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Bachelorette Party

By: PrincessKoriandr



Disclaimer and Warning

THIS IS AN ADULT THEMED PARODY OF DC COMICS CHARACTERS!!!

This story contains sexually explicit material and situations between consenting adults. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, are under the age of 18, or it is illegal in your part of the world, PLEASE bypass this story for one more suited to you.

All the characters belong to DC Comics, a Time Warner Company. No Copyright infringement is intended. I just borrowed them so that they could have a sex life and to please some adoring fans out there. I have not received one red cent from writing this story and if you sue, all you'll get is two bad ass little girls. The only payment I wish is praise, criticism and some ideals for other stories.

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Authors Note.

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Well folk, this story has the typical Kenya trademarks of TMI (Too Much Information) and may come off as crass in some places and just down right graphic in others. Believe it or not, I was trying for Erotic Romance but ended up with something real close to Graphic Porn. Unfortunately, there aren't too many romantic ways to say, Dick, Cunt, Cock, Penis, Vagina and the all time favorite, Pussy. Who know…I may get desperate enough to write a Pornthesaurus. I'm running out of words to use here! So, if you faint at a strong word, if you haven't heard me talk before, or seen me loose my temper online, or if you haven't seen me rant, rave or cuss like a sailor on a Message Board, then I'd advise you AVOID, AVOID, AVOID!!! I tend to write the way I think and talk and, well, the story is first hand insight into the Princess of Tamaran and her dirty mouth. If it offends anyone, then sorry, I did warn ya. Because you didn't listen, now you got to suffer you're eyes burning.

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Thanks and Dedications

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This is a birthday present for Keith Kilburn!! The biggest Protector Fan in the world!! Happy Birthday Keith!!!

Big Shout Out to Volpone and Wonko for beta reading it and giving a sista mad advice.

This was supposed to be part of an Easter challenge between Keith Kilburn and I…last year. It didn't get started off like we wanted last year, but at least the story will get finished. I just find it ironic that this story will be finished for Easter, this year. I guess you can even consider this a belated…way belated Birthday present for Keith whose Birthday was on the 6th or February! Again…Happy Birthday Honey!!!

This story can also be considered Story Number One of the "FIC PUSH" Rachel and I have between us. We're both horrible procrastinators when it comes to writing and we figure that this is the only way we'll get off our lazy buttocks and finish all those half written Titans stories on our desktops and out and about on the net. Don't laugh…its actually working believe it or not and it was MY IDEA!!! Shocking huh? Also, not so shocking, Rachel was on time with hers and guess who was late? Guess I owe you a prize. Call me and well see how deep in my pocket you can get.

With that said, let my public humiliation commence!

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For those without a clue…

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Donna Troy is one of the Original members of the superhero group, the Teen Titans and Wonder Woman's little sister. (This can be debated seeing as how Donna's history/origin has been re-written more then both Wonder Woman and Superman. It's three times as confusing and equally stupid when put together!)

Jason Hart was the main character behind the Titan' s Drug Awareness Campaign books. Or rather, ended up being the main character when the George and Marv couldn't get the licensing and approval for Robin to be in the in the partially constructed books. A last minute change of hair color and costume and wa la! The Proctor was born!

Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran is the beautiful alien princess and the resident Titan's teammate; Starfire. Beautiful and passionate, Kory is a handful 95% of the time. Born to the Royal throne of Tamaran, Kory was destined to rule, but revenge would rob her of that right. Kory spent years as a Citadellian slave in order to save her planet from destruction, a destruction her older sister, Princess Komand'r, planed for what she claims was the "neglectful" treatment she received at the hands of her parents. The accusation was false of course, but Kory paid the price nonetheless. Eventually Kory escaped and crash-landed on earth where she met and became a member of the Teen Titans and eventually fell in love with its leader, Dick Grayson a.k.a. Robin.

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Sometimes you find just what you're looking for…

Donna and Kory's Uptown Manhattan Penthouse, 7:32 p.m.

"Take it off! Take it off! Hurry up and take it off!" came the shout from the lips of Donna Troy. She was standing in the living room, along with her former roommate and team members, watching one of the finest men she had ever seen dancing on her coffee table, teasing her with a glimpse of flesh as he slowly started stripping. She was trying her damnest to give him all her money.

And was having the time of her life.

In the corner Kory Anders, a.k.a. Starfire, Princess of Tamaran, and Karen Duncan, the married Star Labs Scientist and former Titan, Bumble Bee, were staring in amazement at Donna. They just couldn't believe what they were seeing. Kory thought her eyes was going bad an hour ago when she saw Donna place a twenty in the strippers G-String…the front of his G-String. As far as she could remember, she has never seen Donna so forward and brazen in her life. Smiling to herself, she thought it became the Amazon.

"Will you look at her go?" came the thought from Karen Duncan. She had decided that the only place an old married lady should be at a bachelorette party was near a corner, preferably by the bar, which is where she was. Safely out of sight and out of trouble. The only problem with that was Kory was in the corner with her. Pulling her eyes away from the potential orgy scène, she gave her attention to the lovely alien sipping punch next to her side.

"Girlfriend, why are you over here in the old married ladies corner with me and not," pointing over at the well-muscled stripper and the ladies surrounding him, "with them?" Karen questioned.

Turning to see what Karen was pointing at, she found she was right on time to see Sharon Tracy and Lilith fighting over a very skimpy, black fishnet muscle shirt the stripper just pulled off. There was a lot of elbowing and face pushing, but after the brief struggle, Sharon was proclaimed the victor while Lilith was lying on the floor, looking disheveled and rubbing her scalp. She was looking at Sharon in amazement. Getting up from the floor, the psychic asked, "Did you have to pull my hair?"

Sharon crossed her arm and smirked at her. "Would you have turned loose the shirt if I hadn't?" she asked, watching the look that came across Lilith's face. "Yeah, that's what I thought." Taking the shirt and shaking it in Lilith's face, Sharon also added. "My mom always told me 'All's is Fair in Love and War, but when it comes to men, then you sucker punch the first woman getting in your way'."

"Sharon, you're a horny woman and you need help," came the dry reply

"I never said I didn't, did I? I just find it funny that you, Miss Flying Winged Alien, could call me horny when it's obvious you share the same problem."

"Touched a nerve, did I?" Lilith asked, relishing the thought.

"Oh no," came Sharon's certain reply. "Just pointing out that I'm not the only one up in here that needs some dick in their life," she said, giving Lilith a pointed look and watching her turn beet red. "Now, if we're finished playing 'Catfight', lets return to the stripper. Donna almost has the man out of his underwear!" Grabbing Lilith's hand, both ladies headed back over to the entertainment.

Turning back to her friend, Kory said, "That's why I'm not over there. I figure between Lilith and Sharon, I don't stand a chance. Besides, I know him. He's one of the male models I work with." She shrugged her golden shoulders. "It's nothing I haven't seen before and he's not Dick, so I'm not all that interested." She finished, grinning and winking at Karen.

"Well, Donna's plenty interested and having the time of her life," she said, watching the stripper turn around and give the ladies a nice view of his firm, muscular buttocks.

Donna started smacking him on his ass.

Laughing, Karen said, "See? See what I mean?"

"Yeah," Kory said, wiping tears from her eyes, "I do see what you mean. The normally reserved Donna Troy acting buck wild." She was smiling at Donna's attempt to peel the stripper out of his G-String. "Let the lady alone. Tonight is one of her few nights of freedom left. Why not let her get it out of her system?"

Putting her punch cup in the trash and rubbing her hands along the sides of her blue jeans, Karen said, "Well, I think it's about time to see what I can do over there. Donna has managed to get him up out of his G-String and I want an up close view," she said, winking at Kory and turning to leave, heading for the cluster of ladies. "Hey! Save some for me!" she shouted.

Kory leaned against the wall and thought. Well, I guess it's you and me tonight, punchbowl. She was so deep in thought; she didn't notice Bette Kane walking toward her until she was right in her face.

Smiling at the blonde, she asked, "Did they run you off?"

Laughing at the question, Bette answered, "Yeah, you could say that. I thought Karen was the 'happily-married-I-don't-need-to-see-a-stripper-I-love-my-man' type?" Watching Kory nod, she said, "Well, she's over there acting like anything but. I couldn't get my act together because she's over there trying to hog the honey!" Watching Kory rapidly start to blink, as if in shock, Bette grabbed the alien and pulled her away from her corner. She then pointed to where the women had gathered. Sure enough, Karen was rubbing the strippers legs, making eye-to-eye contact with the object she was so curious about. She looked like a woman on the verge of making a discovery.

Before Kory had the chance to comment, she heard the doorbell ring.

"Think I better go and get that," she said, heading for the door.

Bette had an idea.

While Kory went to answer the door, Bette called out, "I'll just go and freshen the punch and snacks," turning around and making a beeline for the punchbowl and the kitchen.

Kory on the other hand was wondering who was at the door. All the people she had invited were there and accounted for, unless Donna or one of the other women invited someone. Of all possible people she imagined being at the door, he wasn't one of them.

Jason Hart.

Mr. Protector himself, in the flesh.

X'Hal! They haven't seen him for years. I wonder if there's trouble. Better ask him in and stop staring at him like a ninny, Kory.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, she finally got it together enough to speak. "Jason!" she exclaimed, "How are you?" reaching out to give him a big hug. "It's been ages."

Returning the hug, he answered, "Yeah, it has been a while since I saw any or you. Too long, actually."

"Is there any trouble? Are we needed..." she begins.

"Um…no…NO! It's not one of those kind of visits." Holding up the brightly wrapped box for Kory to see, he said. "I brought Donna and Terry's wedding gift. I was invited to the bachelor party." Looking around the room, thinking the men had to be near by, he was shocked to see most of the Titans' women, past and present, a nude male stripper, and one Donna Troy kissing and riding his naked leg for all she was worth.

Watching Jason standing there with his mouth hanging open, Kory thought it would be a good ideal to lead him away from the… excitement.

Taking his hand and leading him near the punch and refreshments, Kory spoke. "Well, it's good to see you at any rate. Are you hungry?" she asked, grinning at him and pointing at the table.

"Sure I could go for something to eat. Something to drink too, if you have it?" Yeah, that's it. Keep talking, because it's not possible you just saw the woman you've had a crush on since you was 16 climbing all over a stripper. The same woman that's to be married in two days. Or that you're beginning to sport a major hard on just wishing it was you instead of that stripper getting her attention. Whoa Jason. Wrong train of thought. Time to change tactics. That's when he heard Kory speak.

"We have punch, or we had punch until Bette went to refill the bowl. Let me go check on her. Maybe she couldn't find the mix." Excusing herself, she headed to the kitchen door. When she was half way there, she saw Bette come out. Smiling at the trouble she was having carrying the now full punchbowl, Kory walked over to help her. "Here, let me help." She said, grabbing on side of the large bowl.

"Thanks. I didn't know how I was going to get it to the table by myself," she replied.

Slowly moving towards the table, careful of tipping the bowl, the ladies sat it in its final resting place of the night. Once settled, Kory reached for a cup and started to fill it when an odd scent fills her nose. Taking a sniff, she wondered if the punch mix is bad. It smelled really odd. "Bette, did you grab the wrong mix or something?" she asked

"No. I don't think so. Why? What's wrong with it?"

"It just smells funny, that's all. Like something's been added." Kory said, frowning into the cup as if she thought a little harder, she could place her finger on it.

That was exactly what Bette didn't want her to do. Fast intervention was called for.

Time to lie.

Bette started talking fast.

"Oh, I changed the taste of the punch a little bit. It was tasting so flat, I added some lemon juice to it, to make it tart and give it a kick," she said, which wasn't a lie. She had added lemon juice to it to disguise the fifth of rum she had poured in the bowl. If everything went as planed, there should be some real blackmail material going around tonight.

Turning to Jason, Kory asked, "You heard the lady... tropical punch with lemon for a kick. Do you still want a cup?"

"Yeah, I'll take a cup…and some answers if you please," he said.

Bette turned around so fast she almost hurt herself. She hadn't heard a man come in. Before Kory could ask Jason what he was talking about, Sharon walked dead up in his face and introduced herself. Extending her hand, she said, "Hi! I'm Bette Kane. And you are...?"

Donna has no shortage of forward friends, I see. " Jason…Jason Hart. I'm an old acquaintance of Donna's."

"Hmmm… are you single?" Bette asked, licking her lips invitingly.

"Ah…"

Cutting in because she knew just where this was going, Kory grabbed the blond and turned her toward the refreshments. Speaking in a tone that meant business, she said, "Go. Make sure the ladies get some punch and something to snack on while they ogle Ken. If the women let him have a break, X'Hal forbid, then make sure he gets something too."

"But..." Bette protested.

"No buts. Go on. Be a good girl and help," Kory said, smiling at the flustered look on Bette's face.

Oh, I'll be a good girl all right, she thinks. It will be my honor to pass this punch out. Then we will see how fast this crowd looses it inhibitions, especially the party girl! Laughing at the thought, Bette started filling cups and plates.

Turning back to Jason, Kory apologized while passing him the plate of finger foods and punch. "Sorry about that. Bette has a rep as man-eater and I thought to spare you that. But if you wanted to…" she faded out.

Waving his hands in a negative fashion, Jason replied, "Ah…No! That's quite all right. I think Bette would be a handful and my plate is full enough as it is."

Shrugging her golden shoulders, she replied, "I understand. Believe me, I do." Taking a seat in one of the empty chairs, Kory motioned for Jason to do the same. Once they were seated, Kory started eating off her plate and sipping the punch. After the first swallow, she asked, "So…what did you want to ask me?"

Putting his cup down on the small table, along with his plate, Jason leaned forward in his chair. Meeting Kory's green eyes, he said, "Where is everyone?" Watching the confusion mar her pretty face, he tried again. "Is this the bachelors party? Where are the men? Did I come on the right day? Am I late? Was it cancelled?"

Kory was starting to get the picture. "Jason, I think you landed in the wrong party."

"Terry's bachelor party wasn't here? At the penthouse?"

"No, Terry's party was at Dayton Estates. You, my friend, have just walked in on Donna's Bachelorette party!" she said, laughing at the look of pure horror crossing the handsome man's face.

Jumping up out of his seat, Jason took one look at Donna and the stripper and headed for the door. My god! I'm at the wrong party. I can't believe it. I just can't believe it!

Just when he was about to turn the doorknob and leave, Kory stepped between him and escape. "What's the matter, Jason? Why are you leaving?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

Trying to get past her and seeing that that wasn't going to happen unless he told her something, he said, "I thought Terry' party was at the penthouse. Instead I'm at a woman's bachelorette party. I don't think I need to be here, so I'm going to Dayton Estates."

Folding her arm, Kory took a good look at him, sensing something else entirely. Why, he's embarrassed! If she didn't say something fast, he'll be out the door before she could blink, and suddenly she didn't want that. She had an idea.

Pulling him away from the door by his arm, Kory started walking toward the women, speaking softly. "You don't want to leave honey. The fun's just about to start."

"But…"

"Besides, you can't leave without speaking to the ladies, and Donna too. Isn't that why you came? To wish Donna and Terry luck with their marriage?"

"But…"

"No buts. It will take you an hour and a half just to get to Dayton Estates and by then the party will be over. Besides, what do the men have that we don't?"

Jason's eyes glaze over with something only he can see. "They have Candy Spice." He said, licking his lips.

"Candy Spice? A female stripper?" she asked. She and Dick need to have a little talk tomorrow. Staring at Jason like he has lost his mind, Kory asked him, "Do you know where you're at?" Taking him by the shoulders and pointing him toward the frenzy of women. "You are surrounded by beautiful women, women that make Candy Spice look like a hag. When the stripper leaves..." X'Hal let him leave soon. They got him bare assed naked, what more is there to see? "...You will be the center of attention. Just picture it, a bunch or beautiful, horny women, all plying for your attention. Especially the party girl." Leaning in close to whisper in his ear, Kory asked, "Wouldn't you like that?"

Jason was thinking of all the other things he liked. Kory whispering in his ear was one of them. Damn! She smelled good, looked good and knew how to get what she wanted. There was no way he was leaving now. To be the only male... well, soon to be only male at a bachelorette party was a man's dream and Kory just presented it to him on a platter. What sane man could turn that down?


Bachelorette Party



I came to with a splitting headache. Glancing around the darkened room at the bodies lying all around me, I tried to make sense of the last few hours. Courtney was getting married tomorrow, of that I was sure. But where was she? Looking around at the sleeping women surrounding me, I couldn't find her. Until I heard a moan from my left, and the arm that had been lying still on me moved. I glanced over to find Courtney curled against my side. Shit, what had happened last night? As I tried to sort through my scrambled mind, Courtney's had slowly caressed my hip, moving up my side before brushing against my breast. I gasped at her touch, thinking she must still be sleeping and dreaming of her fiance Mark.

"Why don't you lay back down," she said sleepily. I looked over quickly to see her looking up at me through drowsy eyes. Her thumb slowly stroking over my nipple. My breath hitched with every brush and my nipple hardening at her touch.

"Courtney, what are you doing?" I tried to push her hand away but she pinched my nipple, eliciting a sharp breath from me. She sat up and the blanket we'd thrown over ourselves in the night slipped from her shoulders revealing her perky breasts, nipples hardening in the cool morning air. My jaw dropped open and I swear a bit of drool fell from my lips. Courtney, my best friend, had always been a secret crush for me. Long legs, beautiful brown hair, hazel eyes, perfect pouty lips. The image of perfection.

Suddenly, it all came flooding back to me. Last night was Courtney's bachelorette party. We'd all got rip roaring drunk at a local bar and made our way back to Amanda's apartment, too tipsy and tried to make it to our own homes safely. Nicole had suggested we play Truth or Dare and in our stupor we all agreed. One thing lead to another, and we were suddenly recreating our makeout parties from high school before we'd all had boyfriends.

