chairs to fight, several times our table had been hit by men with bleeding face, during she was finishing the boy’s bottle she start to bawl me out: “CHUG IT! YOU DON’T SEE WE HAVE TO MOVE NOW?”.
So, I chugged it, but it burnt so much that I had tears at the corner of my eyes. Once done, I looked around, and my friend was up “walking” to the exit, and grabbing all forsaken drinks she saw to chug them, at least, the ones that hadn’t still not been spilled.
I left the marquees, staggering but trying to walk more or less straight. Cop’s vans were arriving, my friend was next her car, backed up to another, trying to focus the lock to insert her key, and be sure it was at least a 20cm diameter circle she was drawing in the air around it.
Once in the car, I saw cops carrying people full of blood with obviously broken arm or leg, blue lights were blinking everywhere around us, my friend press the pedal and left carpark like a fury. Cops were too busy to take care of us, but we nearly hit an ambulance that was coming to the rescue.
All the long of the main road, my friend was grumbling: “I just wanted to get drunk, those stupid guys had just rotted my night…”. Her car was crossing lane to lane and she went to the right only when she sees blue lights coming in front.
On the way back, she made a detour, to stop in front a gas station, obviously she wasn’t the only one to have the idea, there were already few cars in front and several others were arriving. At kilometers around it was the only place where you could buy alcohol at such a late hour.
She commanded me to enter and buy a bottle for me and a bottle of vodka for her. I was very drunk and I was nervous because my friend was in a very bad mood and I was afraid that the seller refused to serve me.
Fortunately for me, once inside I saw a group of drunk girls who were partying and putting a mess in the shop, the seller was overwhelmed and was serving everyone as quick as possible just to not see his shop get devastated. So, I just pick bottles in the rack and ran out without paying (and I wasn’t the only one).
Back at the car, I saw my friend with her head on the steering wheel, I opened her door, she had vomit all over her. “Are you OK” asked I, “no, I’m sick” she told. And before I could say anything more, she said “it’s because of the beer, they served expired beers…” and before to finish her sentence, she bent forward to throw up and if she hadn’t the security belt to maintain her, she would felt on the floor.
Half hanged out of the car, she stammered out “gimme the bottle”, I pushed her back in her seat and louder, she said “gimme the bottle…” I asked again “Are you OK?”. In a rage, she teared the vodka bottle off my hand, remove the cap, grab my top and abruptly pulled it down with so much violence that I felt on my knee in her vomit, breast in the air with her pushing my top on my belly, she starts to howl against me “You think, I’m drunk? That’s right? You think I’m drunk? I’m just sick, ok?”. I was terrified, but she continues “Look at me! I SAID, LOOK AT ME!”
While holding me on my knee, she puts the bottle to her lips and start to chug it, she was trying to look at me in the eyes, but her eyes were rolling more and more, they became really red, and glassy just as if her soul was leaving her body while she was drinking. Her screams had focus of people around on us, she was swallowing slower and slower until her body react, and bottle still pressed on her mouth, she stopped drinking to not vomit and start to swallow fast just after, I wasn’t able to prevent me to watch her eyes, she was like a baby who’s falling asleep while suck her bottle. Teens around us were laughing, but I didn’t care of them, she was just awesome.
Once, she removed the bottle from her lips, she several times prevent her to vomit, I saw her mouth get full and swallow it again and again, to finally mutter “you see, I’m not drunk”. Just after that, her eyes totally rolled back, her eyelids get closed, and she start to fall again. I was pushing her when I noticed that her bottle was slipping out of her hand, I tried to catch it up on the flight but there was still my bottle in my hand and the clinking of the two bottles wake her up and the catch the bottle that was falling in her direction.
She opened her eyes, and told “mmm, yes… cheers…”, she tried to put the bottle to her lips at new, but her head was spinning, she had the mouth open, tongue on the bottom lip, drawing eights in the air with the bottle, unable to make it reach her mouth.
Finally, she pressed the bottle under her shoulder, put her mouth on it, and once done, raised the bottle to drink some sips. “Climb on” she said, “I told you I was not drunk”. I joined my seat, she closed her door, and looked all around her as if she was sawing a car for the first time, touching the steering wheel, tapping the gear lever, searching how to use them, she finally pushed the pedal and we left the carpark, crossed the two lines of the street and hit a tree.
