The difference between someone sleeping and someone passed-out is very interesting.  Someone sleeping is at a similar sense of unawareness, however if you pick their arm up and drop it they’re most likely going to wake up or at least get stirred enough that they rouse themselves from sleep slowly.  Someone who has passed-out is not going to wake up just because you tap their cheek, shake them or pick up and then drop one of their limbs.  Similarly, someone who is passed-out is not going to wake up if you remove their clothes and begin to touch them.  

The way someone’s body is so limp when they’re passed out is incredible.  You can move them around and position them anyway you want.  They’re like a human doll you can play with and do with as you please, the only downside being the same as the upside, there is nothing that is going to hold them in place or provide any resistance.  

My ex wife used to get black out drunk on occasion.  These instances weren’t prevalent, but they did happen from time to time, as much as yearly but sometimes every two or three years.  In one sense they were annoying as fuck because I’d have to carry her in from the car even though she was still somewhat lucid but completely fucked up.

“My legs don’t work, just carry me,” she would drawl in that wonderfully cartoonish drunken voice.  There was no hard enunciation or volume consistency, with the last part of the sentence often trailing to slurred speech.

I couldn’t carry her, of course.  I’m not a strong person that could lift a woman out of a car, carry her forty or fifty feet, open a door, carry her another 50 feet, open another door and then carry her up a flight of stairs before opening one more door and laying her on the bed.  So, I would attempt to aid her drunken stumble into the house and to our bedroom.  She would fall and collapse and lean hard in one direction and I’d drop to catch her and pull her back up as her entire lower half went limp.  By the time we made it to the bed she would fall at the end of it with her clothes on and it would be up to me to maneuver her into place.

This is the point where she would be passed out.  Where I would be left to undress her and pull the blankets over her.  As I’d pull her top over her head or her pants down her legs I’d notice how pliable she was.  I could move her anyway I wanted and there was no resistance.  When I pulled her panties down she didn’t flinch or turn away, and when I unhooked her bra and rolled her onto her stomach she didn’t cover them or pull a blanket up to hide herself.  It got me thinking what else she wouldn’t do that she would normally do if lucid.

I didn’t do a lot, although sitting here now typing this I wish I had.  If I could go back and have one more experience like that I would have stripped her naked and spread her legs.  I would have tasted her drunken pussy and then slipped my cock inside of her and fucked her until I filled her with cum, then rolled over and went to sleep while she laid splayed out dripping my ejaculate.  That’s what the perverted part of me thinks anyways, the part that has no consequences.

What did I do?  I often groped her body freely, as she was often less than giving in allowing me to do so when she could resist.  I would rub her breasts and pull at her nipples until they were hard, then begin sucking on them.  It’s unfortunate  that she never got that drunk when she was nursing because I’ve developed a wickedly deep fetish for adult breastfeeding and I may have spent an hour suckling milk from her while masturbating.

I had also played with her pussy.  I would finger her and rub her clit.  She would get really wet, or was already wet, I’m not really sure as to whether a woman was naturally wet when she was drunk or if just playing with her pussy enough would get her so wet even if she were passed-out.  Eventually my fingers would find their way to her backside and between her ass cheeks and I would finger her ass using her pussy wetness as lube.

I would use my index finger and press it against her tight hole and run it in circles over and over again as I applied a minor amount of pressure.  The last thing I wanted to do was jam my finger up her ass and wake her up because it hurt so bad.  It was a slow process and I was going to take my time.  My finger would make its way to the first knuckle before I introduced a second finger and they would both continue the circular motion before pushing to the second knuckle.  I usually stopped at three fingers, thinking it was much thicker than the average male penis and I didn’t know what kind of pressure it was putting on her.  

After comfortably sliding my three fingers into her tight asshole I pushed them deeper and began slowly fucking her ass with them.  I thought about sliding in a fourth, and I even thought about fisting her asshole while she was asleep.  The thought ran over me as I pushed in further, it almost felt easy at one point and I wondered how easy it would be to ball my first up inside her ass and fuck her while pumping my wrist in and out of her as she lay drunk, face down on the bed.  

One of the biggest things that made me not go through with it was the idea of her waking up and her asshole hurting so bad that she couldn’t sit down.  She would know I had done something and whether I said she asked for it or not, or whether that was true or not, she would have said I should have known better and I would have been in a lot of trouble.  This was also the reason I didn’t slide my fingers out and replace them with my penis, even though the fingers were wider than my penis.  They may have been wider in one way but all around I think my penis would have been bigger and if she felt like her ass had been fucked while she was passed out I would have been in serious trouble.

It is, however, a big fantasy of mine for her to get so drunk at a party that she makes out with other men and eventually gets her ass fucked by one of them and has to live with the consequences the next day as their cock was huge and now her ass is on fire and she has to lay down on her stomach because it hurts too much to sit flat.  I highly doubt I could have done anything close to that kind of damage, but I would have loved to feel what it was like to stick it in just once until my hips laid flat against her cheeks and then pumped it in once or twice or fifty times.

I can’t imagine a woman who is passed out would give a very good blowjob so the thought of sliding my penis into her mouth had never crossed my mind.  The fantasy of doing so and having the inebriated woman suckling on it like a pacifier is appealing but it seems like it would only be a possibility in a fantasy world and she would likely wake up soon if she was conscious enough to suckle on something in her mouth.

The fantasy was always to have her become a drunken slut for cock, although it was always other men’s cocks.  She would get so drunk that she would make out with men at the bar and have them fuck her in their cars, then she would come stumbling home and pass out in bed where I would grope her and take their sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths or however many men took turns on her.  If I were feeling extraordinarily kinky I’d lick their cum from her pussy and then replace it with my own, or just jerk off over top of her and cum all over her body, her ass, her tits, her face, anywhere and then let it dry into her skin while their cum absorbed into her cunt and risked her getting pregnant by a stranger.  Reality never lived up to the fantasy, but it never made the fantasy any less fun.