Courtney continued to toy with my nipple, leaning in and planting soft kisses on my shoulder. I couldn't help but let out a quiet moan at her touch. I felt her smile against my skin. She let her hand drift down my stomach to tickle the lips between my legs. I involuntarily spread them for her as she drew designs on my thigh, her kisses moving from my shoulder to my neck. I reached my hand up and palmed one of her breasts. They fit perfectly in my hand and I loved feeling the weight of them. I wasn't sure what was happening between us but for the life of me I couldn't stop it. Didn't want to stop it.

She pushed me slowly onto my back and straddled me, her hands coming up to hold my neck and her lips softly brushing mine. I grabbed her hips, savoring her taste while she sucked on my tongue. I moaned into her mouth, arching and grinding against her. I wondered what it would be like to have her kissing my pussy instead of my mouth.

She trailed her kisses down my throat to my tits, sucking a nipple into her mouth. I ran my fingers through her hair, holding her there as she sucked harder, flicking her tongue over my already too sensitive nipple. I sucked in a breath, my pussy getting wetter with every touch. I never knew her skin was so smooth or that she was so talented with her mouth. She sucked hard before popping my nipple out of her mouth with a loud smack. Courtney gave me a quick kiss on the lips before sliding down between my legs. She gently pushed my legs apart and looked at me as she spread my pussy lips and lightly ran her tongue up my slit. I gasped and writhed, almost cumming for her right then. Her tongue was firm and probing, sliding in and out of my cunt. Her lips were velvety soft, adding with the warmth of her breath I was turning into a puddle for her. I gripped the back her head, pushing her deeper. She giggled, deep in her chest before plunging her tongue into me. I moaned loudly, arching and grinding hard against her tongue.

She grabbed my ass, holding my pussy to her mouth. I threw my head back, letting out a guttural moan as she worked my clit. Her mouth was magic; sucking, licking, flicking, working me over and bringing me right to the edge. All too soon, she left me wanting. I glanced down and saw her grinning.

"I want you to cum for me. I want to taste you, have your pussy spasming on my tongue." Before I could even answer, her mouth was on me again and she was taking no prisoners. She tongue-fucked me hard and deep, gripping my thighs and not letting me get away from her. She kept eye contact, and I could tell she was loving this as well. I squirmed and writhed, gasping for air, wanting a break but begging her not to stop.

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming," I yelled. My orgasm ripped through me as she continued to lap at my pussy. When the ride was over, she sat up, her lips glistening with my juices. She crawled up my body and kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself. Suddenly, we heard keys in the door and looked to see Amanda's husband watching, his hardon straining against the jeans he was wearing. His eyes bugged out as he watched us.

"Am I interrupting something," he stuttered. Courtney and I looked at each other, before collapsing in a fit of giggles that woke the other girls. I wanted so bad to return the favor but I suppose it would have to wait for another time.



Bachelorette Party



Not him.

"Okay, Kory, you have yourself a willing victim. I guess I can give this present to Donna just as well as Terry," he said, giving in.

"Good." He heard Kory's husky reply. Looking up, he saw her expression. She looks like someone that is well pleased with themselves and used to getting the things she wants. God! Dick doesn't stand a chance.

Smiling at Jason like she knows what he's thinking, she shouts into the room. "Ladies, guess who stopped by to give Donna a present?"

Six heads turned, including the stripper's, trying to see who it was.

"Jason!" came from the direction of the stripper. He turned just in time to see Donna climb down of his lap and come running over to him. Giving him a hug and kissing him on his cheek, she exclaimed, "Jason Hart... Long time no see, sweetie! What are you doing here? I thought you were at the bachelor party."

"Yeah, I though I was, too." Watching the confused look on Donna's face, he explained. "I thought the party for the men was here and the women's at Dayton Estates," he said sheepishly.

"Oh Lord."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking."

"Well, its too late for you to try to make it to the men's party, but from the looks of it, or rather… him," she said pointing to the now exhausted stripper laying on the coffee table like a sacrificial virgin, "you're right on time for ours," she said, grinning at Jason. "Come on, let me introduce you to the others."

Leading him to where the women gathered after the stripper had passed out on them, she introduced him. "Everyone…this is Jason Hart." She said, watching everyone give their hellos. "He and the Titans worked on an assignment together three years ago. Thanks to him it was a success."

"Donna…"

Smiling at him. "Alright, I won't embarrass you." Walking him over to the first lady, Donna introduced him. "Jason, this is Karen Beecher-Duncan, Mal's wife. You may know them better as the Bumble Bee and Harold." She said, watching his eyes go round.

"Hi, honey. Good to finally meet you," she said. He's cute, but not as cute as my Mal.

"Wow. You too." He answered like wise. Damn, she's really sexy to be a scientist!

Walking to the two ladies in the corner, she began again. "Lilith, Sharon, I have someone I want you to meet." Donna could have sworn she saw two identical sets of antennas stick out from their heads. Some things never change. "Girls, this is Jason Hart, and old acquaintance of the Titans. Jason, this is Lilith…"

Lilith extended her hand for him. "Hello, Jason." Taking her hand, he brought it to his lips. "Hello, Lilith." Charmed, she blushed. This one might be a keeper.

"And this is Sharon Tracy, my old roommate," Donna said, introducing that blonde that was staring at him like a piece a meat. Strangely, he liked it. Kissing her hand also, he said, "Miss Tracy... A pleasure meeting you."

"Oh, I assure you, the pleasure's all mine. Are you single?" Sharon asked.

"Ah…"

Cutting in and giving Sharon an "oh no, you don't" look, Donna steered him away from both ladies. Speaking in a loud voice, she said, "Jason, there's one other person I would like for you to meet, but I seem to have lost her." Seeing Kory helping Ken up of the table, she decided to ask her if she's seen Bette.

Walking to the center of the room where the Kory was passing Ken his clothes, she asked, "Kory, have you seen Bette?" Smiling winningly at Ken, she also added, "Thank you so much, honey. I've never had so much fun in my life. Whatever Kory's paying you, you're worth that and more."

Grinning ear to ear, Ken replied, "Thanks. I must admit I had fun, too. The tips alone were worth it. Who ever you marry on Tuesday will have his hands full on the wedding night," he said, watching her blush becomingly.

"C'mon Ken, let me see you out. I think you've had a little too much fun if you ask me. You're exhausted. How are you going to work tomorrow?"

"Like I always do, sexy... drinking coffee until I float. Strong coffee."

Smiling, she turned to her friend and answered, "The last time is saw Bette, she was in the kitchen, mixing more punch and passing it out."

Snapping her fingers, she said, "The kitchen. That's the one place I haven't looked. C'mon," she said, pulling him along.

"But…I've met Bette. I met her when I first got here."

"You did?"

"Yep! Kory introduced us," he said. Just at that moment, Bette came out with a fresh bowl of punch. When she set it down, she shouted, "Come and get it! The juice stand is now open."

"You thirsty? I've had it and it's actually quite good considering Bette couldn't make a glass of cold water," she said, making a face.

"I've already had it, and yeah, you're right. It is good. I can go for a cup." Listening to his stomach growl, he said, "I could use something else to eat, too."

Heading for the table, Donna called out from behind her, "Well, let's go see what we can rustle up for you before the vultures start in on it," she said, pointing to the crowed table.

"You don't have to tell me twice. I'm there!"

The sound of laughter and friends having a good time was evident all through the house. Once everyone had gotten a plate and a drink from the punch bowl, they settled in the living room to begin a night of talking and teasing.

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Jason was having the time of his life. The women were having a good time and were becoming more and more attentive as the night went on. They figured out that the punch was spiked and Bette went on and told on herself when Karen mentioned driving home. That wouldn't do, so it was agreed that everyone that had to leave would call a cab…and Bette would pay for it, seeing how she was the one that spiked the drinks in the first place. Knowing when she's been defeated, she gave in. With that settled, the women decided to stay longer to chat.

It got real interesting after that.

He found the longer he stayed, the more they drank, the more they talked, and the more he found out.

Take for instance... on Tamaran, there was no such thing as "Gay" or "Lesbian" or "Bisexuality." There was just a person's right to choose. When Sharon asked if she was a virgin, Kory looked at her as if she had lost her mind. Donna started laughing. The only thing Kory said was, "With Dick around, that was a short…very short lived state of being."

He also found out that Lilith lost her virginity to a caveman named Gnarrk when she was sixteen. "Talk about 'rough sex', but lord, was it good!"

Sharon had her first experience at sixteen, too. "That was the fastest experience I've ever had. I couldn't believe it when he asked me if it was good! Go figure," Sharon said dryly.

Karen made Mal wait until the wedding night. "Hell yeah, I did! There was no way he was getting my goodies without a ring. I was in it for the long run and, thank the lord, he was too." Smiling at something only she could see, she said, "But the wedding night was something else. He was thinking about romance and soft sheets and candles, and what he got was…a female Mandingo! I wanted him to tear this stuff up the first time and believe you me, he did just that!"

Bette wanted Dick to take hers. "I tried and tried and tried and tried again but the man just wasn't having it. I ended up giving it to my tennis instructor." Looking pointedly at Kory, she said, "When I asked him why he wouldn't sleep with me, he said that sex was something that was meant for marriage. Guess you changed his mind, huh, Kory?" she asked, laughing at the look that crossed the young alien's face.

"Ah…No. That didn't change. I just gave him the excuse he needed in order to sleep with me."

Curious, Donna asked, "And what was that?"

"Love! We loved each other, therefore it was all right to show me physically," she said, smirking. "It didn't hurt that he was already a horny man and wanted to get at me despite his lofty idea of morals. It's what really got him in my bed," she finished, listening to the room laugh.

Donna on the other hand…

"I'm a virgin," she stated into the now silent room. Looking around and seeing everyone's face showing various degrees of shock, she asked, looking uncomfortable, "What?"

"No way!" Sharon said.

"Yeah, right!" That came from Karen, who was trying to clean out her ears.

"Didn't you and Roy…" Lilith started before abruptly shutting up at the look she was getting.

Giving Lilith a "don't you go there" look, she said, "No. The most Roy has gotten from me was a feel of my breast and a kiss. Nothing else happened."

"But I thought you and Terry was making love. You would leave and not come back 'til the next morning. Everything pointed to that," Kory stated.

"Nope!" she said. "I wanted to but something inside of me told me to wait."

"Wait for what?" Sharon asked.

"Wait for a one of a kind experience or until I got married," Donna replied.

Jason was taking all this all in, storing it away for future use. He wondered if she was game for what he wanted to try. He couldn't marry her, but he could provide the one of a kind experience, if given a chance.

While Jason was plotting the beautiful Amazon's downfall, Karen took that moment to stand and say her goodnights. "I need to be leaving. I've got work in the morning and it's going to be rough getting up as it is, so I'll say goodnight." Walking over to Donna and giving her a hug, she spoke in her ear. "Wonderful party girlfriend. I'll call you tomorrow."

Returning her hug, Donna said, "Thanks, and if I don't hear from you tomorrow, I'll see you at the wedding."

"Bet."

Taking their cue from Karen, Lilith, Sharon and Bette stood also. "I think we need to leave, too. I have a game tomorrow evening."

"Yeah, I have a appointment to see a apartment," came from Lilith.

"And I have errands to run in the morning. I also have a hot breakfast date," Sharon said.

"When do you ever not have a 'hot' date Sharon?" Lilith said dryly.

"Ohhh! Look who's still upset about not getting these," she said, pulling the stripper's gold g-string out of her jeans pocket.

Laughing at the heated look Lilith was giving Sharon, Kory stood also and asked the ladies if they would rather she drive them home instead of waiting for a cab to come.

Karen looked at her doubtfully. "Girl, you're drunk too… aren't you?"

Smiling at her look, "What's wrong Karen? Don't trust me to get you home in one piece?"

"No."

Grinning at her, she said, "Contrary to what you believe, I'm not drunk. My augmented DNA and my alien immune system make it really hard for me to get drunk. That..." she said, pointing at the punch bowl, "wasn't enough to get my pinky toe drunk! Now, knowing that, do you want me to take you ladies home?"

"Hell yeah," came the unanimous vote.

Shaking her auburn head at the women, she turned and spoke to Donna. "I'm leaving now. I should be back in a hour or so, will you be okay or do you want to tag along?"

"Nah, I'm fine. You take the 'Drunken Four' home and I'll see you when you get back."

Turning to Jason, she asked, "Do you need a ride home? It would be tight but I'm sure you could fit."

"I'm okay, I caught a cab here. I'll call one after I finish talking to Donna." Seeing Kory about to protest that statement, he said, "Really, Kory, I'll be fine. Take the women home."

"Okay, okay. I'm leaving." Kissing him on the cheek, she added, "It was good seeing you again, Jason."

"If I thought I could beat Dick up…"

Giving him a wink, she said before she left, "I'd still love him, even if he was a wimp."

"Bye."

"Bye, Kory." He replied, watching her usher the women out the penthouse and into the elevator.

Perfect. They were alone.

Donna was thinking the same thing. Damn, she thought Kory would never leave. All during the evening, she keep thinking about how good it would feel to actually have a man pounding between her legs instead of her using her finger all the time. The stripper didn't help the agony between her thighs. By the time she had got him out of his g-string, she knew she would be fucking tonight and Terry be damned. The more she touched him, the more she wanted to kiss him, lick him, and suck him. She was so horny, she knew she would go crazy if she didn't get this urge taken care of. While she was riding Ken's impressive lap and rubbing her crouch against that wonderful stiffness she was feeling…

That's when Jason came in.

She knew, right then and there that he was the one she was going to fuck and not Ken. Now she needed to see how open he was to the thought. The fire she was starting to feel in her pussy wouldn't let her waste precious time, so not being one to beat around the bush, she asked point blank, "Jason, Do you want to fuck me?"

Jason was thinking of all the way he could approach her about fucking. There had to be a way for them to be able to screw and still keep the friendship. He was so engrossed in finding ways, he didn't hear Donna talking, solving all his problems for him. Distractedly he asked her, "Hmm? What did you say Donna?"

Getting up off the couch, she started walking toward him. She stood in front of him until he looked up. Rubbing her breasts together so there could be no mistake, she asked again. "Do you want to fuck me?"

Jason had died and gone to heaven.

There could be no other explanation for what he was feeling. Deciding he had better say something before she changed her mind, he grabbed her by her waist and pulled her on top of his lap. Reaching for her hand, he placed her palm over the hardness between his legs and said in a husky voice, "Does this feel like someone that doesn't want to fuck you?"

"You just won the big prize," she said, passion starting to color her voice. "Lets go to my room. That way we won't have to worry about anyone walking in on us."

Jason stood with her legs wrapped around his waist and started moving for the bedroom. Bending, he stole a kiss form her moist lips and almost dropped her when he felt her wet tongue enter his mouth. Breaking the kiss, he said, "You better stop that or I'll drop you before we get to the bed."

"Hmm…" she said, kissing him on his neck and rubbing his shoulders.

He needed to get to the bedroom, and fast. He opened the first door he comes to. Luckily, it was Donna's room and not Kory's. Placing her on the king-sized bed, he followed her down. Taking her lips again, he proceeded to show her the true meaning of French kissing.

Her tongue met his bold and strong, mingling, mixing, forever sparing with his. Her taste, her smell was making him mindless. Whoa Jason, slow down. Get it under control before you really loose it.

Breaking the kiss, Jason's lips started traveling to her ears, her neck, her collarbone, between her breasts. She tasted of everything that would ever appease his hunger.

Rising up, he took a hold of her shirt and helped her raise it over her head. That's when he saw she was not wearing a bra. Her beautiful creamy globes with their dusky hard tips were a temptation he didn't even want to try resisting.

Seeing the look in his eyes, Donna cupped her breasts in both hands and offered them too him. Even though she was a virgin, she was feeling downright naughty. "Come here and suck. Suck my titties."

Jason wasted no time doing what she wanted. He used the tip of his tongue to tease the beckoning nub. The stimulation caused the nipple to harden.

She gasped, amazed at how good that felt... wanting Jason to continue... wanting to feel him suck. Grabbing his head and keeping it close to her breast, Donna got out a quick "Don't stop."

Jason had no plans on stopping.

After flicking and lapping at her defenseless nipple, took the swollen gland in his mouth and sucked hard.

Donna moaned at the sensation. All of a sudden, she felt tingly and aching between her legs. Her clit was throbbing, demanding attention and lubricating her love hole. If his mouth made her feel like this, she couldn't wait to see what it could do on the rest of her body.

Feeling Donna squirm beneath him, Jason decided it was time to give the other breast some attention too. Latching on to the other nipple, he licked and teased it until it hardened too.

Getting impatient with the clothing that kept her from him, Donna started tearing at Jason's shirt. Raising his head, he started, "I can help you if..." The sound of his shirt ripping kept him from saying more. Grinning at the tatters of his old shirt hanging form his muscular frame, he said, "Strong and sexy. I think I like this."

Working on his jeans, Donna murmured, "Shut up, Jason. Help me get you out of these jeans before they end up like your shirt."

"I'm assuming we're both getting naked here?" he asked, unbuttoning his 501s and pulling them down, boxers and all.

"Yes, we're getting naked," she confirmed, doing the same with her skirt and underwear. When she turned around, she was confronted with the sight of Jason's dick, protruding from his body like a flagpole. She couldn't help it. Her mouth fell open and begin to fill with saliva. He had a monster. It had to be at least 9 inches, and as thick around as her wrist. She knew that would hurt going in.

But she couldn't wait to try it.

Actually, there were a few other things she wanted to try. "You stay right here. I have to go and get something." Giving a saucy wiggle of her backside, Donna disappeared in her bedroom closet.