She stays like that, with her void eyes, watching in front her, her engine was howling its suffering, teens at gas station were applauding her. And it’s only after several seconds that she drops a “oh, shit…”. She put the reverse gear, crossed at new the two lanes, people who had start to coming to us had just the time to jump away to not be crushed. She breaks, just before to hit a gas pump and we ran away.
She drove crossing lane to lane, several times leaving the road, missing turns, bouncing on borders… Arrived to the bridge, she would missed it if I hadn’t grab the wheel, she was driving right to the river. “What are you doing?” asked her, “I need to pee”, I told, and she said “me too”.
She stopped the car as well as the middle of the bridge that at the middle of the road, athwart the lanes. I put the bottles on the car floor, get out and crouch to pee when I heard her door open and my friend falling on the road, once I had finished, I got up, but I had real loss of balance, it was strange, my mind was clear, but it was hard to control my body, went around the car and I saw her, face and knee on the road but the feet still inside the car, ass up as she was crawling, trying with one hand to pull up her dress while pee was following the long of her legs.
Once she had finished, I helped her as I could to climb on her seat, closed her door, I was joining my side when I heard a car breaking as hell when I watched, I saw the other car arriving at full speed, and avoiding us so closed that even now I think it was a ghost car that crossed over our one.
I received an adrenalin shock so powerful that I emit a scream of orgasm! I sat in the car, my cheeks were flushing hot, all my body was shacking, my pussy was so wet that I could feel my love juice running all along my legs.
My friend told me “Had you saw that asshole?”, “yes” told I breathless “yes”. And my friend continues: “I want to get drunk… do you think bars in town are still open?”, with haste I replied “useless, we have to drink!” I gave her her bottle, opened mine and start chugging with the same force she did at gas station while I put two fingers in my vagina and roll my clitoris with my thumb.
My friend was sit, almost passed out, bottle in the hand, some vodka was drooling out of her mouth, and I beg her to drive, but she didn’t react, I was masturbating hard and didn’t care she notices it, so I yelled “DRIVE!, Drive us now… please…” I was enjoying self-abuse but I was the border of the tears, “ok, ok…” she said, she turned on the engine and drove as she could, her driving was worst again.
Her head was falling down, I entreated her “faster, please, faster…” and she did. Each time I was telling “faster”, she was moving up her head and try to open her eyes. It was an awesome pleasure to see road lights flashing quickly in the car and my friend, swaying in her seat, crossing lanes each time she was trying to drink, and each time she was able to put bottle to her mouth after one or two swallows, she had to manage to recover the control of her car.
I was just thinking to my own pleasure, masturbating, drinking and asking her to drink and drive faster. Until she said “my bottle is empty…”. I was so near of the greatest orgasm of all my life, that I couldn’t let it end like that. “I let us beers” I cheered, I opened one and put it in her hand. At the moment I was sitting back and inserting fingers my vagina at new, I saw a truck just in front us, and very very closed.
My friend avoids it so close that the mirror on my side had been wrenched. I was on the point to have the second adrenaline shock when I saw a car just in front of us, other driver turned violently to not hit us and we passed just between truck and other car. Adrenalin shock was so high, that all my body bend as if it was possessed by a daemon.
It was a really high orgasm, and terrifying by the same time because, I stopped to breath and I think even my heart stopped to beat during a long moment. When I finally felt down on my seat, I was crying, breathing by intermittence, my masturbation was anarchic, fingers were only moving by shacking of my hand and arm.
It was really insane, I was just in another world, when my mind finally came back, I had half slipped from the seat, unable to move, bottle had left my hand, it was my turn to feel my eyes rolling, I tried to look at my friend, she was now lean forward, head put up the steering wheel, the hand with the can on the dashboard to make it slip to her mouth.
I slowly passed out like that, just watching at flashing road lights. I don’t know what happened after, I just know we woke up in the basement floor of her chalet on the afternoon, the day after. When my friend saw her car, she asked me what happened and I just told her, “You had drunk expired beer, so you got sick” …
Sorry for this long anecdote, but to understand me, you should know that this moment had been graved for ever in my brain, and what I’ll try to reach later when I’ll drive by myself.
And that drive us when I was 15... Every Thursday, my parents were out to get dance lessons, they only come back home after midnight, and as a wise girl I was supposed to be in bed when they'll be back...
