StumblingFillies

  “Audrey, Sadie, are you ready for the Halloween Party?,” you called out as you entered the bedroom. “Yes, my preee,” the raven haired beauties slurred together. You stopped dead in your tracks. Before you, helping each other stand, where two mischievous witches, adorned in nothing but their tall, pointed hats and vibrant orange-striped tights. Tights that the two witches hadn't even pulled over their tight asses. On the liquor cart was an assortment of booze, pills, and weed.  "Uh, are you guys planning on actually wearing a costume to the party?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, despite your arousal.  Audrey let out a loud cackle, her eyes glazed over from a mixture of alcohol and drugs. "Whoo needs a cossume wenn yoo alrenny look thiss gooond?" she slurred, picking up a bottle of alcohol from the cart, opening and then drinking from it. Sadie meanwhile took a drag of a joint, before breaking free from Audrey and stumbled over to you, her eyes wid...

  “Yours is the bezz house inna neighborhood”, she slurred as she finished her fifth beer (some of which had missed her mouth and ran down her naked body). She let out a “burp”

  In the heart of the bustling Oktoberfest, amidst the lively music and laughter, a young woman named Roxy stood proudly, if unsteadily, in her traditional Bavarian dress, holding a frothy mug of beer high. The sun shone brightly, casting a golden hue over the festival grounds, where the scent of pretzels and sausages filled the air. Roxy’s vibrant smile and spirited demeanor captured the essence of the celebration, embodying the joy and camaraderie that brought people together from all corners of the world to revel in the age-old tradition. Roxy had forgotten how many mugs of beer she’d drank.  She took another sip to try to clear her head. Some of the sweet sticky golden beer spilled onto her chest. Looking down she finally noticed slurring aloud, “Shit, my tiss arr oud.  Wenn did thad happen? i muzz be zzrunker 'an titsy.” Still she made no effort to cover up, and instead finished her beer.

 Part 1 by Stanmaps:  Lost and Drunk in Paris Part 2 by me: LDP2 Into to Erica:  Erica Part 3 by me: Penny turned to her friends. “Arr wee gonna gow in?,” she asked. Betty looked at her wrist, “Less see iss. the timme is…'' she struggled to determine the time. “Beddy, yer nod warrin' a wash,” Nora helped her. “Oh yah,Ssangs” Betty told her, as she pulled out her cell phone. She was struggling to look at her phone for the time, when a slim, elegantly dressed woman approached them, her dress blowing in the wind. The three drunk tourists were too burnt to notice, but the long legend beauty was about as burnt as they.

  Your relationship with Cait was going great. Your childhood friend was a dream cum true. You’d not meet anyone like her. She drank like a fish, and smoked weed like a chimney. Other girls you'd met at college, they could get just as wasted, but they paid a steep price-they'd throw up or have miserable hangovers or gain weight. Not Cait. She got frisky, silly, uncoordinated, and the like, but even when she got totally plastered, unable to move or talk, she never threw up, never woke up miserable, never gained weight. She was a sex dinamo too. Of course it seemed sex helped to sober her up.  Today the two of you decided on a date. You wanted it to be at least somewhat normal-Mini golf-but you and Cait decided to make it a wasted girls lovers wet dream. You filled a flask with whiskey, and she put a bottle and lots of joints in her purse. Before you left, Cait had a couple of shots. In the car, she smoked her first joint.  By the time you reached the course, she was feel...