Jason couldn't wait to get in her. He kept seeing her as she was, when she first revealed herself to him. Firm breasts that stood up on their own, nice muscular tone, narrow waist, lush hips, long legs and a small bush of pubic hair hiding the treasure he so wanted to taste.

Smiling, he thought, when she gets back, I'll satisfy all my hungers and hers, too.

Walking over to the bed, he lay down and waited for Donna to come back and attend to him. He didn't expect to see her with her lasso in hand. "What's that for?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"How would you feel about letting me tie you up and having my wicked way with you?" she asked him, licking her lips.

"Will you promise to make me like it?" he asked.

Smiling at his answer, she replied, "Oh yes, I promise we BOTH will love it."

Laying spread eagle on the bed, he beckoned her closer. "What you waiting for? Come and do your worst."

Moving to the bed, Donna straddled his chest and proceeded to tie him up, one hand at a time to the headboard. While she was working on his left wrist, Jason was using his right hand to make her even wetter then what she was.

Looking her dead in the eye, he spoke. "You know I want to eat you like candy, don't' you?" Hearing her moan and feeling her stop tying his wrist, he said, "I want to eat this..." Moving his hand between her legs, dipping his middle finger deep into the warm moistness he found there, then moving his now wet digit along her slit, he found what he'd been searching for. "...until you scream and cum into my mouth." As he said it, he flicked his wet finger back and forth across her painfully erect clit. Felling her vibrate on his stomach, he started making circular motions with that same finger around and around her clit. "I can't wait."

Feeling like she was going to faint, Donna decided she couldn't wait either. He had excited her that badly. Giving a frustrated scream, she rapidly started untying his arm. Fuck this. I can do this any old time when I'm married. Right now, I need Jason's mouth on me!

Seeing that his teasing had earned him his freedom, Jason decided to make it up to Donna for costing her her bondage fantasy. Sitting up in the bed, he grabbed her by her waist and promptly flipped her over on the mattress. Hearing her panting, he debated if he should tease her, but after feeling her push his head towards her juicy looking slit, he changed his mind.




Bachelorette Party



He wanted to eat her and he wanted to do it now.

He moved along her body, kissing and licking as he went, until he came face to face with the object of his desires. Taking a deep breath, inhaling her lightly musky sent, he moved closer to his treasure. Taking his fingers and parting her, he saw the engorged hood of her clit. Above him he could hear her moaning and begging, "Jason… Jason…Please. Don't tease me. I need you so bad."

"Are you ready to cum, Donna?" he asked, teasing her clit with brief licks of his tongue.

Hearing that tiny frustrated scream again, Jason decided to put them both out of their misery. With his fingers keeping her open, Jason leaned forward and captures her clit with his lips.

"Arghhh!" came the impassioned moan from Donna. "Gods! That's incredible," she whimpered. "Keep doing it. Don't stop," she begged, bringing her thighs around his head, locking him in place.

This didn't bother him. He didn't plan on going anywhere. Damn! He thought. She evens tastes like a virgin. Taking his time, he rapidly started flicking his tongue across her clit, drawing more screams from her, making sure he lapped up every bit of cream coming from her virgin hole.

Donna didn't know if she was coming or going. The way he was eating her should have been against the law. His tongue on her clit was causing a pressure to build up deep in her stomach. Every time his tongue dipped inside her cunt or came back up to strike at her clit, the pressure got worse. All she could do was lay there and thrash her hips and beg him not to stop.

Jason's wanted to feel her come. He wanted to give her pleasure untold of, but most of all, he wanted to feel her on his tongue. Taking her clit between his teeth, he closed his lips around her clit and sucked HARD.

Donna found out which way she was going. She was cumming. No doubt about it.

"Ahhhhh!" She screamed, feeling her orgasm start, ripping through her like fire. Wrapping her legs across Jason's head, locking his mouth on her cunt, she started riding his face for all she was worth.

Jason continued to suck her until her spasms had passed, trying to relax her and draw out every bit of her nectar. Slowly he felt Donna's legs slip from around his head and fall to the bed. Looking up, he saw her wearing a most blissful expression on her face.

Feeling Jason's eyes on her, she slowly opened her eyes. Watching a pleased look cross his face, Donna asked, "Something amuses you?"

Staring at her nude body and the lust still apparent in her eyes, he said, "Oh no. Just happy you enjoyed yourself."

"Oh, the fun hasn't ended, not by a long shot." Sitting up, she flipped Jason on his back and straddled him again. Bending down to give him a kiss, she said, "Now it's time to take care of you..." Grabbing his hard dick, rubbing it against her silt and wetting it, she finished, "... And him."

"You sure about this? Once I take your virginity, I can't give it back. It will be mine for as long as we live," he said watching her hesitate. "You might want to save this first for Terry."

Shaking her head, "I said I would have sex for two reasons. One, if he was my husband, and two, if it was well worth it." Looking deep into his blue eyes, she said, "You have shown me a wonderful time and …" she said, pausing, "I want you to finish damnit!"

Laughing at the seriousness in that one statement, all he said was, "If you're sure, come over here and put that tight little pussy on this," grabbing his dick and keeping it steady for her.

Rising up a little, Donna started to slowly sit on his dick. Surprisingly, it started to slip in easily. Not amazing really since he prepared her well. She was as slick as it was possible to get. Feeling him grab her waist to steady her, Donna went a little farther down on his dick.

She took an inch.

Then another.

One more, until he butted against the proof of her innocence. Moving slowly, pushing against the barrier, testing how strong it was and feeling it start to give. She wouldn't have as much pain she thought. Her cherry was there but not firmly intact. Due to the life she lived, he wasn't surprised. He really wasn't expecting for it to be there. Gritting his teeth, he asked, "Do you want the honors, or should I do it"

Feeling him in her body, but wanting him deeper, she said in a strangled voice, "You do it."

"Hold on. This may hurt." Tensing his buttocks and grabbing her waist, he thrust up into her tight box even as he pulled her down onto his weapon. Feeling Donna's walls close tightly on him, he waited for her to relax and become less tense atop of him. There was no hurry. He had managed to seat himself in her to the hilt.

She had taken the whole nine inches.

The feel of her was making him sweat. Never had he experienced anything so tight on his dick. He couldn't wait to feel her move.

After the brief pressure and the feeling of something giving, she felt full. Filled to over flowing. Wondering if the worst is over, she asked, "Is this it?"

"No. This is not it, not even close to being 'IT'," he said. "Are you alright?"

Wiggling her bottom and hearing him groan, she said, "I'm fine, just waiting to see what happens next."

Grinning up at her, smirking like a man who knows something she does not, he said, "You haven't seen nothing yet."

* * * * *

Kory was thinking that that would be the last time she drove three drunken super heroines and one nymphomaniac anywhere, ever again. They were horrible. They screamed out the window, flirted with cab drivers and worse of it all, Sharon narrowly missed puking in her car. She had to help her get into bed before she could leave. That's what took so long. Instead of the hour or so she expected to be finished by, it took closer to three. She was tired and ready for her bed. Closing the door and stretching, she dropped her car keys in the bowl next to the door and looked around.

Nothing.

Yawning, she thought, Jason must have called it a night and left too. Walking past the living room and seeing the shape it was in, she decided she was too tired to deal with it right then. She'd save it for tomorrow.

Going over to rap on Donna's door and let her know she got in safely, that was when she saw that the door was cracked and that there were sounds coming from inside. Quietly, she pushed the door open a little wider and got the shock of her life.

Donna was getting the fuck of her young life and it was Jason Hart doing the screwing! Damn! Who would have thought? She should just close the door and leave, but the way Donna was screaming and moaning was too much to turn away from. Besides, she was curious. Getting comfortable, Kory settled in for a long session.

* * * * *

"Yes! Yes. That it. Deeper…Deeper" Donna panted. She was getting the most incredible feeling from Jason's nine-inch monster buried deep in her cunt.

Grabbing her hips, Jason was thrusting up into her for all he was worth, slamming her down hard. With every thrust, he went deeper and deeper in her tight cunt, slicing through her natural resistance, right up to her womb. Her screaming and moaning lit fires in him, helping him keep up the pace, keeping him stabbing deeper in her box, making him about to cum. He couldn't hold out for much longer. He felt a tingling on the head of his dick. He was almost there.

"Oh shit, baby. Ride this dick. Ride it like you love it," he panted.

Donna was trying her best to oblige him, thrusting down onto his upward stroke and rotating her hips. She just loved the feel of her pussy muscles clinging to his thick rod. Every time he touched her womb, she felt like she was going to cum. The more he did it, the closer the feeling got.

Like it was now.

One good thrust would finish it for her. She had that tingle in her clit. That feeling that started at her toes and centered on her clit. That feeling was driving her mad. Not able to take it anymore, she grabbed his head and kissed him hard, whispering between breaths, "Fuck me, fuck me hard! I'm ready to cum!"

Me too, he thought. Flipping her over, redoubling his efforts, he started drilling into her wet cunt.

"GREAT HERA! THAT'S IT! KEEPING DOING THAT!" she shouted. Suddenly she felt her vaginal walls contract and a wave of red hot burning pleasure swept over her and through her pussy. "Oh god! I'm cuminggggggg. Ahhhhhh. Fuck me, keep fucking me."

Donna had completely lost it and he was losing it too. Feeling her pussy contract on his dick and start milking his tool, he couldn't help what happened next. Giving one mighty thrust, burying his dick to the hilt in her, he started to moan (exclaimed?) in her ear. "Aahhh shit! I'm cuming too," he said, feeling the first hot, salty spurt of cum shoot out the head of his dick. "Yeah! Take it! Take it baby! Take my hot cum. Take it all, ughhhhh!"

As the tidal wave of fuck-shock receded, dying into smaller equally hot spasms of male and female lust, their bodies quieted, no longer soaring the clouds of their raging emotions.

They were so relaxed and tired after their lengthy fucking, neither noticed when the other fell asleep.

Kory, on the other hand, had seen the whole thing. Moving away from her place in the door, she pulled the door closed and went to her own bedroom, closing the door after her. Pleased with what she saw, she reached over and set her clock for 5:00 a.m.

Plenty of time for the lovers to sleep.

And wake Jason so he can leave.

Yawning, Kory wished she could have gotten in on the action, but glad she didn't. First times were special.

Smiling, Koriand'r went to sleep.

* * * * *

* * * * *

The line between "forbidden" and "acceptable" often becomes blurred from one persons perspective to the next.

Donna and Kory's Manhattan penthouse, 2:17 a.m.

"Ringggggggggg"

"Hmm…"

"Ringggggggggg"

"Ringgggggggggg"

The phone…it was the phone, the prone figure thought as she reluctantly stirred from a deep and restful sleep. She'd just dozed off it seemed and now something woke her up.

Willing sleep to depart, Princess of Koriand'r of Tamaran dragged herself upright and turned to look at her bedside alarm clock and acknowledge the time. Barely a quarter past 2 a.m. and the damn phone was ringing? Whoever it was better have a good excuse, she thought as she fumbled around in the dark for her cordless phone. Still drowsy and half asleep, she finally located it under her pillow. Pushing her auburn hair out of her face, she pressed the bright green "On" button and dragged the phone to ear. "The world better be in danger or I'm going to fry you."

"I love you to, hon." Dick Grayson's laughing voice could be heard on the other end of the receiver.

Immediately, all her petulance evaporated and she was instantly awake and alert. "Dick! Is something wrong?"

Laughing again, he said. "No, m'love, nothing's wrong." In fact, something was really right. He knew exactly how she looked on the other end. She was still in bed, most likely sitting upright and probably hasn't even turned the light on yet. Her long auburn hair would be all over her head, the large cat-like emerald greens would be clouded with sleep and she would be naked, gloriously naked as the day she was born. Kory never slept in anything, something he found much to his delight. She said clothing was restrictive and refused to be confined while she slept.

Thinking about his girlfriend's lovely unclothed golden skinned body lead to a familiar stiffening between his legs. Groaning softly, he shifted his hand to his pajama bottoms and moved his rapidly hardening flesh into a more comfortable position. Served him right for thinking about his girlfriend's delectable body when he was in no position to satisfy it. A hard dick was the least he deserved.

No longer so severely bound, he turned his attention back to the phone and heard Kory ask, "Then what's with the 2 a.m. phone call? Miss me, sexy?" she teased.

Leaning back against his pillows, twirling the phone cord around his finger, he looked to the spot where she usually slept with longing. "I always miss you Kory, you know that. I just thought I'd call you and let you know we made it back in one piece. Maybe compare notes."

She was curious now. "Notes?"

Clearing his throat, Dick answered. "Yeah…I'm dying to know what happened over there tonight. I heard Jason got lost and went to the wrong party." After a brief pause with Kory saying nothing, Dick questioned. "What happened? Did he show up? He never made it over here," he told her.

Uh oh. This is not good, she thought uneasily. She realized she had to play this just right or he'd get suspicious and start snooping. That's the last thing she needed. After what she saw before going to bed, Jason Hart and the Bachelorette party was the last thing she wanted to discuss with her nosey boyfriend. Besides that, she was still horny, a fact that made it difficult to sleep. Not even masturbating helped. As long as she lived, she'll never forget the way Jason looked as he screwed Donna within an inch of her life. From her first impression, he seemed to be a masterful lover and talented man, and despite her better wishes, she was itching to try him out, but doubted it would happen. Jason was still asleep in Donna's room, no doubt exhausted, and when she woke him, she'd be shooting him out the door as fast as she could manage. She doubted she'd see him anytime soon, not even at the wedding and certainly nowhere as private as this, without an observant boyfriend around.

Biting her bottom lip, Kory was surprised at where her horny ramblings were leading her. It's not like she wasn't satisfied with Dick. Nothing could be farther from the truth. He was a wonderful, skillful lover and she loved him, but the fact of the matter was Jason was handy…and forbidden. There was just something about him that drew her in, probably because he reminded her of Dick. They were of a height, weight and build; both had the same killer blue eyes, same morals and principles. The only difference lay in how and where they were raised and hair coloring—Dick's was a cool inky black wherein Jason's was a warm chestnut. But even if they were similar outside, they were much different men on the inside. Jason was more out-going and friendly, less suspicious, while Dick was slowly coming out the cold shell Batman had encased him in. He was still suspicious and mistrustful, but in their line of work, that necessarily wasn't a bad thing. She just wished she saw more of Dick Grayson instead of Robin when they were together.

Realizing she was daydreaming and had briefly forgot about Dick on the other end, Kory responded to his questions tentatively. "Yes…Jason showed up."

"And?" Dick prompted. "What happened?"

Kory knew she had to proceed cautiously, giving nothing away that even sounded mildly inappropriate or Dick will be all over her, and then Donna, trying to find out what happened. Kory knew for a fact Donna wouldn't last three seconds if Dick started questioning her. Her inherent honestly wouldn't let her lie to her long time friend. The best thing to do now would be to tell as much of the truth as possible and keep Donna away from Dick until the wedding.

Mind set, she decided to stall him and tease him a little. "And…"

"Awwww c'mon Kory! Tell me!" he begged.

Smiling into the phone, she continued to tease him. "Why Mr. Grayson! It's not like you to be so gossipy."

She heard a quick indrawn breath followed by a loud, "Kory! I am not gossipy! I'm just a little curious, that's all."

"Hmmmm…is that right?"

Dick responded by groaning into the receiver.

Laughing, Kory decided to put him out of his misery. "Ok, Ok. Yes, Jason showed up at the penthouse, dressed up with gift in hand and mistakenly thinking he was at Terry's bachelor party. Not aware of his mistake, I invited him in and offered him something to eat and drink. That's when he noticed he was in a room full of women and a male stripper." Kory paused when she heard Dick's laughter on the other end. Grinning, she continued. "At first he thought it was a split party. You know, the girls in one area and the guys in the other, but then he asked me where you guys were and I told him."

Laughing softly into the phone, she continued. "You should have seen him hon. He was absolutely horrified. Not only was he embarrassed about showing up at the wrong party, the ladies added to his discomfort by crawling all over the stripper."

"Crawling?" came Dick's shocked exclamation. "Who was crawling over the stripper?"

"That's for me to know and you to never find out."

She heard a "hmmm" sound from the phone followed by a casual, "Were you one of the ladies 'crawling' all over the stripper?"

And jealousy rears its ugly head. Grinning into the phone, Kory thought about teasing him, but decided she'd better not. "No Dick. I had the same job as you at the party-designated driver and chaperone. I was way too busy seeing to the party to be 'crawling' over a stripper. Besides, I work with Ken. He's one of the models I told you about on that new Sergio De Levi's jeans ad. I see the man half nude almost every day! Why would I get excited over him stripping?" Dropping her voice to its warm, husky tones she said, "You have the best body I've ever seen. I'd rather look at you than some stripper or model any day."

"And don't you forget it either," he informed her; pleased she thought he looked better than any stripper. "So what happened after that?"

"Let's see…after Jason saw his error, he tried to make a dash for the door and I stopped him.

"You did? Why?"

"Well…he hadn't even spoken to Donna or met the other ladies. Donna would have skinned me alive if Jason had left without so much as a "Hi or Bye", so there was no way he was getting out that door until he spoke to everyone and I told him that. He kept insisting that he had to go to Terry's party and I informed him that by the time he got there, the party would be over so there was no point in him going."

Leaning against the headboard with an arm behind his head, he stretched, releasing the tension in his body. Man, he was tired. "Yeah, after the stripper Terry's brother Barry hired left, the party fell pretty flat."

"Candy Spice, yes, I know."

Dick's eyes got wide. "How do you know…oh…Jason."

"Yep, Jason. It was one of the reasons he tried so hard to get to the party. I thought he was crazy. The man was surrounded by beautiful women and he wanted to go see some stripper? There are some things I'll never understand about men." After a few seconds silence, Kory asked, "So what she's like?"