We were in a village, so impossible to do a single thing without everybody knew it so I was stucked at home
That’s why, the best plan was to buy (or steal) a bottle of liquor in the store near school, hide it in my schoolbag; and at the evening as soon my parents had left, drinking and masturbate while watching my father's VHS
As I had to make the bottle disappear for the next day and I refused to waste booze by throwing a not empty bottle, I forced me to drank it all each Thursday
A full bottle in less than 4 hours at 15 y.o., you can bet I was drunk; sometime so drunk that was I was unable to rewind VHS, before trying to hide it in my father's secret place. I also started to regularly smoke pots at this time and take other drugs, it was the end of New Beat movement, and it was really easy and cheap to find Acid everywhere.
In my memories, I threw up three times, first one I had to run to the garden, second time I was in toilets, and third times my parents were already at home and threw up from my bedroom window.
I was used to insert in me all what I could find to masturbate while watching my father's VHS, and yes, sometimes the vegetables that will be served for dinner the next day...
We had a young golden retriever, and it was at this time my best friend... It was young and very hot... and me I was young too, very drunk, and needing sex... So; I let it fuck me every Thursday as soon I was drunk and high.
The first time it happened, I was ashamed and a few angry against it. But to be honest, it was all my fault; I got phone call to a friend asking to come in my house to fuck me, but my friend wasn't able to come home and by rage, I put me in position to get fucked by the dog and it began a ritual...
When I've been 18, I left home to go university. we have here small appartements rent to students. We call them ‘kot’, I don't know if you have such things in Germany. Some are located near or in party places for students.
Mine was just outside, one of the greatest party places of all Europe, the ‘Carré’! I'm not kidding, 80 bars in a small neighborhood of 5 street as an "H". Very great place, it was never closed, 24/7, all year.
My parents were worried to let me alone in such a bad place, so I request for them a big dog, a dalmatian, to protect me. If they only knew... As soon I woke up, I rush in the place to drink until I got trashed, I passed out so many times, that guys had to carry me until my kot.
Sometimes I woke up in the middle of the day, sometimes in the middle of the night, but each time, first thing I did was to go drinking. It didn’t take long for me to get hired in a bar, during my shift, all what I could rink was free, and when I wasn’t working, all drinks were at half price in the all Carré for workers.
As, with that rhythm, I was on the point ruin my studies, after the first year, I asked to the President of the university to change my studies from medicine to nursery but let me pass, and he did.
I've been very lucky to success my studies, I cheated as hell, and had lots of boys to fill exams for me event if I was not present. To pass oral exams, I dealt with a girl to pass them for me in exchange of her bar debt.
This how I received my first diplomas, but a nurse wasn't something good enough for my father who asked me to get another study, I started lawyer studies, with the same life...
I finished my studies, and just after, as everybody was knowing me, and I was good in my job, I’ve been promoted as bar leader of a new bar. I was used to have sex daily with several men, some used condom, some didn't, and the reason why I had requested a dog from my parent, was that I learned that dog sperm is the best contraceptive ever.
At this time a bartender was just overpaid, I worked one night on two for a full wage and I earned more than my father. So, one night I was drinking for work, the night after I was drinking for fun
To give you an idea, I never earn less than 400€ for a night of work, and I had records over 2’500€ for a single night, it was not often, but it happened.
it was a great life, until one day I had an opportunity to get my own bar, I was 28, I had the money to do it alone, I had the conduce of booze providers, I had the experience, I had my crew, a large list of customers… But laws were strict here, if you want to do such an activity, you need the signs of two other people as ‘partner.’
It was natural for me to do it with family in place of strangers, so I talked about it to my father, my parents didn’t know what kind of life I had, but he refused... In place, he called one of his friends and got me a job in a hospital. My father is not this kind of guys you can refuse something, even me, I had no choice, I just had to leave all what I had built because even if I was a hard drinker, I was a hard worker too…
At this moment, I didn't know the chance it was going to be. The first day I came to sign my contract employees were on strike, I just signed the form, and they asked me to come back the day after.
The next day I arrived at work, some were already knowing me, I had served them several times, but they gave me nothing to do. I just stay there without nothing to do, and it was the same the following days...
So, as I was receiving, my wage, I said nothing, just used the money to party, and some night work again in bars. I just had to be on time to validate the machine for my schedules at "arriving”, and "leaving".
in fact, I was just rushing out the bar, driving as I could to hospital, validate two times per day and drinking and passing out the rest of the time.
As doctors didn't knew me when they received a form to validate my job, they just put me a 10 in each case.
The days I wasn't wasted I came to hospital to go to coffee corner, laughing with colleagues, hiring news, talking about people I had never saw, and for sure stealing drugs.
you cannot imagine how many drugs I stole, so many hard drugs that I had no memories of what I did during three complete months.
It happened to me several times to be so wasted that I was literally crawling to get out of my car to validate the schedules
Other times I was staggering so much that I was hanging the walls to walk and I wasn't able to focus the machine to validate.
On day, I was wasted as hell, when I heard somebody coming in the stairs, I hide myself behind a door and wait the people just stopped to talk in the entrance of the hall, I was high as hell, trying to make no noise and I peed on me, they noticed nothing. I was so proud to not had been caught that the days after, I arrived again higher and drunker.
I remember a day, once I had validated my schedules, I climbed in my car and wasn't able to pass the back rear, I hit the wall in front of me several times before be able to leave carpark
But as every good thing must end, I started to notice that I had took some weight, I didn't care about it in the first times. The time I realized I was pregnant and the time I planned an appointment with a doctor, I was 6 months pregnant.
Impossible to hide it, but I was sure that I could do it, so as I had been stupid enough to go to the hospital where I was supposed to work for the exam, the direction knew I was pregnant
And they search somebody to replace me during the pregnancy, and by searching they realized I never worked, so, to not have problem with administration, they just ask me to never come back to hospital again and pay me during 6 more months.
And this is how my son birth, with me unable to not partying, because I was cut off my drug supplying job. Following years, I just try to keep jobs as long as possible before getting fired because I arrived wasted at work too many times, or because I passed out at work (I have so much fun stories about those times).
So, first job I found was in another hospital, as medical secretaries, I worked alone in a small office in the basement, without window, it was really a shitty job, but still in hospital, so by night, I enter in rooms to steal drugs, and as I was alone, nobody could see me drinking.
I had an “agreement” with the guard of the carpark, he gave me a park place out of the camera view, so nobody could see me staggering getting out or in the hospital, he could fuck me as often he wants. Very often, I just left party to join my office, totally drunk and high.
I remember one night, I was so trashed, that I felt in a bedroom and woke up the patient, I had entered in to steal his painkillers. It was a teen, 15 y.o., may be, and he told me that if I refused to suck him, he will denounce me and I will lose my job, so I did, this night and other nights.
He was on the third floor, after a long corridor, trashed as I was, it was a real challenge to join him without get caught, and for sure, that encouraged me to do it as trashed as possible without get caught. Sometimes so high that I lost my way or enter in wrong room. For him, I was used to be naked under my nurse blouse, a flask of booze in each pocket, as soon in his room, I pulled on it to expose my body, so the time I was in the wrong room, I just get out, and stagger in corridors as nearly nude, drinking deeply from flask just to be sure to be too drunk to be able to hide myself in corner if I could cross somebody in corridors.
All day long, the teen was requesting painkillers to nurses, but he didn’t take it, he kept them for me, once in his room, I took the caps and gulp them with some booze before to suck him. All along the blowjob, I could feel the drugs striking me slowly but surely. Best days were the one after my days off, because, he has caps of three or four days, I was already full of drugs because I spent all days off in clubs, and his very strong painkiller put me out of outer space.
When I left his room, I had to put my face and my body along the wall the be able to walk, worst part was to reach the elevator because it was at the other side of the corridor, I was so high that it happened to me to turn several times around the same corridor, following the central islet wall, without noticing I was passing in front the elevator.
One night I was that trashed, I was following the wall, as usual, and for sure the doors in it. When one door opened under my pression, I violently felt on the floor, but I was too high to feel anything, it was the pharmacy door; a doctor had forgot to lock it.
For me it was just if someone had put a big neon sign “Welcome to wonderland”, but I was trashed and I knew I just had few times before somebody comes, so first, I chugged a box of drugs supposed to make me feel better and as I need to be clear as soon as possible, I really took a lot. My body was contorting, my hands shaking, my face sweating as it was raining, my eyes were so great open that I could feel my eyelids hurt.
I put as many drugs as I could in a basket and ran away, the world all around me was getting distorted and waving, my legs were barely able to carry me, I knew that overdose was very near, but I had to save the drugs. I was obsessed by the beating of my heart in my ears, so loud, so strong, so fast; my heart was beating so loudly that each beat was interrupting my breath, I was breathing by dots and was out of air.