Deciding to tease her, he asked. "Who?"

"Dick!"

Grinning, he told her truthfully. "Kory, what can I say? She was blonde, blue-eyed and stacked, the ultimate desperate male fantasy. She was beautiful, honey."

"Oh really?" came the dry sounding reply.

"Yes…but she couldn't hold a candle to you, m'love. You are the most beautiful by far. I can't see past you."

"That's good to know, Grayson, because I'd really hate to have to hunt you down and put a bolt through you and that sexy, stacked, blue-eyed blonde."

"Honestly, Kory, Terry and I thought she was a hag compared to what we had at home. When she asked if she could change our minds, we laughed at her. Besides that, the only other exciting thing that happened was the guys getting drunk and me having to put Terry to bed," he replied.

"Hmmm."

"Satisfied now?"

Satisfied? Not likely Mr. Grayson, but since you're not here… "I suppose…for now."

"Good. Now you can finish telling me what happened."

X'hal! The man is insistent, better wrap this up quick. "Well…after I convinced him he would never make it to Dayton Estates in time, he stayed and I took him over to see Donna." Totally omitting that the young Amazon was riding Ken's leg for all she was worth and enjoying every moment of it. "Donna was excited to see him, of course, and started introducing him to everyone."




Bachelorette Party



"Let me guess. Sharon and Lilith made a move for him right away."

"Let's not forget Bette, but that's exactly how it happened. Of course, they did the same thing over the stripper as well, going as far as fighting each other over his shirt!" she told him, laughing at the mental image of Lilith sitting on the floor rubbing her head and a triumphant Sharon Stacy standing over her swinging the shirt around her finger.

"No!"

Laughing again at his shocked tone, she said, "Yes. It was quite funny. Even Karen cut loose, only after the g-string came off that is."

"NO!"

Raising one thin eyebrow at the phone, she asked, "Why are you so surprised? Karen is a woman and Ken is a very attractive man. She's not immune you know."

"Yeah…maybe. It's just that I'm having a hard time seeing conservative, brainy, married Karen Beecher Duncan interested in a stripper. It's just not her speed."

Staring at the receiver, she was sure she was hearing things. He couldn't see it? Where had he been? True, it'd been a while since he'd seen Karen, Mal, or any of the old group—that had to account for his totally misguided assumption. The woman she was then is nothing like the woman she is now. "Dick, believe me when I say she is definitely the type. I think you need to adjust what you think you know, just a little, hon."

"Are you saying Karen is a buck wild party animal?" he asked, doubt clear in his voice.

Making frustrated little sounds into the phone, she said, "No Dick, that is not what I'm saying. What I meant was that the lady knows how to have fun! What? You think that after she got married and got out of the superhero business she became brain dead and numb to the concept?"

"No! It's just…I mean," he made a helpless sound. "I just can't see it."

Frowning. "Well she did that and more, but it wasn't anything serious. She had fun, I had fun, Donna had fun, and after the stripper left, Jason had fun."

"What kind of fun could a man have at a Bachelorette party?"

Was he crazy now? What kind of fun couldn't a man have at a party full of horny beautiful women? "Well…Bette spiked the punch for one and then…"

"WHAT!!" Dick roared, cutting what she was about to say short. "Jason has to be the strictest teetotaler on the planet! The man is an advocate against drugs and alcohol. He couldn't have been drunk!"

Sighing tiredly into the phone and rubbing her eyes, Kory said. "No one was drunk Dick, though you can't say the same for your party," she reminded him. "If you had let me finish, I would have told you that no one knew it was spiked until Karen started talking about driving home. Bette confessed and offered to pay for the cabs for everyone, but I volunteered to drive them when they were ready to go."

"But weren't you drinking too?"

"Yes, but my alien immune system protected me. It would take way more than what I had to get me drunk, even if it's possible, which I doubt. I was sober and the only one able to drive. Everyone else was three sheets to the wind." Laughing out loud, she confided, "We found out that the liquor lowered the ladies inhibitions and we started talking about sex, first times particularly."

Interested, Dick gave a inquiring "Oh?"

"Stop digging because I'm not telling you, but I will say this. I'm glad Bette didn't catch you."

Feeling his face slowly turning read, Dick laughed too. "Me too, though not for lack of trying on Bette's end. I ran just about every time I saw her and needless to say, we were never alone. It was getting embarrassing. I still can't believe she told you about it," he said, and then paused as a thought came to mind. "Just what did you tell them?"

Tongue in check, Kory said, "I proclaimed you Studmuffin and resident Sex God of the year!."

"Kory…"

"Oh hush, Dick, it wasn't that bad. So what if the a few ladies and one of your guy friends know what a wonder lover you are? Will the world end because of it?" she demanded.

"But Kory…"

Cutting him off, she asked, "Do you want me to finish telling this or not?"

Sighing, he gave in. "Sure. What happened? Jason make another run for the door?"

"Actually, Jason sat through the whole thing, eating it up. About an hour later, Karen was ready to go and the others followed, well... except Jason. I offered him a ride but he wanted to stay and chat with Donna, so I took everyone home. It should have been a hour, hour and a half job, but Sharon was sick and I stayed to put her to bed, then left."

X'hal! Now the part I don't like. She hated to lie to Dick, which was probably why she never did it, but if she didn't, nine chances out of ten, Donna wouldn't be getting married because Dick would feel honored bound to tell Terry, and she couldn't let that happen. Sometimes Dick could be such a pain in the ass.

But Kory was hopeful; she felt she could pull it off. It was just one lie…one white lie. One sentence, just one little sentence and it would be finished. Kory began slowly and hoped he'd be too distracted to notice. "When I got back to the penthouse, no one was in the living room and Donna was in bed." Yeah, in bed with Jason, but that's something she'll keep to herself. "I locked up and went to bed. Where I still would have been, sound asleep until some sexy man called me at 2 a.m. just to be nosy." she teased him.

Sheepishly, he said, "Sorry about that. If I thought you were asleep, I'd never would've bothered you. I thought you were just turning in like I was." Dropping his voice an octave, he said. "Besides... I missed you and wanted to hear your voice before I went to sleep."

"Oh really?" she asked, pleased he was thinking about her. She was thinking about him too. "Well I missed you too, lover. I especially missed the way you put me to sleep," she said huskily, and then whispered, "I wish you were here."

Groaning into the phone, Dick agreed. "I wish I was too, but I have to be up at 6 a.m. so I can head out to Gotham. I need to go to sleep now if I'm to get an early start and be back in time for Donna's wedding."

"I know. " She didn't really want him to leave, but what choice did she have? Bruce needed him, for who knows what, and when The Batman summoned, all the little people were expected to drop everything and snap-to. One of the many attitudes that kept her and Bruce Wayne constantly at odds. One day the two might learn to get along, but she doubted it. She just wanted him to hurry back. "You be careful and come back in one piece, Dick."

"Believe it or not love, every time Bruce calls, it's not always dangerous and I'm always careful, you know this. I can't go getting into trouble and leave you free for some other man to snatch up, now can I?" he teased.

Smiling, she shot right back. "No, you can't, so you better hurry back before I replace you with Gar," she said, and then laughed out loud.

"Oh yeah, make his day," he dared her.

"Let Bruce talk you into working and I will," she countered dryly.

"I guess I better hurry back then. Can't have Gar getting my 'goodies' now, can I?"

As if that was a threat. She smiled softly, saying, "I love you."

The line was quiet for a moment, and then she heard the words repeated. "I love you too, Kory, more then you'll ever know."

Touched, she whispered, "Goodnight, Dick."

"'Night, Kory," and then she heard the soft click of the line being disconnected.

She held the phone for a moment longer before placing it in the upright charger on the nightstand. Looking over at the clock, the bright red numbers blinked the time. 2:49a.m- far to early to wake Jason, but what to do? Her first thought was to go back to sleep, but disregarded it. Not only was she not sleepy, she was too horny as well. What a frustrating mix, she thought disgustedly.

Stretching, she thought about watching a movie and decided it was as good an idea as any. At least it would distract her mind from her body's demands…hopefully. Getting out of bed, she walked over to the video shelf and started looking though movies for something to watch. Before she found one, her stomach chose to grumble noisily. Not surprising, she was babysitting the Bachelorette Party and neglected to grab something to eat.

"Might as well fix a snack to go along with the movie." Walking from the shelf, she turned around and grabbed the lavender silk robe from the foot of her king sized bed and put it on. Normally she wouldn't have bothered, nudity was nothing shameful to her, but Donna had insisted, claiming that meeting her at the refrigerator nude was disconcerting, so she wore the robe whenever she left the room.

Turning the doorknob slowly, she cracked the door and peeped outside.

Nothing.

Turning to take a look at Donna's bedroom door, she saw that is was still as she left it earlier-firmly closed. Relieved, Kory left her room and headed for the kitchen, softly closing her door behind her.

* * * * *

Jason Hart was trying to figure how the hell he got in this situation. One minute he was on his way to Terry Long's Bachelor Party, then next he was knee deep inside of Terry's soon-to-be wife.

Amazing! He wondered if anyone else's life was as screwed up as is…somehow he doubted it.

He was awoken rather abruptly when Donna turned over in his arms and snuggled closer to his side. Not used to sleeping with anyone, it took him a while to wake up. After he finally figured out where he was and what had happened, his first response was to get up and get the hell out the penthouse as soon as humanly possible. He was about to start dressing when he heard movement outside the bedroom door.

Kory.

Probably was trying to clean up some of the mess the ladies and her stripper friend had made before going to bed. Whatever the reason, he couldn't leave then, not with Kory up and about. Best to wait till she was sleep so he could sneak out undiscovered, and without answering some very awkward questions.

Which was why he was still there, sitting up in bed-Donna Troy's bed, watching her sleep and replaying tonight's events over and over in his mind. Tonight, Jason Hart could actually say he'd had some of the most intense lovemaking he'd ever experienced…and he couldn't tell anyone about it. Ever. Donna was marrying Terry in two days and if this came out…it would ruin her chance at love.

Love. Grimacing, he couldn't keep the unbidden thought from his mind. He knew Donna wasn't in love with him any more then he was with her, though he did care for her. They were good friends, the very best, but what happened tonight wasn't about friendship, not really.

It was about sex.

Pure, unadulterated, sex. The kind of sex that's hot, spontaneous, and satisfying from the top of your head to the soles of your feet, sex so mind-blowing and graphic it was barely a step removed from a high quality porno. Sex that's uncomplicated and free of other's ulterior motives. The kind of sex you have with someone you know, think is cute and have been dying to try out.

That's exactly the kind of sex he just had.

Still it was just too, too weird. In the space of hours, all his lofty principles and morals went right out the proverbial window. He did things tonight he never intended to do and that included drinking liquor, lusting after one man's woman while making love to another's. He still couldn't believe it...a teenage fantasy come true. He had sex with Donna Troy and it was better then he could ever have imagined. In fact, he was still having a hard time believing it happened. If it weren't for the fact that she was curled up against his side, in his arms, he'd swear he was drunk. Looking down at her sleeping face, he knew it wasn't a liquor-induced hallucination.

Oblivious to Jason's inner turmoil, Donna slept on.

Sighing softly into the room and rubbing his eyes, Jason couldn't help chastising himself. What possessed him? What the hell was he thinking?"

Thinking? Thinking had nothing to do with it, Jason reasoned. At least not the kind of thinking that required the use of his brain. No, instead of listening to sweet reason, he had to let his penis do the thinking for him tonight. And because of it, he ended up in one of those one of a kind situations listening to your dick often places men in. Instead of getting up and taking the offered ride, he had to stay and talk. Jason laughed at that. Talk? There wasn't much talking going on, before or after. All he could think about was getting so deep inside Donna that he wouldn't know where she ended or he began.

Jason groaned out loud. What would contemplating it do now? He couldn't change it, and wasn't sure he would if he could. Donna was due to marry in two days and he'd slept with her-no changing that fact. And it didn't help that he wanted her again. He was as hard as he'd ever been and he'd just had her. If he wasn't certain she'd be too uncomfortable to take him again, he'd set about waking her in a most inventive way, slowly loving her with his mouth and hands until he saw her sleepy blue eyes open and cloud with desire. Then, and only then would he bury his thick tool deep inside her and give them both the release they craved.

Oh God, his mind screamed at him. Can all I think about is sex? Shuddering and clutching the sheet as if to kill it, he tried to think of something else, anything else, but his thoughts came back to sex. Not surprising considering it had been a while since he indulged in the art of amour. Still, he should have had more control. Donna had been a virgin and he took her virginity-a right that belonged to her husband and he'd cheated Terry of it. Strangely, he didn't feel the slightest bit guilty. Not a smidgen of guilt. How could he? He had wanted and cared for her so long that when he saw his chance to have her, he grabbed it with both hands and the consequences be damned. Pure selfishness. That was why he was in this less then desirable predicament. The only thing he could do now was keep his mouth shut and pray it worked out.

That didn't mean he couldn't remember though. Just thinking about how good it felt being inside her, how tight she was around him and how she took all 9 1/2" of him was enough to make lying in bed uncomfortable. He'd never been first with any girl and he'd be damned if she didn't taste like a virgin. Oh god, she tasted good, like candy. He almost didn't come up. He just wanted to stay between her legs, tasting her and giving her one orgasm after the next with his lips and tongue, licking up all that warm honey and creating more.

I must have a death wish; Jason thought as the image of Donna laying spread eagle on the queen sized bed and his response to it filled his mind, he grew more frustrated by the minute. Soon he would have to leave. The longer he stayed, the better the chances he had of being caught. He'd been lucky so far. Kory must have turned in soon after she got back, so his secret should be safe, but who knew for how long? The last thing he wanted or needed was to get caught by the leggy Tamaranean as he snuck out the penthouse. He couldn't let that happen. Jason figured all he had to do was get out the penthouse before Kory or Donna woke, quietly tip-toeing down the hallway, exiting the front door to the elevator and he'd be in the clear. If luck continued to be on his side, then neither of the ladies would get up before 7 or 8 o'clock. By then he'd be long gone, and Kory would never know he'd been there. Sounded good, right?

Jason prayed his luck would hold, because he couldn't risk Kory seeing him. He couldn't be sure she wouldn't go report what she saw to Dick and if that happened, then the wedding was off for sure. Dick was just that type…honest. He'd feel compelled to tell Terry and that would be that. But deep down, he thought Kory could keep a secret, even a secret such as this.

Kory.

Wow. He couldn't help but acknowledge how hot she was. Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran, the supermodel Kory Anders and Titans team-mate Starfire was the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. Donna was beautiful too, but the two ladies were as different as night and day. Where Donna had a traditionally classic beauty that was extraordinary, Kory was pure sizzle-exotic and unusual. She stood 6'4 and had a body that could only be categorized as voluptuous, long auburn ankle length hair, clear emerald green eyes without visible pupils and luminous golden skin, and a air of innocent and siren that clung to her…Kory was irresistible. Every male fantasy wrapped up into one very sweet, sexy, alien powerhouse. Extraordinary.

When Jason first met her, he couldn't take his eyes off her. He had never seen anything like her and knew he would never again. But gawking was the wrong thing to do because it produced an obvious response in his body. Excusing himself, Jason hurriedly made a beeline for the little superhero's room. He was sporting a woody and had to get rid of it before he could even walk. When he got back, he got a lot of knowing looks from the men, though Kory herself was totally oblivious. Apparently they'd all been in the same predicament at some point and time and could relate. After that, he made sure he kept well out of her way. The last thing he wanted was upset Dick, and a man sporting a constant hard-on around Dick's girlfriend was bound to upset him. So he made sure he and Kory were never alone together. So far it'd been working. It wasn't like they saw each other all that often any way, so it was easy to avoid her. Besides, she was in love with Dick so anything other than friendship between Kory and Jason was a pipe dream. Now if he could get his errant dick to understand that, that'd be a step in the right direction.

Realizing there was no use in sitting in bed fantasizing about a woman he could never have, Jason slowly pried Donna from his side and carefully got out of bed. Taking a quick look to see if Donna was awake, he slipped on his boxers, deciding against getting fully dressed. He'd do that right before he woke Donna and let her know he was leaving. Glancing at the clock, he saw that he time before the 5 o'clock limit he set for himself, so he decided to get something to eat since his stomach started protesting noisily.

Padding softly through the room to the door, Jason opened it a crack and looked around cautiously. The hallway was quiet and dark. Opening the door fully, he slipped through it and pulled it tight behind him, and then wearing nothing but his boxers and socks, he tipped silently down the hallway for the kitchen.

When he got there, he marveled at how clean the kitchen was. Everywhere he looked he was greeted with clean shiny appliances and polished wood cabinets. Everything in its place, not like his place where chaos ruled supreme.

Grabbing a paper plate left over from the party, Jason headed for the refrigerator. Opening the door, he looked around for something to tempt his taste buds. Unlike his refrigerator, this one was well stocked, clean and filled with all kinds of good stuff. His refrigerator on the other hand was in a sad state. He had a carton of spoiled milk, something that looked like vegetables in the crisper, three eggs of unknown date, and soda. Everything in his freezer was unmarked and thus unidentifiable, so who knew what was in there. Being able to looking in a fridge and actually see what you were eating was a real treat.

Settling on fixing a sandwich, he grabbed a pack of Ham, Swiss cheese, a tomato, lettuce and a Coke. Taking it all to the counter, he grabbed a loaf of bread out of the breadbox, found a knife and proceeded to create a masterpiece sure to appease his hunger. He was halfway done when he realized he forgot the Miracle Whip. After all, "What is a sandwich without the rich and tangy zip of Miracle Whip?" Laughing at that bit of commercial stupidity, he opened the refrigerator again and began to hunt for the condiment, half in and half out of the open door. So intent on looking for the Miracle Whip, he never heard the soft pad of bare feet on the tiled floor, alerting him to the fact he was no longer alone.




Bachelorette Party



"Jason?"

Startled, he pulled up so quickly he bumped his head against the inside of the refrigerator, shaking the racks and banging all hell out of his head. He couldn't prevent the muffled "Shit" that escaped his lips as he turned around and found Kory standing besides him looking worried.

Mayonnaise in one hand and rubbing the back of his head with the other, Jason stared at her in shock. She was standing by the refrigerator with her hair mussed from sleep, wearing nothing but a short thigh length lavender silk robe that revealed more than it concealed. She looked sexy and sleepy, like a kitten and he suddenly felt his body respond.

No, no, no, no! Not now. Desperately wanting to run and hide, but knowing there was no where to go, he lowered the arm holding the mayonnaise in front of him, hoping to disguise his rapidly hardening dick while he mentally prepared to answer some difficult questions.

Walking over to him, Kory removed the hand rubbing his head and stared at the spot he just bumped. "Are you ok?" she asked, staring at the top of his head, concern apparent in her voice.

Not the question he expected, but one he was glad to answer. "Yeah...I'm fine. You just startled me, that's all." It's over; it's all over, he thought. I am so busted.

Leaning over and lightly rubbing his scalp with her fingertips, Kory searched through his hair for any visible signs of serious damage to his skull. As hard as he banged his head, she was scared he might have concussed himself, but she didn't find any bruising or cuts so she figured he'd live. Lowering her hand, Kory gave him the news. "Good news is you didn't hit your head hard enough to do any damage."

Raising one bushy eyebrow, Jason grunted. "And the bad news?"

Grinning at him, Kory said. "You'll have a bump. Not bad huh?"

Mumbling under his breath, Jason breathed. "It's the least I deserved, jumping like a burglar caught in the act." Turning away, he grabbed the sandwich and brought it to the table in the middle of the kitchen, along with the knife and mayonnaise and sat down. Lifting a slice of bread, Jason took the knife and started to spread mayonnaise on it. He figured he might as well eat. This could be his last meal, so he may as well enjoy it. Taking a seat, he picked up the sandwich and looked to the tall alien standing by the refrigerator and sighed. "I guess you're wondering why I'm still here, huh?"

Pulling out a chair, she sat down opposite him and said. "Actually, I'm not. I know why you're still here."

Surprised, Jason could barely talk. "You do?"

Folding her arms across her ample chest, Kory said. "It's kinda obvious, Jason. Why else would you be standing in my kitchen with nothing but your boxers and socks on?"

Floored, there was nothing he could say, but he tried to explain anyway. "Kory, I know this looks strange, but I can explain. It's not what it looks like."

Raising one thin auburn eyebrow, she questioned. "Oh? Looks like you slept with Donna," she then pointed at the food, "and then got hungry. Exactly what part did I get wrong?"

"Ah…"

Laughing, Kory got up and went to the fridge and grabbed an apple, biting into it with strong white teeth before swallowing and shaking it at him. "Give it up, Jason. When I came in from dropping the ladies off, I went to knock on Donna's door, to let her know I got in safely and saw that the door was opened a crack, so I took a peek inside and got the surprise of my life. Imagine what a treat it was to see my best friend participating in some wonderful sex, and I got to watch!", she said excitedly.

Dropping his head in his hands, he groaned under his breath. "Oh no…" It was over, totally over. Unless… "Kory, this can't get out." Jason pleaded earnestly. "Donna shouldn't pay for my stupidity, please, please don't tell anyone about what happened, especially not Dick!" he asked, blue eyes begging green franticly.

Kory was staring at him as if he lost his mind. "X'Hal! Why in the world would I say something? It was her choice, though I was surprised that she chose it. I never thought she was the type for flings and affairs. I still don't for that matter." she told him seriously. "I know Donna loves Terry and that if this got out, the wedding would be off. I also know that my boyfriend is an ace detective and the worst snoop on the planet and would totally blow this out of proportion, so don't worry. I won't say anything. I want this wedding to happen too."

Dragging his hand through his short brown hair, he relaxed, grateful that at least one thing would go right for once. When Kory gave her word, she would die keeping it. Picking up his sandwich, he took a bite and was chewing it before it hit him. Kory watched. Kory had watched him screwing her best friend. Looking up at her in growing horror, he tried the swallow; sure he was going to choke on either embarrassment or the food that suddenly hung up in his chest. Coughing, Jason painfully swallowed before he managed to croak. "You saw us?"

Smiling at his shock, her solid green eyes twinkling, she teased, "Oh yes…I wondered how long it would take you to come back to that. I came in and raised my hand to knock on the door when I saw it was ajar, so I peeked inside and saw the two of you emulating porn stars."

"OH GOD!"

Dropping his sandwich, he promptly placed his head back in his hands, wishing he could melt through the floor. He's never been so embarrassed in his life. Just when he thought the night couldn't get any worse, Kory proved him wrong. He could just imagine what she saw. If he weren't sure Donna would be too sore for more sport, he'd have been back in her as soon as his dick got hard again and Kory really would have gotten an eyeful. No doubt, what she had seen was enough for a feature length porno.

Not lifting his head, Jason moaned softly. "I've never been so embarrassed in my life!"

Growing impatient with his attitude, Kory asked him sharply. "What are you embarrassed about? You had sex, good sex with a consenting woman. Why are you acting like the world is gonna end?"

Blinking up at her, he slowly began, "She's to be married in two days…"

"So? Just because she had sex with you doesn't mean she doesn't love Terry. It was sex. Just sex!! X'Hal! You humans and your silly hang-ups, especially about sex, confuse me no end."

"Are you saying it's not a big deal?" he asked, watching her green eyes kindle.

"No, I'm not saying that. For humans, no doubt, it could be a life destroying thing, but Tamaraneans tend to see things differently."

Now that got his attention. "Differently?"

Nodding at him, she explained. "Tamaraneans view sex in the same way Earthlings view friendship. We make love when and where we please, to whom we please without all the taboos and handicaps that govern Earthling's actions. To us there is no shame in making love to someone you're not married to, no shame in making love in public, or being a voyeur, or in exhibitionism, or same sexed romances. It's certainly not a sin to make love to two or three men or women or having them make love to you." Taking another bite from the apple, Kory chewed thoughtfully for a minute, then pick up where she left off. "Sex is a wonderful and natural part of life. As long as it's mutually pleasurable and consenting, then it's a beautiful expression of love, and love is the most important thing for a Tamaranean."

"Must be great to be able to throw convention to the wind and do whatever feels right. I doubt I'd be able too. I worry too much…about everything." He confided.

"Oh, I don't know. Seems like you did alright a few hours ago." Kory pointed out.

Jason couldn't help but blush at that. Nervously, he ran his hands through his neatly trimmed brown hair. "Yeah…I guess you're right," and picked up the sandwich and took a bite.

Kory sat, watching him eat and thinking. She couldn't have asked for a better opportunity. Jason Hart was halfway there and hoping already. She was sure he wanted her, despite what he thought, he wasn't quite fast enough to disguise his rapidly hardening flesh from her view. She had seen him and the desire from earlier returned in full force.

Kory always believed in being honest, with herself and others, and the truth was, Kory wanted Jason, that she wanted the very same thing Donna wanted-a night of extraordinary sex without all the emotional entanglements that followed.

Suddenly Kory knew what she would do, tired of debating it. Why not? Jason was handsome, horny and available. He was also a friend and what better way to strengthen a friendship then through the bonds of sex? Waiting until Jason finished his sandwich; Kory set her plan in motion.

Jason was getting more nervous by the second. Kory was just sitting there staring at him like he was candy and she wanted to eat him. Don't you wish flyboy. I didn't know you've taken to deluding yourself. Jason thought sarcastically. What could she possible want with you when she had Dick and eighty percent of the population panting after her? She would never cheat on Dick so quit dreaming. You have no chance so stop drooling.

Yeah, easier said than done. It was a good thing he was sitting down because his dick was still hard and was certain to stay that way since Kory was in no rush to leave. But man…she was beautiful, Jason thought even as he finished up the last of his sandwich.

Leaning back in his chair, sated, Jason stretched and turned to look the clock on the stove. 3:36. He still had over an hour to kill but he was too restless to go back to the bedroom, but knew he needed to get dressed. He just prayed that Donna didn't wake up, because if she did, all bets would be off is she even hinted at wanting him again. He'd be in her so fast he'd probably leave skid marks on the sheet. Cutting his eyes at Kory, he figured she'd be the better bet but decided he couldn't tempt her, so he stood instead, taking his paper plate, the mayonnaise and knife from the table and placing them in their proper place.

Kory figured it was just about show time, pushing back from the table, she stood and walked slowly toward the unsuspecting Jason.

Jason was trying to come up with something too lame to say before excusing himself and going to dress before he embarrassed himself further when he saw Kory walking toward him. There was a certain gleam in her wide pupilless green eyes that made him uneasy, even as it excited him. Feeling vulnerable in his boxers and socks, Jason folded his arms across his chest and backed up a step when Kory stopped in front of him. Wide green eyes noticed the reaction.

"Uh…something the matter Kory?" Jason asked, and backed up again as Kory took another step and he felt the hard smooth edge of the countertop against his back. Trapped and feeling like prey all of a sudden, Jason didn't know what to think. Why was Kory crowding him all of a sudden? Better yet, why was Kory smiling?

Seeing the confused look on Jason's face, Kory stepped closer until they were face to face, barely touching and extended one slim golden finger and trailed it from the top of Jason's shoulder to where it was blocked by his folded arms.

Kory moved in for the kill.

"Yes Jason, something is the matter," she said teasingly, pressing her ample chest against his arms and brushing her hardening nipples against them. "And I think you know how to take care of it." She reached up and pulled his head down for a searing kiss.

Jason was so shocked that all he could do was stand there with his mouth open and his arms hanging limply at his side. Kory took advantage quickly and used his shock to deepen the kiss. Using her tongue to sweep inside and taste him. Moaning softly into his mouth, Kory tried to get closer, pressing them together as if she was stuck to him.

As soon as he felt Kory's tongue, the last of Jason's shock faded and he gave the Princess back her kiss and then some. Grabbing Kory's hips, Jason slowly dragged her across his hard penis, giving them both a thrill. Questions didn't matter, answers didn't matter either. All that mattered was that he was being kissed and kissed good. He wasn't sure what made Kory kiss him, but he wasn't about to argue.

Two minutes and a lot of tongue later, they came up for air and Jason was finally able to stutter some questions out. "Kory? What was that about? Not that I didn't like it, but…why?

Raising one thin auburn eyebrow, Kory licked her lips and huskily replied. "Because I wanted to Jason. When I came in tonight and saw you with Donna, I stood in the doorway watching and wondered what it would feel like to make love to you, but doubted it would happen. When I found you in the kitchen and saw the desire you couldn't hide, I decided that if I could manage it, then we would be lovers." Lifting her face and lovingly nipping at his bottom lip, Kory murmured. "That is…if you're willing of course."

If he was willing? Hell yeah he was willing! He'd never been more willing in his life! He couldn't believe it, he absolutely couldn't fucking believe it. Kory wanted him. He was about to make love to another hot woman; another Titan's babe and he planned to enjoy this immensely, but first;

"What about Dick?"

"He can 't join this party if that's what you're asking."

Smiling at her peeved tone, Jason cupped her face in his hands and stared deep into her eyes. "No, that's not what I meant, even if that would be a kinky party. I meant what's gonna happen between you and he."

Staring at him squarely, Kory shrugged. "Nothing. I'm not going to tell him, not unless I have to, and you aren't either. There's no reason to tell him, just like there's no reason to tell Terry. This will be our secret. Promise?"

"Yeah, promise. Its not like I want to be stalked into a dark ally and beaten the hell out of…in either case." Jason said dryly.

Kory laughed. "That's not likely to happen, but just so we won't have any surprise visits, can we move this some place a little more private Mr. Hart?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Then let's go." Kory grabbed his hand and led him back down the dimly lit corridor and to her bedroom door. Taking a peek at Donna's closed door, Kory turned her doorknob and pushed Jason in and quickly followed. Safely inside, Kory closed the door and turned to lock it. She doubted that she needed to, because Donna was such a heavy sleeper, but caution never hurt anyone. Last thing she needed was Donna walking in on her.

When Kory turned back around, Jason had seated himself on the end of her king sized bed, looking around the room. Kory started walking toward him, giving him a nice long look at her legs as they flashed from beneath the silk robe. "See anything you like?"

"I see plenty I like. Why don't you hurry on over so I can show you?"

"How about I show you instead?" Kory stopped by the side of the bed and slowly began opening her robe, teasingly parting the sash and allowing it to open slightly exposing a narrow strip of flesh that stopped at the tops of her thighs. One spot in particular Jason couldn't pull his eyes from.

"Kory…" he said, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer. "You shave?"

"Shave?" she repeated.

Gently placing his finger on her lower belly and slid it downward until it reached the top of her pubic mound, Jason cupped her in his hands, thumb extended, enclosing her entirely. "Yeah, Shave. You have no public hair, none Kory. You're as smooth as a baby's bottom love."

That wasn't the only thing smooth about her and Jason wanted to feel it all. He uncurled his hand and slowly inserted a finger, then two into her, rubbing against her inner wall, cause a most pleasing friction inside. Taking his thumb, he placed it right above her clitoris and pressed. The sound she made was gratifying.

"Oooohhh…. Jason that felt wonderful. Do it again!" She demanded and grabbed his shoulders so she could brace herself. She could barely stand, much less think with Jason's talented fingers and thumbs working her over so. Didn't he ask her a question?

Gasping as Jason's fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot, Kory managed to answer him, barely. "Tamaraneans, ah…only grow hair…oh X'hal, yes, yes…on their head and…ooooooh, and face," she said in a rush.

"Nice," he said, and then with his free hand, he pushed her robe off her shoulders and wrapped his lips around one hard coral nipple.

" X'hal!" Kory panted. "Jason, lets lay down baby…so I can reach you properly!"

Releasing his prize with one last loving lick and flick of his fingers, Jason freed her, but knew this wasn't the end. Not by a long shot.

Dizzy with excitement, Kory easily fell onto the bed and pulled Jason along with her. She felt his large hands cup her buttocks, pulling her tightly against him. Her control almost gone, Kory threw her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to her full red lips, kissing him passionately. Between them, she felt his massive length twitch eagerly beneath his boxers, pressing roughly against the smooth flat muscles of her stomach. It was like a dagger stabbing at her, and in the whirling vortex of her sexual excitement she wanted Jason to stab her until she lost all consciousness.

"Take off your clothes," he panted.

"No, you do it," she answered softly. Sexual excitement had taken complete control of her mind and body until she was as much a slave to the desire as he was and Kory wouldn't have it any other way. They were two people in the midst of a desire that had to be quenched.

Jason impatiently tugged the robe from her shoulders and tossed it to the floor. Neither saw where it landed, too intent on each other to notice. Her nipples were already hard from earlier and now exposed, tightened even more at the touch of the cool night air.

Jason's jaw dropped at the sight of Koriand'r's enormous bare breasts. She grinned widely at this not unexpected reaction, although it sometimes confused her, she'd gotten used to it. Other women, human women, had breasts as large as hers, ok maybe Power girl was the only super heroine who even came close, but for some reason hers seemed to have their own gravitational field. Science

"God Kory…you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Jason murmured appreciatively, and stood up to remove his boxers and socks, but she stopped him with a touch. Kory then sat up in bed and wrapped her long slender arms around his thick, heavily muscled thighs.

"Oh yeah?" Kory teased. "It's good to know I'm attractive to you or all this would be in vain, love." Hugging his thick legs tightly, she felt the tremendous throbbing bulge of his rigid cock press against her flushed cheek and decided to give Jason a sample of her skills. Pulling her head back, Kory slid her hand up his muscular thigh until she grasped his ridged flesh, squeezing and caressing him to the point of madness and loving every minute of it. Kory spared a thought for her boyfriend, but it was far too late for regrets now. She was committed. There was nothing in the world but Jason's hard throbbing flesh, the flesh she was gently stroking with her hand…a driving shaft that would relieve all the sexual frustration of the night.

She squeezed the rigid spear again, and kissed it through the silk of his boxers, eager for the taste of him. She pushed his hand away from the top of his boxers and reached inside to touch him. His whole body shuddered when she wrapped her hands around him and, gently caressing him under the silk. It was hot, so hot, she thought with amazement, still stroking his hard penis and was gratified to hear Jason moan above her,

"Kory…" Jason could only moan her name, as she softly felt him, caressed him. Impatient with the silk blocking her full access, Jason quickly slid the boxers over his hips and down his legs and stepped out of them, and tossing them to the side. Kory never released him.




Bachelorette Party



Stacey covered her mouth as the crowd of females emerged from their various hiding places with a shout of "Surprise!" She had heard of surprise birthday parties, but not surprise bachelorette parties.

The girls came up to her one-by-one and offered congratulations on her upcoming wedding. She glowered at Megan, her best friend, who wore a smile indicating she was the mastermind of the affair. Stacey strictly instructed to her friends and co-workers that she didn't want a big to-do party. She liked the sentiment, but knew her friends too well. They would get her drunk, and embarrass her beyond belief. She wasn't sure exactly what they would do, but she suspected some of the gifts awaiting her in a nice little pile would be a little "too mature" for her innocent nature. With the wedding this upcoming weekend, she thought her wishes had been honored.

Megan guided her into the family room. She had indeed planned the entire affair, despite her Stacey's wishes. Surely no harm could come from it! All they need was a couple of hours to spend their fun. Then, Stacey would be off to dinner with her fiancée, John, and they would all laugh about it at the wedding. Only three days until the major event. Megan knew she could never let her conservative, shy friend tie the knot without a shocking send off. Of course, all the other girls agreed. They looked forward to this day more so than the actual wedding itself.