Once in basement I’ve been happy to see the door to garage; but once in garage, I saw three people talking, I just had time to hide behind a van. I don’t know how many time the people had talked but it seems an eternity for me, a kind a loud grave noise started to smashed my brain, I couldn’t hear people anymore, just this noise and my heart beats.
As my blouse was open, I was pressing and turning my nipples to not passing out; twisting my nipples is something I often do when I drive dead drunk to keep me awake, but this time, I was so drugged that however I could twist them, I didn’t feel it.
When I finally decide to risk an eye, the people were gone, but my legs didn’t able to carry me anymore, so I crawled on the floor, pushing the basket in front of me. I could feel the near coming death, but when I saw my car, I started to laugh, and I feel my pussy wetting, each push in the basket was if a guy was penetrating me; my body was convulsing on the floor, my mouth was overflowing of drool and I was having so many and so strong orgasms that it became nearly impossible to moving forward.
Once in front of my car, I miraculously had been able to open it, put the basket in it and climb in it. Each movement was giving me absolute orgasms; I even closed the door, laid on the back seat I start to masturbate emitting loud orgasmic yells.
I woke up the next day, still in my car, but the door was closed, and the car covered of a tarpaulin, my yells had attracted the guard so he fucked me, he told me that I had wet so much that his trousers had been sodden until below the knee. After he covered my car to nobody see me.
This adventure gave me so much pleasure, that I spent night on chat forums to find men, that would be agree to make live it at news, and as long it left me those drugs, I made them join me in my house to fuck me especially if they could come with friends.
All long my son was a baby, I didn't care of getting drunk or high in front him, even not to get sex in front him because I thought he will not remember. I was sure that one day, I'll be able to stop all and have a normal life, but it was so fun to play with his innocence.
For example, when he was 3 y.o., I was used to take with me in bars all night long, and to ask him if I looked drunk, if I could have so more drinks, if he would be a great boy enough to help me to walk, to insert key in ignition's car, and even after had left bar when I was driving us home, slaloming on the road and still asking if he thinks I could drink again or take some drugs...
Once I had been fired from second hospital because of my “alcoholism”, I became delivery woman for a spirits trader. As you can imagine, with so many bottles near me, I couldn’t resist to drink some while working, until one day, I arrived at a customer’s home and I was too drunk to get out of the van, so I got fired again.
By the way, it was a funny life, until one morning, my son was 5 or 6, and he started to talk to me about what happened with the men past night.
So i decided to never get men at home anymore, and I started to go to sexclubs, and except by accident, he never saw me got fucked anymore.
We were still living in my apartment near the party place (the Carré), it was a little place, and I realized that if I wanted to still have fun, I will need to have my private rooms.
During all previous years, he saw me coming back home in the early morning, totally trashed, clothed as a bitch, when I wasn't half nude or totally naked, sometimes covered of sperm or pee, begging him to serve me one last drink or to help me to have some lines.
But it was time to leave town. When my grand mother died, I received a very big amount of money, and I used it to buy an old big farm. For sure it was for my son happiness, but also for my perversions, a big garden will allow me to have several big dogs with big dicks.
My life starts to get hard at this moment, I was addict to several things and unable to keep a job, farm costed a lot to heat and manage, I spent each night in clubs, coming back crawling drunk and high to drive my son to school. I was unable to stay sober a single second; some days, when I was waking up, I even not get up, I just grab a bottle of hard liquor and chug it to pass out immediately. I was really losing the sense of reality.
To give you an example, one morning, I came back home, trashed as usual, half naked, and over drugged, my son helped me to enter, and I wasn’t there for more than 5 minutes than bell door rang; it was cops with bailiffs, I was sitting at dining room table, and during bailiffs were inventorying what I own, my son was serving me full glass of vodka that I was trying to chug. Nearly unable to grab the glass or to stay straight, my legs were great open to not fall out of my chair. My dog comes to lick my juicy pussy full of the sperm of the men who had fucked me all night long. I hadn’t pushed it, that made me smiled. Bailiffs put papers in front of me and get out, they were still in the hall in front entrance door that I let felt on the floor to suck the dog, when my son came back after had put guys outdoor, I just order him to give me some more caps and to help me to drink. I was really on the point to lose everything and I didn’t care about.