Stacey sat next to the pile of presents. She would co-operate, though hesitantly. She began to open her presents and sip from a drink. The first item was a pair of red silk panties. She felt her face must have matched the color as she tore the tissue paper away from them. 

"How do you like them?" Megan asked with a smirk.

"They're very nice..." Stacey closed the box and set it beside her. She would wear them, in fact, she already wore similar pairs for John. But she was uncomfortable with her sexuality on display for her friends. Her embarrassment grew as she continued to open packages. As she opened bras, panties, and nighties, she grew more and more mortified as shouts of "That will get him hard." and "He's going to fuck you so good." cascaded from her peers mouths.

But she knew they were right. John loved her in lingerie, and she had to admit she could be quite striking in a skimpy, silky outfit. She was a petite woman, extraordinarily thin and delicate. Her breasts were shapely and firm, and seemed large in comparison to her small frame. John had insisted in her wearing lingerie shortly after they began having sex, and she was content to titillate his desires in privacy. But showing off her body or the garments she barely covered it with was never her style. She spoke little of her and John's sex life, and never inquired about others'.

Stacey took and deep breath and brushed back her shoulder-length black hair as she forced herself to continue. She opened the next box with the same trepidation, but was relieved to see a red dress beneath the tissue.

"That's for your dinner tonight." Megan informed her.

Uh-oh. Stacey lifted the dress out of the box. First she noticed the slimness of the outline. This would fit very tightly on even her. Then she noticed the hemline. This dress was short. VERY short. She had never worn anything this daring before. She figured it would barely cover the essentials, and getting out of a car would be tricky.

"Come on, put it on!" The cries gained a chorus amongst the spectators. "Put it on! Put it on!"

"Yes, put it on." Megan told her. "Let's see how beautiful you'll look for John tonight.

What was worse? Putting on the skimpy dress or continuing with the presents? She really didn't want to go out in public in such an outfit, but she knew her friends wouldn't let her leave until she had at least tried it on. 

"Fine." she stood up with the dress and almost lost her balance. The alcohol was stronger than she realized! She started to head for the bathroom when a nearby friend held up one of the boxes.

"Put these on, too."

Stacey took the box, knowing it contained a rather racy and rather lacy set of bra and panties. Were they going to make her pull up her skirt to prove she had put them on? She didn't put it past them. She headed for the bathroom.

The girls giggled and laughed at Stacey's stunned expressions as she dressed quietly down the hall. 

"Did you see her hands when she opened the teddy?"

"That was priceless!" Megan answered. "The girl really needs to open up. She doesn't know what she's got when it comes to her looks and we wouldn't want her to disappoint John, now would we."

"Do you think she'll wear any of this for him?"

"She will. And I bet she'll be surprised to find out how much she enjoys it."

"It's funny seeing her squirm."

"Just waited." Megan said with a gleaming eye. "It gets better..."

Stacey returned to the party in absolute radiance. The dress hugged her body to perfection, and left no doubt as to the exact shape of her curves. Her breasts seemed molded into the rounded top, and her legs announced themselves with a sheer sexuality. The dress cut off about two inches below her crotch, and tightly squeezed her hips.

The girls proclaimed their admiration and approval. "John is going to be very happy tonight." said one. "I'm not sure they'll make it to the restaurant!" said the other.

Stacey felt flush with the comments. Some of it was from embarrassment, but most of it was excitement. "We're not having sex before the wedding." she informed the group. Indeed, it had been two weeks since their last lovemaking. Stacey knew the wedding night would be fantastic, but knew her body was pushing it's limits by waiting so long.

She sat on her knees as she reached for the remaining two presents. She tore of the wrapping and just about fainted at its contents. She held in her hand a twelve inch dildo.

The girls erupted in laughter. Stacey quickly dropped the gift and reached for the last one. The girls watched her, still laughing, as she opened the last gift. Once again her conscious almost fled her as she opened a vibrator. 

"You might need some company when John goes on business trips!" Megan barely made out the words through her laughs.

Stacey felt stunned with embarrassment. She had never used such devices, and hated the thought of the girls thinking she would use these. She rose to her feet. Megan picked up the vibrator.

"See, the batteries go right in here." she turned on the instrument, and the girls laughed as it buzzed.

"Keep that away from me!" Stacey turned her head.

"What's the matter? Afraid?" Megan held the vibrator in one hand, the dildo in the other. She moved towards Stacey. 

Stacey shrieked and stepped away. She retreated into the sun room, which connected to the family room by a sliding glass door.

"Quit it!" she laughed as she stepped back. She was embarrassed, but did appreciate the humor involved. Megan stood a few feet from her in the sun room. She placed the two intimidating objects on a small glass table.

"Ok. Stay right there. We have one more present." Megan walked back to the family room.

Stacey stood as the girls separated from the window. "Come on. It's time." Megan yelled.

Stacey's mouth dropped as a large muscular man made his way into the sun room. She knew immediately what he was here for. She heard a 'click' from the glass door. 

"Hey!" she yelled.

"Sorry!" Megan yelled through the glass. "We knew you would try to run, so we have to lock you in!"

"But don't worry! We still have a perfect view!" one of Megan's cohorts added.

The man walked to a small boom box and turned on some cheesy music.

"Hi, I'm Dan" he said as he started to move his body.

Stacey was frozen as she looked at him. He was dressed in a white, rugged-looking shirt that was already half unbuttoned. His pecs flinched with his movements. The jeans he wore were about two sizes too small.

Stacey looked for another way out. There was one more door, off to the side. But it was conveniently blocked by a sofa.

"Hey, don't you like me?" Dan brushed his hand across her arm as he gyrated his hips. Stacey smiled and looked away. Dan undid the rest of his shirt and cast it away. The hooting of the girls on the other side of the glass was quite audible as Dan flexed his pecs and biceps.

Stacey looked at the man's definition. She was definitely in good shape, but she felt too embarrassed to be impressed. Besides, the alcohol was making her woozy. She sat down in a nearby wicker chair.

"That's it, baby." Dan moved towards her, humping the air in front of her face. Stacey looked right through him, wishing the event was over.

"Hey." Dan lifted her chin. "Pay attention." She didn't respond. He leaned down, resting his hands on the arms of the chair. Stacey's hands were in her lap, but her upper arms still made contact with his biceps. She smelled musky cologne on him, and noticed his muscles had been slightly oiled. They did look good.

"You're hurting my feelings, you know. Don't you think I'm cute?"

Stacey looked at his face. It was rugged and quite handsome. His hair was as black as hers, and contained a small amount of gel. 

"I'm sorry. I'm just not in to this kind of thing."

"Oh. I see." Dan stood up. "Well, let's try something then." He went to the mini-fridge and pulled out some champagne. They had obviously planned for difficulties. He quickly poured her a drink, which she took and began sipping. She needed something to get her through this!

"Ok. Here it goes. We are going to play a game. And I am going to get you very, I mean VERY, horny."

Stacey was shocked by his statement. Did strippers normally say these kinds of things?

"I want you to wear this." he handed her a blindfold. "Now, I'm going to touch you. You have to guess what I touched you with. OK?" She looked confused. "If you get five right, I'll let you walk out of here. No stripping. But--" his eyes locked on hers. "For everyone you get wrong, I'm going to take something off. And at five, I win." He was already shirtless. How much more could he have on?

Stacey was feeling to drunk to argue. She let him slip the blindfold over her. She took another drink, shook her head at the ridiculous music, and waited.

She felt something pushing against her right arm. It was rounded, small, and a bit warm.

"Your finger." she said.

"Very good. One down."

Another object pressed itself against her cheek. This was fabric of some kind.

"Your shirt."

"Good. Very good."

She smiled. This wasn't so bad! She would be out of this in no time! She felt something touch her knee. She jerked it slightly, aware of its bare state. The object was warm and soft. What was it? The pressure felt interesting as it sat motionless on her flesh. Her nerves started to tingle in the area.

"Your elbow." 

"Nope. The palm of my hand." She lifted her blindfold to see he wasn't lying. His palm rested on her knee, the fingers outstretched above her thigh.

"That's one for me." 

She dropped the blindfold as his hand left her. Funny, the area seemed a bit vacant. She stared at the darkness, wondering what part of his sculpted body was becoming more exposed. He did have shoes on, she noticed that. Maybe they came off first. She heard the girls laugh and hoot. They were certainly enjoying this moment, in more ways than one!

A new feeling touched her. She squirmed as it made contact about midway up her thigh. This was getting a bit close! What was it? It was smooth, sleek, and neither warm or cold. She shifted her legs slightly, uncomfortable at the touch. Her squeezed them together, making sure he didn't get any ideas about where to touch her next.

What was it? She thought about the objects in the room. What did he bring? What was already here?

"A cassette case." 

"Wrong." she lifted the blindfold and saw an unused wine glass indenting her thigh. His had hovered an inch above her crotch. 

Wait! What was this other feeling? He hadn't touched her again, but a warm sensation spread between her legs. Her conscious mind blocked out her next thought. She hoped he touched her legs again.

A cold, moist sensation came next. Directly on her lower lip. The chill spread down her body, causing a slight quake. The sensation was also smooth, and it moved across her lip. What was that cold? She hurriedly tried to think of an answer as she noticed something she didn't want to: Her nipples slightly hardened.

She moved her tongue to the lip. Aha!

"The champagne bottle!"

"You are correct, beautiful lady." She smiled at her realization of her taste of the champagne. And at his compliment. She began to wonder where the next touch would come. It seemed longer it arriving than the previous ones. She felt her body tingling with anticipation. Where would it come? Would he dare touch somewhere private? And why was she getting hot?

The touches were definitely farther apart. He must be running out of ideas... a soft, moist, warm touch came against the back of her leg. 

Stacey gasped and felt her chest heave slightly. She didn't know what it was, but she liked it. She didn't answer, she didn't have an answer. The touch was well down her leg, but upset her anyway. Then she knew what it was. His tongue. He gotten down on the floor. She wasn't mad that he used his tongue. She was mad because she wished he had used it higher...

She started to speak, but realized her voice would crack. She composed herself. 

"Your tongue?"

She heard his voice from the floor. "Correct."

Four down. Only one more. 

She heard him circling. The scent of his cologne spread over her, making her feel dreamy. She imagined him in the darkness in various states of undress. She had gotten two wrong. What had he taken off with those mistakes? 

The next touch was something long. It's length began at her navel, and continued up her stomach. He was bending it against her. The feeling crept upwards. Now it was between her breasts. "Oh God," she thought to herself as she drew in a breath. She felt her heart beating hard in her chest, and half expected Dan to throw her to the floor at any moment. She shouldn't have changed into this outfit! She was all too aware of how tightly the dress covered her body. Dan must have noticed the creamy flesh of her cleavage, and the enticing shape the curves took underneath the red fabric. And he must of have noticed her legs. She wondered if he was trying to look up her skirt as she sat there with her eyes closed. She had squeezed her legs together, but couldn't feel the dress on her legs anymore. Her body seemed so hot and tingly. The alcohol must be altering her sensation. She moved her hand down to her legs. Sure enough, the skirt portion of the dress had slid up. Dan could see her panties, she was sure of it. 

The object had made contact with her sternum, and finally stopped near her collarbone. Where was his grasp? The item was placed perfectly in her cleavage. But his hand couldn't be there without touching her breasts. But she felt no fingers indenting the soft flesh. No warmth perceptible above the cut of the dress. She felt she could see Dan in the darkness. His eyes were focused on her squeezed legs and the small amount of panty fabric wedged in between. He was going to touch her there. She knew it. His hands were close, so close...

Why was she thinking about his fingers and hands? They weren't important to the game. She had to guess this object. And ignore her erect nipples. Damn! Why were they like that? She wondered how well the dress hid them. Could he see protrusions through the fabric tightly on her? He would think she was aroused, which she wasn't! No! She couldn't be aroused. But as she thought about her body, and the visibility of her panties and nipples, she began to wonder if Dan could control himself.

She forced her mind to the objects in the room. What could be long and solid. His penis. No! It couldn't be that! No, he wouldn't use THAT! It was the dildo! It was this long, it was this hard. If it was his penis, it would be warm. This wasn't. Besides, he couldn't push his penis against her without his legs touching. And what about his testicles? Surely she would feel the hanging sack against her body. And what were the chances his penis was twelve inches? What were the chances this hot, built, man was naked in front of her right now?

She prepared to answer. It was the dildo, the fifth and final answer she needed for freedom. She opened her lips to speak.

"A corkscrew."

"Wrong."

She lifted the blindfold. Dan was standing in front of her wearing a silk pair of red bikini briefs. The color matched her dress. And her panties. A tight triangle of silk was clearly visible between her legs. She went to cover them, then stopped. She had given a wrong answer! What was going on! Dan removed the dildo from her chest and smiled at her. She looked down at his waist, expecting his hands to slide off the underwear. Her conscious mind ignored the bulge as she dropped the blindfold. 

Something soft against her lips. Soft and moist and warm. He was kissing her. His lips pressed against hers, without moving. Heat cascaded down her chest and concentrated between her legs. 

"A towel."

"Wrong."

She didn't lift the blindfold to verify. 

His hand cupped her breast.

She felt his hand grope her, his fingers moving into her flesh. She felt her nipple get squeezed between and then released. She realized the hoots of the women had subsided. The music had subsided the room was completely quiet as his fingers slipped under the dress and blatantly caressed the nipple.

"A cushion." her voice cracked above her breath. His hand left her. She remained frozen in the chair. She heard him move away, and the door wall open. 

"What are you doing? You can't touch her like that!" It was Megan.

She heard sounds, but could not realize exactly that Dan didn't answer and reached inside the door. She didn't see him grab the pole that wedged the door wall shut. She didn't know he then shut the door and used the pole to lock it from the outside. But the shouts and pounding on the glass let her know they were isolated in the sun room.

She felt another touch.

Against her cunt.

She thought she had closed her legs. But now they were open. Wide open. She knew her panties were visible. She knew the flesh of her thighs was visible right up to the point that it disappeared under the lace. She felt herself push against the object slightly and begin to moisten. The game was over. She had gotten five wrong. But she still wanted to play.

Her breath was coming hard. She struggled to make an intelligible sound. Any word would do. Any wrong word. "A telephone."

She heard a buzzing and felt a vibrating against her pussy. 

"Ohh!" she screamed above the pounding on the glass.

"That's it. You lose." Dan tore of the blindfold as he wedged the vibrator past her panties and into her cunt.

"Uhh! Uhh!" The sensations swirled between her legs and caused hips to pulse onto the instrument. Dan was above her, standing there with his muscles rippling. He was still in his briefs, but the tip of his cock extended out into plain view.

"Ill give you one more chance..." he closed his hand over her eyes. The vibrator shut off and a few seconds passed before a long, hard object inserted into her mouth. She closed her lips as it touched the back of her throat. Her hand moved to pull it out, and realized it was quite long, perhaps even twelve inches. She pulled it out, and with eyes still covered, gave her answer.

"The dildo."

The object moved into her mouth again and her eyes were freed. She noticed Dan's penis stretching from his loins to her mouth. She started sucking his cock.

"Stacey! Stop! Don't do this!" It was Megan. Too bad.

Stacey sucked, covering the tip with her saliva. She had lost, and knew she had to pay. Her head bobbed on the shaft, sucking and licking the length. She had lost, and knew she had to let him touch her with whatever he wanted wherever he wanted. 




Bachelorette Party



Dan pulled out of her mouth, and grabbed the new dress where it draped across her lovely cleavage. His biceps bulges as he tore the fabric apart, exposing her breasts in the new bra.

"Uh!" Stacey's voice uttered with the action. "Touch me. Oh, touch me!"

Dan unclasped the bra and began massaging her bobbing breasts. Her hard nipples ached when his hands left them, and shot fire through her when he squeezed them. 

"What should I touch you with now? Tell me what you want, honey. Tell me so I can fuck you." he asked.

"Your mouth... use your mouth!"

Dan obliged as bit her left nipple. Stacey shrieked and groaned as she grasped his head. Yes, she was going to fuck him. They were going to touch, then fuck. 

"Ohh! Ohh! Yes!" His tongue licked across the soft, round flesh, leaving a trail of glistening saliva between her cleavage.

"Your penis! Use your penis!"

Dan wedged his cock between her breasts. It was hard, and hot. She felt his fingers indent her skin as he rubbed it up and down. She squeezed them together, tightening the feel.

"Oh yeah, oh baby!" She felt touched by his voice as it drowned out Megan's cries of "Oh God, please stop!"

"Touch my vagina! Touch my vagina!" her choice of words still seemed innocent.

"It's your cunt."

"Touch my cunt! Touch my cunt!"

"Please! Remember John! He's going to be your husband!" Megan was pleading.

Stacey looked at her, then back at Dan. 

"Touch my cunt... Fuck my cunt."

Dan ripped the dress all the way down, leaving her atop it in nothing but her panties. She lifted her hips as he slid them off.

"Your tongue! Use your tongue!"

Dan pressed her passage open, and licked her dripping folds.

"Ohh yeah! Oh God!"

Dan flicked his tongue over her clit. Her body started pumping in the chair. She let herself cum into his face. Her head writhed with each flick, each motion of his tongue across, around, and into her pussy. She gripped her hair in her hands, then squeezed her breasts, then Dan's hair as her body illuminated with sensation. She was aware of the girls watching, and she finally didn't care! She wanted them to see. She wanted everyone to see.

They almost fell over as she leaned back in the chair to receive his probes. Dan moved back, reached down, and picked up her naked body. She felt light in his arms. She put her arms around his neck, allowing his left hand to finger her pussy as he walked her to the glass door. She was in reverie, but noticed she was just a few feet from her friends. Dan set her down, an inch from the glass.

"Oohh, ohh!" she looked at their eyes as Dan fingered her. She stepped slightly in place as he pushed his fingers into her wetness. 

"Do you want to see him fuck me? Do you?" she screamed. "Fuck me, Dan! Fuck me!"

Dan pushed her against the glass. Her breasts shmooshed against the door, and Stacey watched her friends faces as Dan's cock thrust into her from behind. Some of them were crying. 

Megan was one of them. Her eyes locked on Stacey's face. Stacey returned the gaze, which moved up and down in her vision with Dan's thrusting cock. 

"Ohh, it's so fucking good! It's so fucking good!" she yelled as her breasts left imprints on the glass. Some of the girls turned away, unable to watch their gift penetrate sweet Stacey's pussy... unable to watch as her nipples pushed into her breasts as they mashed the glass... unable to watch as Stacey fucked away her wedding. Some watched in stunned silence, their guilt building with each hump like the strength of Stacey's building orgasm. 

"Uhh! Ohh! Uhh! God! Yes!" Stacey squirmed and managed to bring her hands to her breasts between humps. She squeezed her tits as an orgasm cascaded over her. Megan covered her ears as Stacey screamed her ecstasy. 

"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Pound my cunt! Ooh! Ohh, thank you, Megan. THANK YOU!!!"

"Ohh! Fuck yeah!" Dan screamed as his cock ejaculated its hot sperm into Stacey. He pulled out of her, allowing some to squirt onto the window. The cum ran down the glass in thin trickles. Stacey moved to the spot, wiping it away with her breasts. Dan pumped her some more with his remaining hardness. His tall, muscular body seemed to engulf Stacey's delicate frame. His penis threatened to shoot right through her. He humped her slowly as he smiled at Megan through the glass. Somehow, he knew he wasn't going to get paid. 

Stacey had grown limp after another minute fucking. Dan carried her to the chair, and rested her body in it. She sat with her eyes closed, rubbing herself in quiet fatigue.

Dan easily pushed the sofa aside from the outer door. He picked up Stacey once again, her nude body clutching him. Megan watched as her best friend was hoisted in the air. She noticed how beautiful she was as breasts bobbed with the motion and her cunt remained visible underneath her bent legs. She watched as Dan carried her out the door, just as nude as Stacey, and headed for Dan's car in the driveway. They were going to fuck again, but who knew where. Then she turned to her friends in the family room. They had to find new plans for the weekend...



Bachelorette Party



It started as a joke really. We were roommates and had been hanging out having a few drinks at a late night spot in town. Paul, myself and Adrianne. It was late and we were well into it. Anyway, a friend of Adrianne's at work was getting married and she wanted to have a bachelorette party for her at the apartment. She wanted to have something fun and wanted us out for the evening. We had agreed, but the evening kept returning to Paul's joke about having us be the strippers. We had all gone to nude beaches together and were pretty open around the apartment, so seeing each other in various forms of undress wasn't unusual for us. Needless to say, we ribbed Adrianne for most of the night about what we could do.

It really was a joke at first. 

Anyway, Saturday night came and Paul and I headed out to a movie. We had agreed to stay away until Adrianne called us and let us know the coast was clear. We headed out for a bite of food and then to a movie. It was a late one, and by the time the movie had ended, it was close to eleven. We checked out cell phones and still no call from Adrianne. Well, with nothing else to do, we figured we'd just head back to our favorite bar and wait it out. 

After two drinks we finally got a call. It was Adrianne and she sounded like she was whispering from the kitchen. She was in a panic. Apparently the strippers she hired never showed up. The girls that were there were starting to think the party was getting lame and Adrianne was in a tight spot. So when she asked in a joking manner we could tell she wasn't really joking. Paul was making it painful for her. Drawing it out, making her beg. Although funny at first, it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do. 

As Paul clicked his phone off, he was grinning at me. "Well stud, you probably have an idea of what she wants."

"Let me guess, the strippers didn't show and she wants us to put on a show for them."

"You game? Sounds like that Tracy woman is getting pretty nasty to Adrianne and she needs to save face."

"So what would we have to do?"

"Well, the two guys she hired were supposed to strip and jerk off for them." 

"You've got to be kidding me." I laughed to myself. Not sure if I was up for it.

"She needs us to do the same." He shrugged. 

"Come on man, it'll be fun. All we have to do is do a little dance, make it sexy, and jerk off."

It didn't take much, but we each did a shot before heading out to save our friend and get off in front of a bunch of drunk women. 

When we got to our place, we could hear the music going and the women bitching to each other. We knocked and Adrianne opened the doors. We didn't know any of the women in there, and from what Adrianne told them, we were strippers, not roommates. 

Well, we walked in and the women quieted down. There were about six of them and they were eyeing us like pieces of meat. She didn't even have to tell us which one was the bitch who was putting Adrianne on the spot. Tracy was the first to speak. 

"Is this the best the agency could do? They'd better make up for it in their performance." 

Adrianne had a pleading look in her eye when she turned to us. Which is why Paul spoke.

"Sorry for the delay ladies. And don't worry about the performance. We aim to please."

Now, Paul and I aren't slackers in the body department. We're not cut strippers from Chipendales, but we do okay. We work out quite a bit and are nicely toned. 

Anyway, the women turned on some sexy music and got settled onto one of the couches and started with the calls. 

It was showtime. So Paul and I took our shoes off and started to dance. Paul pulled my t-shirt over his head and spun it around before letting it go toward the women. I started to undo a few buttons of my pants. I was already hard with the excitement when Tracy opened her mouth. 

"We didn't bring two guys to strip alone. Come on, what about helping each other."

God, she was a bitch.

So Paul looks at me and reaches over for my T-shirt. He pulls it over my head and throws it at the women.

They all went wild and started cheering. Which eggs Paul on to grab my nipples with his fingers. And pull them for their viewing pleasure. We both try to ham it up a bit and the women were loving it. So I go back to unbuttoning my pants. I lie on the ground on my back and raise my feet in the air. Pulling my pants off and letting the women see my bikini clad ass. 

I'm on all fours and am watching Paul pouring shots of tequila for the already alcohol fueled women. One of the girls comes and gives me a shot then swats my ass. It was getting out of control but also fueling everyone onward. And that was something both Paul and I needed.

By the time Paul returned to the center of the room his pants were unbuttoned and he was taking them off. I meanwhile kept dancing in my black briefs. Paul of course wore no underwear, and the women went wild at his now bare cock. He stroked if once or twice for show then grabbed the sides of my underwear and yanked them down. 

So there we were. We'd done it. We were both naked with rock hard cocks in front of Adrianne's office workers. It was insane and ridiculous, but at the same time, hot as hell to be jerking my cock for half a dozen women. They were cat calling us and telling us to stroke it. Everyone was having a great time, or so it seemed.

But then there came that voice from hell. Tracy yells out, telling us she wanted to see us stroke each other. I glanced at Adrianne and could tell she just wanted to die. Well, without a pause, Paul stands behind me and grabs my cock. His own standing erect to my right as his hand reaches around me. 

I couldn't believe it. I could feel his hand sliding up and down on my cock as his own just pressed against my side. I couldn't do anything except grab it and hold it. 

Adrianne covered her eyes, amazed at what we were doing and the girls went silent for a moment before going absolutely nuts. The names they were calling us made us both feel like complete sluts. We were humiliated whores for them to watch. Paul's other hand reached around and grabbed my nuts for the ladies to see and I started fingering my nipple as I stroked his cock. 

I could feel myself start to build up a load to cum as Paul continued to stroke me. And yes, we both had the same thing in mind. I could tell what he was doing. Aiming straight at Tracy. I didn't have to try hard to cum, with my fingers on my nipples and his on my cock and balls, with all the women screaming I shot a long white load right on Tracy's chest. The second went a little lower and lands on her stomach and streams to her crotch.

There was silence. And Tracy's face went from shock to furious. All the other women went crazy, laughing and screaming. Adrianne's face showed it all. She loved it most. But Tracy. Well. She touches a glob on her chest and stands up, smearing it across my lips and face. 

"See how you like it, you twink." She glares at me.

Well it is mine I guess, so I lick it in from my lips. I'm not about to let her have the last say, so I kneel down and take a long, slow, sexy lick at the strand on her crotch. It was just as I expected it to be. Stringy, sticky, slimy, salty. All the "s" words that sperm could generate. But knowing I had taken this woman one step further was worth it, even if it meant humiliating myself. 

It was better than anything I could have done and I knew I had won. I knew Adrianne would come out on top. Which is why I did what I did next. I reached out for Paul's cock and opened my mouth for it. I sucked him in and went as far as I could. My lips pulling against his meat as I pulled back. My lips cascading off the tip. 

I knew what I was doing and why I was doing it. I loved the control of the humiliation. It was why some people find power through submission I guess. It was taking things further than anyone ever thought. I used my tongue to lick up and down the bottom of his cock, feeling his veins run past my tongue. I even went down to his balls as I stroked him.

I couldn't even tell, nor did I care, what Paul was doing. It was all about sucking his cock. My mouth continued to run up and down his meat, my tongue continued to roll around his shaft and head. God it was great. I could even feel the women put their hands on my ass as I sucked him. 

And when he came, I pulled back so that he came on my face and chest. And then I just fell back onto the floor and started to stroke my now hard cock for everyone to watch. I was a complete slut, looking at the women, watching their eyes behind lusty faces as I stroked my cock, my balls, even played with my ass. 

Adrianne was shocked, and when I came the second time, it was in a load that covered my hand and my cock in sperm. 

After everything happened, Paul and I collected the $500 dollars that was meant for the strippers and left for the bar. Apparently the party ended pretty much after my last scene because we only had enough time for one drink. We were pretty quiet about the whole thing, not really sure where to take it. Lost in our own thoughts about what had just happened. So Paul and I headed back up to the apartment in silence. 

We did decide to give some of the money back to Adrianne when we returned. 

Well, we didn't need to open the apartment door. It was half open. So we pushed it all the way and went in. On the couch was Adrianne, nude and masterbating herself. Now it was our turn to be stunned. She looked at us, straight at us. 

"Don't say a word. Just come here and fuck me. Both of you."

We looked at each other. It was redemption time. Time to prove we weren't gay. And god did she look hot. 

"Now." Was all I heard her say as both Paul and I stripped. I watched as Paul's cock entered her already soaking pussy and her lips covered my cock...



Bachelorette Party



by Oldfarticus (originally written long ago under the name "DOM.")

*

I wondered what was going through my Glenda's mind. She looks great to me, but she is in her late 30s and all those little cupies working in her office were a bit on the wild side. Still, she assured me, she "had" to go to the bachelorette party -- it was for her secretary. This definitely wasn't her scene and I figured my wife would share a drink or two, make a toast and split.

I knew she wouldn't fit in by the way she was dressed. She had worked late at the office and was still in her "supervisor" dress. She had only had time to freshen up a bit at home before I heard the toot of a horn. As she waved bye to me on her way out, I noticed that she had managed to at least dump her pantyhose. Ten hours in the nylon prison was enough I guess.

While I was still chuckling over the mental image of my wife running around from bar to bar with all of those kids, my buddy Eddie called. 

"I hear you're on your own tonight."

"Who told you that?"

"Eli is going out with that same bunch. Why don't we catch a few brews ourselves?"

Seemed like a good idea to me, so we hit the road. A couple of bars (and several beers) later, we were driving past a real dive when Eddie punched me.

"Look at that that's my wife's car! What the hell are they doing there?"

That's when I saw the sign "Closed for Private Party".

So, this is where the batchelorette party was being held. What a dump! I guess this was all they could afford. Just then, I saw a guy walk out of the door and lean against the wall. We pulled over and got out.

"What's going on we wanted a couple of beers and you're closed?"

"Just for two or three hours. There's a bunch of drunk dames in there having some kind of party. I had to take my break before they get wound up good."

"Damn, we drove all the way out here for nothing! Can you slip us a drink or two?"

"No way! Out here the cops are always watching us and that's all we would need. Open drinks in the parking lot. Tell you what though, slip me a few bucks and I'll let you in the back way. Then you can have a few drinks AND watch those crazy cunts."

Eddie and I looked at each other and nearly knocked the bartender over as we rushed in.

It took awhile for our eyes to adjust, but the bar that looked like a dump on the outside REALLY was a world-class dump! The tables were filthy, half the chairs were broken, sawdust was on the floor, and the so-called band was really playing behind a chicken-wire cage.

Right in the middle of all of that squalor was a slightly elevated square stage and there sitting all around it were the women including my wife and Eddie's wife. Every last one of them looked like they were totally blitzed. I guess my wife had a few too many drinks and was there for the duration. 

About that time, the "band" played their version of a fanfare and a guy in a tux hopped up on the stage.

"Ladies! It's time for the contest! As you all know, this is Karen's last night as free woman! We have been told that she's the best make-out artist in your office and can give a man a boner from across the room!"

The women exploded in laughter as they pointed at Karen and made her stand up.

"A few of you have told her to enjoy herself tonight as this might be the last time she feels sexy! Looking at y'all, I can see that there are a couple sporting wedding rings and they still look HOT to me!"

Now, it was Karen's turn to point to our wives while the other women made them stand up too.

The "ringmaster" continued, "we've taken up a collection and have a pot of money here that says that the married gals still have IT! To prove our point, we've arranged a little contest. We've got three guys waiting backstage and they're bringing up three couches to the stage. We bet this whole pot of money that one of the married women can make out better that little Karen! Are you ready?"

Both of the wives tried backing out, but their friends all teased them without mercy until they finally agreed to "try" just a little bit.

Eddie and I started forward, but the bartender stopped us cold. "Boys, you're not part of this game and you're staying right here or you can leave now!"

We looked over and the big bastard was holding an even bigger baseball bat. Neither Eddie nor I were in any shape to take on that gorilla, so we settled back into our seats to see what happened.

By the time we looked back, the women were all clustered around the stage and three guys were standing beside three worn out couches. Karen and our two wives were led to the stage and introduced to their "partners" for the contest.

Karen grabbed her guy, pulled him tightly against her, and started kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Glenda was still staring at the floor and Eli was actually trying to leave. 

The second guy grabbed Eddie's wife and pushed her down on the couch. He started kissing her as he slowly slipped a hand under her dress. She struggled for a few minutes and then her body began to respond as her dress rose higher and higher. Eli still had on her pantyhose, but moments later; we could all see that they were the "sheer to the waist" style. Her dark pussy hair was clearly matted against the fabric. The guy ran his finger up and down her slit until she was squirming on the couch. Suddenly, he stood up and dropped his pants to the floor. His rigid cock was straining to escape from his shorts as he climbed between Eli's legs and began to dry-hump Eddie's wife. He unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it to the side. Eli's bra was totally sheer and her nipples were hard as little diamonds. 

Eli's "date" nibbled on first one and then the other.

The rest of the women cheered and chanted as he humped and sucked while Eddie's wife moaned in lustful pleasure. The guy stood up once more and tossed his shorts to the frantic women. Once again, he crawled between her legs and began rubbing his bare cock against Eli's nylon covered cunt. Faster and faster as the drunk women cheered him on.

I heard Eddie catch his breath as the stranger with his wife arched his back, bellowed like a bull and shot rope after rope of hot cum onto his wife's belly. He wiped his cock off on her pantyhose, stood up, took a bow, and left the stage.

The women all went wild! Eli still lay on the couch trying to catch her breath as the stranger's cum slowly slid off her belly.

The ringmaster waved a sound meter around and shouted, "that's the first one! How does she rate?"

The women cheered, they whistled, they shouted.! The meter read 9.6 on a scale of 10.

"Looks to me like married lady #1 is well on her way to collecting the $2000 pot!"

Eddie and I looked at each other. "$2000?"

He grinned, "I guess I can live with her winning a make-out contest for two grand!"

I looked back at the stage and saw Karen and Glenda still standing there. Both of them were stunned at the size of the pot.

Karen looked at the announcer and yelled, "just watch me before you give her the money!"

With that, she dropped to her knees and yanked her guy's pants and shorts to the floor in one motion. He had been watching the previous "show" and his cock was already rock hard. Karen grabbed his bobbing member and raised it out of her way so she could suck first one and then the other huge ball into her mouth! Then she slowly licked her way up to the tip and slipped her tongue into his pee-hole! Just as slowly, she opened her lips and slipped his raging dick into her mouth. This time, it was the guy who was weak in the knees as she expertly sucked him deeper and deeper into her throat. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Karen had managed to bury 8 inches of hard cock all the way to his balls. We could all see her throat muscles working as she massaged his dick and coaxed him to even greater lengths.

Just as slowly, she let his boner slide out of her mouth. It was dripping with her juices and had to be the biggest one I had ever seen. Before the tip slipped from her lips, she plunged back down in one motion! Karen hit her pace and started a furious up and down motion. 

When it looked like the guy couldn't take one more second, Karen deep-throated him one last time as she rammed a finger into his ass. He absolutely exploded into her throat and we watched as she drank down every last drop! 

When the spent dick slipped from between her lips, Karen stood up, wiped a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth, and took a bow.

The sound meter lit up at a 9.9 reading. Now all Eddie's wife had was a pair of cum-soaked pantyhose and a blissful expression. There was no doubt who had won. After all, my little wife was way out of her league this time.

At least, that's what I thought until I heard the women chanting her name! I turned back to the stage and my mouth dropped open as I saw Glenda push her partner back onto the couch. She was going to give him a lap-dance. The stranger grinned and stroked his cock through his pants and my wife began to slowly move between his knees. 

The band picked up her rhythm and started a heavy bass beat to match her every move. My wife's eyes were glazed over as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and rubbed her bra-covered tits over the stranger's face.

He reached up and slipped the blouse from her shoulders. Now, I could see just how excited my wife was. Her nipples were straining against the sheer material, begging for release. The stranger couldn't resist as he unsnapped her bra and tossed it away. Now he was free to suck on each rosebud as he pulled her to him.