I was strangled by several credits, I was spending all my money in booze, drugs and toys for my son, wrecking cars after cars; my only goal was to go deeper in drugs and alcohol, playing with overdoses and dangerous practices to have fun. I was so addict that I had to put vodka in wine to not get sick.
My son was now 7 and me 38, and wanted to have horse riding lessons, so I paid it for him, but I ran out of money, so I became drug dealer, but I had to sell a lot to finance my own consumption. Fortunately, I knew lots of people. Night after night, I ran from club to club, to sell my goods and received drinks in exchange of sex. Getting always deeper in my fantasies.
As my son has his horse riding lessons on Sunday afternoon, I just manage to arrive at home around noon, to drive him there. I was white as a skull, covered of sweat, my body was shaking, my eyes rolling, I was unable to speak.
As soon we arrived, I was passing out in my seat and my son woke me up once lesson was over. Until one evening, there was a party in the bar of the ranch, so I let my son played with his friends, but I couldn’t join him because I was clothed as a bitch, so I start to walk around, bottle in the hand, when I saw a horse with a very big erection.
Sawing it bang in my head as a revelation, I really wanted to make it cum. I entered in the box, start to touch his dick, and slowly put it to my mouth, smell was strong, but I really wanted to do it. I started to suck it, its penis was so big, that aroused me so much. When… I heard my son calling after me… He found me and I let the dick in order he doesn’t see me. As I wanted to stay alone with the horse, I gave money to my son and ask him to me a tray of beers (it’s also called a meter of beers here, it’s 10 beers plus a free one).
He left me, but came too soon, I could feel the horse had pleasure in my hands and mouth, so, as soon my son had been there, I grab the beers and chug them in a row, as soon that all were drank, I order another tray. Horse erection had disappeared, so I had to make it hard again. Horse and me were having lots of pleasure when my son came back, as previous time I chugged all the beers, but I had to throw up two times to do it and order another tray.
This time erection was still there, so I continued my blowjob, I was very drunk, and I could feel that the horse was on the point to come in my mouth when my son arrived with the tray. I was still half naked, crouch in the straw, and my son had to put goblets in my hand, once again, I chugged them all, but this time while vomiting and peeing on me. Once all the beers had been over, I felt on face, in my vomit and pee, just lift my head after few minutes to order another tray.
I hand to grab the horse leg to be able to catch his dick, drunk as I was, I knew it was my last chance, so I gave all what I could, pushing his dick as deep as I could in my throat. Each time the horse was giving a boost, my claws were on the point to dislocate, but I didn’t care. I could feel the leg of the shaking, it was on the point to cumming when I heard my son arriving, I couldn’t stop at this moment. When my son entered in the box, I was laid on my back, face and breast covered of horse sperm, coughing large amount of semen.
I made me roll on my face, crawl to my son and tried to act as natural… This time, I slowly drank the beers, proud of me, felling cum rolling on me and alcohol climbing in my head. My son had to help me to drink last beers, after, I crawled to my car, trying to avoid people with the help of my son who was guiding me. Once in the car, after some lines of cocaine, I drove us back home, smiling all the way, because I knew that I now have new fantasy and new challenge.
In a certain point of view, this experience saved me, by giving me new challenges it allows me other pleasures than only drugs. Since this moment, I started to manage my drunkenness each time there was a party at ranch.
After that, I had sex with several animals: lamas, camels, donkeys, pigs, goats, bulls… I joined bestiality channel to find new challenges and new things to try, but if at the beginning, I was wise and just performed it sloppy drunk to not get hurt, with the time, my old habits came back, and I started to do it more and more drugged.
My need of danger was higher and higher, one night that I was drunk and searching on the web for new things to do, a guy told me he was the master of a hunting lodge and he wanted to see me fucked by his pack of dogs. I jumped in my car and drove at full speed crossing the half of the country to meet him. I drank all ways long to get totally drunk and took many caps. I was pretty high when I arrived, the guy was drunk by himself but not as me.
So, I pushed him to drink during I was fucked by dogs, as I was often taking cocaine, I asked him to take some and he did; high and drunk, he sit on a tree stump and I sucked him during his dogs were fucking me. I ordered him to make me drink, and when bottle was over, he was staggering into his house to bring another one.
I sucked him in all possible way to help him to stay hard, I made it take large amount of cocaine until he was so drunk that he couldn’t get it up anymore. It was the morning, dogs were tired and the guy unable to satisfy me anymore, but I wanted more pleasure. When we left the dogs ‘park, we crossed his main room and I saw the riffles on the wall, I asked him to take one and to fire in my direction, the guy was very drunk, but also high on coke so he accepted.
We get out, he was staggering and had great difficulties to charge his riffle, he started to shoot, I was nude in front of a wall, staggering myself, bottle in one hand and the other hand playing with my clit. I could see him trying to keep balance, his rolling eye was attempting to focus me to shoot. First bullets were really away from me, and I ordered him to shoot closer, once I could feel the wind of the bullets, I insert bottle in my pussy and start to masturbate with bottle.
As he could see it was pleasing me, he continued to shoot, I was masturbating with bottle, just removing it to drink, it was a Jack Daniel’s one, and I remember that so many dog sperm had dropped in it that Whisky became slimy. We were both drunk and staggering, I really wanted to feel the wind of each bullet and he did his best honor me. Sometimes, shards of the wall were projected in my back, it hurt, but it was good.
Until one bullet came so near to me that on my neck fell its wind but also its heat, it made my skin vibrating, my vagina immediately contracts and I felt on my knee, incredible orgasm, I laid on my back empty bottle contain in my vagina while masturbating.
Once I had finished, I was trashed, I joined my car and drove back home, on the way, I felt that my neck was hurting a bit, I looked at it in mirror and saw it was red, seems bullet was very closed, that aroused me, I stopped the car in the wood and masturbated at new.
Few weeks after that, I was buying my own gun to masturbate with. It’s one of my best sextoys, I love to feel its weight in me; I use it very often when I’m trashed. In my bedroom there is a hole in the roof and another in the wardrobe, because two times I had been so trashed while trying to use it that it shoted. But it doesn’t prevent me to use it this way, quite the contrary.
I really like sextoys, I have many of them, most of the time, I bought them when I was drunk, after club, but if I’m also high, I can buy very terrific or strange things. But I will talk about it to you later.
My research in bestiality ends after an experience with a monkey; my financial situation was shittiest than ever, I was so poor that I had to stop to club, even selling drugs was enough billable for me, and to keep me drunk 24/7 I was doing vodka enemas.
One morning, one friend who I hadn’t saw for several years contacted me on MSN, she was a girl I met when I was working in bars, and as with lots of them, we stay stayed virtual friends. I talked about my situation, and she proposed me her help; she was now living in France, in the Puit De Dôme, in a very quiet place, in a big house, she was rich and had to go for few weeks in South America.
So, if I was agreed, I just had to come to her house, and keep her chimpanzee for few weeks, she will leave for me 2’500€ in an envelope, I immediately accept. And two days later, I was on the road with my son, I was trying to manage with my need of alcohol on the way to not arrive drunk, when my friend called me to tell me that she had to move earlier and she will not be at home when I’ll arrived. She was pleased that I was on the way, but will not be able to take news of me before two days…
For an alcoholic as me, that just mean: “stop immediately, buy booze and get drunk immediately”, and that what I did. I was slaloming as much on the road that I only arrived during night, monkey was there and happy to see a human, it seems it hasn’t the habit to stay alone.
There no other house kilometers around, first supermarket was at 10km away, and for sure no clubs, no nightclubs and no sexclubs. Next day we went to supermarket to buy booze, fridge was already full of food, as drugs, I just had the caps I had took with me, and to be honest, it was all what left me.
We just arrived back at house when my friend called, she was happy that I liked her house and we exchanged kissing bye bye. My son plugged his playstation to TV, and I drank bottles after bottles, when I was too drunk my son was helping me to fill my glasses and when I was drunker, he was putting a straw in the glass to help me to drink until I pass out.
Alcohol is one thing, but sex is another, and I was needing it as hell, on the third afternoon, I was on couch, half asleep with a glass of rum in the hand, when I felt the monkey’s finger petting my pussy, slowly I opened the legs, I didn’t know how it will react, it smelled its finger, tasted it, and put its hand to its sex, it was getting hard, slowly I made me slip on the couch to offer myself to him.
Monkeys are stupid! It ran away, played a bit, came back to me and offered to me its stuffed toy… Sometimes coming to my pussy, smell it, even lick it and ran away at new! I was on the point to explode, my vagina was pumping the air, and this stupid animal was rolling of the floor, licking his hard dick.
I called my son, asked him to bring me a dido and go out to play. I don’t if it’s the pink color, the smell of my pussy or the sound of the vibrator, but the monkey got really interested. He watched me getting the dildo in and out, and started to touch it.
He wanted to play with it, but I refused, that made it angry, he put his hand on mine at followed my movements. After a moment, as my glass was empty, I rolled on the side to grab the bottle, and the monkey took place behind me, his hard dick against my ass, I could feel it trying to understand how it works.
Monkeys have a small penis, but that it’s ok, some men too, but it was a very short action, max 5 minutes, total deception, I never had been so much frustrated. I filled my glass, roll back on the couch and start to drink it when the monkey came back, and this time it was clear that it wanted to fuck.
It fucked me so many times in a row that I finally took pleasure, problems started when my son came back home, monkey refused to stop and it has so many strengths that I couldn’t push it. My son saw us and I was totally ashamed, my son just said: “don’t worry, it’s holidays for everybody, do you want a drink?” BEST SON EVER!
We continue like that, days after days, me drinking until my son had to help me to drink, and the monkey fucking me. At the end of the first week, we had to go to supermarket at new; the week had been fun, but I still needed to get high and I had to count the few drugs I had. On the way to supermarket, we crossed a pharmacy, I stopped, looked at my son, and got and idea. We entered in the pharmacy and I told that I was the responsible of a summer camp and all children had got a cold a cold, so I needed large amount of sirup against the cough. The woman watched at my son and asked, all of this age? If I had answer yes, she would sell me somethings for kids, so I said, no, all teens, 15 y.o., this one is with me because he’s too young to stay alone. And she trusted me, 10 bottles of syrup and I could come back the next week if I need more. Be sure I will...
As soon in car I chugged the first bottle, it was very good product, I got really high; in supermarket, I was high, understanding nothing, I passed a lot of time in the household products alley to find the stain remover that will smash my brain. I also bought air dusters, expresso machine cleaner and all what I could, provided that will make me high.
Once in front of the cashier, I was too trashed to compose the PIN code of my card, so my son did it for me. Everybody was looking at me, but I didn’t care, I will never see them again. Once in the car, during my son was tiding up the purchases, behind my wheel, I was sniffing the stain remover. Next stop was the gas station. I tried to get out of my car, but I felt on the floor, so my son, once again helped me to get in the car, took my credit card and filled the tank.
During this time, I was sniffing stain remover at new. Once back in the car, he tended me a bottle of water, strange I think he never saw me drinking water in all his life. But he said: “it’s not water, Mummy, it’s gasoline, I know you like to drink some sometimes…” He was so cute that I couldn’t resist and immediately took some sips.
After that my driving was terrible, I was trying to manage with my impulses, I was very excited, but as soon that I was realizing I was driving too fast, I was slowing down, it was already hard enough to follow the road and I was crossing it lane to lane.
My son insisted for I drink more gasoline, but I refused, but he had good arguments (I like it, there is nobody on this road, it makes a long time…) I slowed down the car and I drank gasoline again. During I was drinking, I missed a turn and my car hit a rock, I was driving so slowly that even high I should had seen it, but I was VERY high.
I put the reverse gear but I hit a hit a tree behind me, my had felt on the steering wheel, my son opened the stain remover bottle and put it just under my nose, we stayed like that a long moment. I was trashed and very horny, I even not noticed when my son left the car to go in trunk and pick an airduster can.
I turned on the engine and continue to drive us when my son put the stick of the airduster in my mouth and start to press on button each time I was breathing in. I was already high, unable to focus on the road, vision blurred by color patches and spot of light, but with that, I was also hallucinating.
I was aroused as hell, barely able to stay conscious, when my son told me: “we’re nearly arrived, chug this!”, I was so high that even recognized a syrup bottle, he had to repeat me several times that I had to drink it before I understood.
When arrived at my friend’s house, I was so destroyed than even crawling was a challenge. I wasn’t still entered in the house that the jump ran to me, this little guy wanted to fuck too, and it was a good idea because I really needed it. My son helped me to join the couch, put down my panties and let the monkey do.
I stayed as trashed the all week, raped several times per day by the monkey. It did take that I was awake or not, it was just a game for him. So, at the end of the week, I was still totally wasted when I run out of products.