Once he had taken command of her tits, I watched as he slipped both hands up my wife's legs. He was obviously playing with her ass and she was moving to help him. We saw his hands moving under her skirt and then slowly start back down. Seconds later, my wife's panties lay on the floor. All she had left on was a skirt. 

When she twirled around, we could all see her dripping pussy. My wife was hotter than hell and didn't care who knew it!

The stranger smiled as she unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. My wife bent over and took him into her mouth as he ran his hands back under her skirt. Just as she had him balls to the wall, he lifted her skirt to show that he had two fingers buried deep in my wife's sopping pussy. He was finger-fucking her like a wild man as she sucked harder and harder.

As I watched the wild performance, I consoled myself with the fact that my wife was going to win the $2000 for her blowjob and sticky-finger routine. That's when I heard another chant begin, "fuck him! Fuck him! FUCK HIM!"

My wife was standing, but she was moving over the stranger's rigid dick. She spread her legs and straddled him as he strained to reach her gaping pussy. Time and time again, he barely brushed his cock against her opening, but she was just out of reach. As she pussy teased him, the women were going even wilder. 

My wife turned her head, gave those kids a wicked stare and plunged her pussy down on that huge rod! As they began a furious fuck session, I remembered that his cock was bare he was seconds away from filling my wife's pussy with cum!

Right on cue, he grabbed her hips and rammed his cock home one more time. The women cheered as his balls pulsed again and again! He was pumping he full and his dick was practically in her womb! 

It seemed like he would never stop but he finally gave one last shudder and collapsed in total exhaustion.

Glenda slowly stood up as his spent cock softly popped out of her well-fucked pussy. Hot cum was gushing from her twat as the sound meter pinned at 10. She had won the two grand by out-fucking any and all competitors. 

My mind was reeling as Eddie and I left by the back door. Neither of us knew what we were going to do next at least that's what I told Eddie.

When my wife arrived home a few hours later, I was still up and waiting. She came in and smiled, "you won't believe it, but I won a contest tonight at the party! I won almost two thousand dollars!"

I stood up and pulled her to me, "that's fantastic honey!"

As she stepped back from me, the light from the kitchen flooded through the thin material of her skirt and I could see the shadow of her drenched pussy hair. She had not bothered to collect her panties and I could also see the traces of cum as it had dripped down her legs. 

She sauntered into the bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse as she walked. Her tits and those full nipples popped into view she hadn't bothered to find her bra either. My cock was about to burst as she bent over to take off her shoes. I unzipped and pulled my rigid dick out and slipped up behind her. Before she could straighten up or protest, I flipped up her skirt and buried my cock in her sloppy cunt. 

As horny as I was, it only took seconds before I shot the biggest load of my life deep into my wife's pussy. Now she had been filled twice in one night!

As we lay there with the mixture of her juices and our cum oozing from her gash, I snuggled up against her, "You know honey, it's too bad those little gals will never know that my old married lady can still fuck like no one else!"

I smiled as I heard her giggle, "isn't it though!"

Another one of the gals is getting married next month ... I wonder if another contest is in order?



Bachelorette Party



Another one of the erotic stories my wife Linda told me about. He bachelorette Party when she was 19 and getting married for the first time.

Linda as you may recall is a sexy blonde with large breasts that has that certain "je ne c'est pas quoi" that just makes you hard looking at her.

Linda was engaged to be married the next morning. Her friends decided to give a bachelorette party to remember. 

The affair was held in a local hotel suite and the booze flowed freely. After about an hour or two everyone in attendance was very drunk including Linda and her best friend Sue. There was a knock on the door and in came a dolly carrying a large gift rapped box with a note "to the lovely bride please open and enjoy".

Linda opened the box and out came two guys who were naked except for flimsy see thru briefs. One John was about 6 foot tall with an athletes' body the other Jim was 6'2" with a huge bulge showing thru his briefs. The music began and they both started dancing rather seductively to stripper music. The ten girls went wild yelling take it all off but Linda and her friend went further rubbing their erection and slipping off their scanty briefs. John had a 7 inch erection and Jim must have had an 8 inch erection. The girls all giggled as Linda and Sue continued to stoke the guys cocks and balls. You could tell they were very close to ejaculating.

Suddenly John scooped up Linda and Jim scooped up Sue and carried them into the adjoining bedroom. Both girls were too drunk to care especially Linda who suddenly dreaded being limited to only one partner after marriage.

John proceeded to strip Linda and started eating her pussy as Sue was being stripped by Jim and was engaged into some heavy petting.

While John was eating Linda's pussy she could see Jim fucking Sue which made her even hornier. Jim was really deep dicking her and she was bucking like crazy. Linda repositioned herself to partake in her favorite pastime sucking cock. She began to lick John's penis swirling her tongue around the head, while stroking his shaft and balls. She took him deep into her mouth and sucked as hard as she could trying to get him to cum in her mouth. Her efforts were soon rewarded as he came in a gusher. She tried to swallow every drop but some leaked out of her mouth and dribble onto to her breasts.  She kept sucking and John got hard again. He flipped her over and began fucking her until she nearly passed out from having so many orgasms.

Suddenly she heard her friend Sue yell" switch" and John left Linda for Sue as Jim came over to Linda for more fun and games. 

As Sue quickly coupled with John just inches away from Linda, Linda started sucking Jim's enormous 8 inch prick. His penis had to be 5 or 6 inches in diameter. Linda could barely get it into her mouth as she kissed his cock head and licked his shaft. Although Jim had already cum with Sue he started getting harder and harder until he too filled Linda mouth with cum. Jim ejaculation made Linda orgasm again as the swallowed as much cum as she could. She continued to suck Jim until he began to grow again. At this point she wanted to see what it would be like to fuck such a large cock. She stopped sucking him grabbed his penis and guided into her waiting pussy. They fucked for what seemed for hours as his cock stretched her tight pussy. As he fucked her she could see her friend Sue still screwing John which really turned her on. She started rubbing her clit as Jim fucked her and had an incredible orgasm her fourth or fifth of the night as Jim filled her cunt with loads of cum.

Finally the stopped and opened the door. It was late and the dozen or so gals were gone. Linda's only regret was that she did not get double penetrated by the two guys, a fantasy that still persists to this day, although she has had sex with multiple partners several times.

The next day Linda put on her white wedding gown and walked down the aisle to get married. The bridesmaids all of whom were at the bachelorette party just smiled.

Linda has had over 70 sex partners that she remembers as I will recount in future stories.



Bachelorette Party



"Hi Tracy," I said as I answered the phone.

"Hi Gloria, are you available to do me a favor tomorrow night, it'll be fun, I think," she said.

"Doesn't sound like a rousing endorsement for whatever you have in mind," I said with a laugh.

"That's because I'm not sure. A woman I work with, her friends are having a bachelorette party, she knows about it, and I was asked to go. They are going to a private strip club, all male dancers, all you can drink etc."

"You've been to bachelorette party's before with strippers, no big deal, so why the apprehension now?" I asked.

"Well they're in their 20's and early 30's and I'll feel like the old lady of the group, so I was hoping you would go with me, she said it would be okay if I brought a friend."

"So you want another old lady to go with so you won't be the only one?" I said laughing.

"Exactly and I paid for you already," she answered.

Tracy and I are both in our mid 40's and if I have to say so myself, we're considered "hot." 

I have short blonde hair and she has long brunette hair. Her breasts are bigger than mine, but I'm not small. She has a better butt, but I have nicer legs. We're both married to successful men, but we're each successful in our own professions. I have two teenage kids and she has three. We've known each other forever and we both like to have fun!

"Okay I'll go, what the heck," I said.

"Wonderful, the dress is summer casual, it's in the city and I'll drive. I'll pick you up at 7."

Tracy picked me up at 7:30 which is pretty good for her, love her dearly, but she's always late. She didn't even have time to come inside and say hello to my husband. He knew where we were going and wanted to tease Tracy about it, but he'll have to save his jokes for another day.

We got into the city without any delays and were able to find a parking lot only half a block away from the club we were going to. 

There was a line of ladies entering the door. There was no indication that it was a club, no signs anywhere just a regular steel door, with two guys checking tickets. It made sense, this was a by invitation club for parties only, no off the street business. There were just as many women our age as ones younger. I pointed this out to Tracy and asked if I should go home, we had a laugh.

When we got upstairs there was a sign saying all dancers, servers and patrons are 18 years old or older.

Tracy pointed at the sign saying at least we won't run into any of our kids. 

The room was large with a runway in the center of the room, standing cocktail tables around the outer walls and some tables and chairs scattered around. There were bars on either end of the room. It was a lot nicer than what I thought it might be this could be fun.

There had to be at least 50 other women already there milling around talking and having a drink. Tracy saw her group the same time they saw her and waved us over. I was introduced to the bride to be and the other friends. They were all very nice. 

I went to the bar and ordered a drink for me and Tracy, I found out, it was an all inclusive party, so we didn't have to pay for the drinks, but I did give the cutest bartender a tip. My husband was teasing me about bringing a lot of 5 and 10 dollar bills, he was kidding, but I brought plenty just incase.

Another 30 or so women arrived.

The lights dimmed and spotlights went on over the stage/runway. A deejay who I found in an elevated booth across the room from were we were standing welcomed us to a fun night. She said we should leave our inhibitions at the door and enjoy the party. 

Music started to play and two handsome young men started dancing on the stage, some women moved right up to it, but Tracy and I stayed back. Our bride was wearing a headpiece which I guess they gave to any bride that was here, because four other girls were wearing them. Nine or ten more dancers joined the two that were already on stage. They all wore the collar and cuffs made popular by the chip n dale dancers, no shirt, with black pants. They were all very attractive, stunning bodies and pretty good dancers. It was explained by the DJ that they will be dancing off the stage amongst us, which received cheers and catcalls.

They hopped off the stage to join us and the first stripper came out of a side door ran on stage and waved his batman cape at us.

As time moved on the place went crazy, the guys dancing around us had their cocks out, the women were stroking them and some were sucking them.

Tracy and I looked at each other in total disbelief, I was feeling very old. I was standing looking at a bride to be licking one of the guys balls when one of the other guys came up behind me and lifted my skirt up and gave my cheeks a squeeze, I was wearing a thong, I danced and shook my butt at him, I can see where you could get caught up in this. Tracy was laughing when we made eye contact while the guy was rubbing his dick on my butt. I just gave her a "what the hell shrug." I turned around to see who the guy was, more like a boy, as it turned out he was a cute surfer looking kid. I took his cock in my hand and held it, gave it a few strokes and sent him on his way. They never stayed with one person too long, unless they were getting a blowjob.

There were bowls around the room with condoms in them. The guys would roll one on, let the girl suck him or rub it on their pussy then he would drop it and move on. There were a lot of condoms on the floor!

I lost track of Tracy when I was playing with my surfer dude. I looked up on stage and saw her dancing with her shirt up with a tall oiled black dancer. He was wearing nothing but a fireman's hat and a big smile, speaking of big, that wasn't a fire hose Tracy was holding, Oh my God! 

Between the drinking and all the cute guys roaming around, plus the stage dancers shaking their stuff, it seemed that some women were totally out of control, much to the delight of everyone else. Girls kissing girls, fucking and sucking everywhere, I never saw anything like it in my life. 

I was standing holding my drink , feeling no pain, looking at a woman in her mid to late 30's bent over with one of the boys doing her doggy style. I never realized I was such a voyeur, but it was fun to see. While I was watching them I could feel my top being lifted up from the rear and a set of hands sliding under my bra and holding my breasts, at the same time I could feel a penis rubbing on my ass. Ah the surfer dude had returned I thought. I turned around and didn't move, either did the boy dancer. 

"Johnny is that you?" I exclaimed.

"Holy shit Mrs. G, what are you doing her?" he said, as he pulled his hand out of my bra and stepped back.

"Johnny does your mother know you work here?" was all I could think to say, and at the same time looking at his erect cock.

"No, but I'm 18, but Jesus don't tell her, please Mrs. G," he pleaded

I took his hand and tried to find some privacy.

"I won't tell anyone," I said feeling a little calmer after the initial shock of seeing a kid my husband taught sailing to humping me.

"Thanks Mrs.G maybe we can talk later," he said and moved off into the crowd.

I kept my eye on him for the short time that we had left in the party. Every time we tried to get together he was stopped by someone that was eager for his attention. Why was I feeling like he should be spending more time with me?

I was able to speak to him briefly as Tracy and I were leaving the party. I asked him to call me at home in a day or two, he smiled and said he would.



Bachelorette Party



Actually my ex-wife's party. I just found a very interesting videotape mixed in with some old tapes I thought I had made myself. I was going through a stack of old tapes when I stuck this tape into the vcr.

It started off in an empty hotel room, and at first I thought it might be a lost honeymoon tape. Then looking closer it was a room I didn't recognize. After the wedding I was so drunk I didn't even remember if we made a tape in the hotel room we stayed at our wedding night. The next morning it was a very hung over flight to Jamaica.

Anyway after a few seconds one of my ex's bridesmaids appeared, and she was dressed really slutty. Then she went away, and the lights in the room got really bright. Then coming back into the room again adjusting the camera obviously. The camera went dead, it was pointed from a far corner of the suite's bedroom. 

After that when the tape started up again,and there was some faint music that you could hear in the background From the angle of the scene the camera seemed to be propped up somewhere in a corner. You could see across a bed, there was a table in the far corner with two chairs on the side.

Large mirrors over the dresser on the far wall, and there was another bed next to the bed you were seeing across. Seems that they had gone to a big expense for this party for her. 

Her bridesmaid had turned it back on laughing like crazy. The next thing you saw was a very well built black man over by the table. He had to be over six feet tall, lots of muscles and well defined. He had on a robe, and it looked like a robe like a fighter would wear into the ring. It was only shorter. It was opened and he had silk shorts on and a tight fitting muscle t-shirt. 

She walked back over to him and said, "You ready to give a good show??" then looked over at the camera. 

She reached out and grabbed his crotch saying, "MMM I wish I was getting married .." then laughed turning towards the door and opening it. 

The music got real loud then until she closed the door. She disappeared, and I saw him take a chair and put it in from of the first bed. He then tied his robe after rubbing his own crotch for a few seconds. The music blasted again an there was my future wife being pushed into the room by her friend and another girl. She was blindfolded and you could tell they were all totally drunk. 

They almost fell over the chair, and they were laughing as they sat her down. Telling her he was going to get a real special present from them, one that only they knew she would completely enjoy. She kept asking what it was, and to tell her. 

"You just wait til we take off that blindfold and you will see .." the bridesmaid said as they lost it again laughing as they left. 

The stripper they had gotten wasn't moving and was leaning against the table. After that the door closed then the music was muffled again. He was moving slowly towards her. 

"Ok .. what's going on .." she giggled .. "I know your still here .. so take off the blindfold and let me see whatever it is .." she sat with her hands on the seat, her legs spread with her short dress up her thighs. 

She looked like she was trying to see through the blindfold turning her head back and forth, and then he reached out and undid her blindfold. She shook her head back and forth blinking her eyes to adjust to the bright lights. When she adjusted her eyes. 

She looked up at him and said "Ok who are you ..?? ".

"I'm your present sweetie .." and he backed up a bit and started to gyrate his hips grinning down at her. 

She blushed noticeably and said, "They already had a stripper for me out there .." and looked back at the door. 

Hhe moved back closer, then took her chin in his hand guiding her head back around towards him. 

"That was just your appetizer, and I'm the main course tonite baby .." he told her as he looked down into her glazed eyes. 

Then he took the sash to his robe and undid it. His crotch of his shorts was right in her face then, and she couldn't help looking down right at it. He had a huge bulge pushing out towards her. 

"You just sit back and enjoy baby .. " he stroked his huge cock through his shorts.

"I been told you like to see guys stroking it .." he said as he grabbed he chin tilting her face up to look at him. 

She had been staring right at his big bulging cock straining against the shorts up until then.

"Oh my god .. yessss .. " she moaned out as he was reaching into his shorts to pull out his big black cock.

She looked back down wide eyed to get a first look at that cock, but he pulled her chin back up.

"You get to see when I say so baby .. " as she shifted in her chair. 

"You wanna see that big black dick .. don't you bitch..?" now holding her head with both hands. 

"Yesss .. please let me see your cock .." she pleaded with him. 

You could hear the desperate need in her voice, as she leaned toward him reaching up resting her hands on this thighs.

He pushed her back in the chair. "You don't sound so sure .." as he stepped back grinning. 

"I wanna hear you tell me baby .. " and his tented bulge looked even bigger farther away. " .. how bad do you wanna she that dick?"

She bit her lip, looking directly at his crotch for a second. 

"Oh please .. let me see that big black dick .." she begged. 

"I need to see you stroke it soooo bad .. " she continued to lean back, and reached with her hands raising her dress. 

She was caressing herself,and reached her very wet panties quickly exposing then to his view.

He looked down at her wrapping his hand around huge cock through the shorts. Grinning he slowly stroked it.

"Please take it out ... please let me see how hard your cock is .." her fingers slid past the legband of her panties of one hand while the other looked to be rubbing circles into her clit.

"I have to see you stroke it .." she licked her lips, "I have to see you jack that big cock off .. oh god pleassseee!!"

With that he pulled down the waistband of his shorts and his monster cock sprang free. Her eyes bugged out, as it looked to be a very thick ten inches long monster of black dick.

You could her her sigh loudly, "Jack that big cock for me .. stroke it .. ".

Her fingers were deep in her pussy now, as he moved towards her. He was slowly stroking that monster, and she was in a trance staring right at it.

His other hand slowly pulled down on his big balls while he slowly stroked. Now that cock was just inches from her face. She was breathing so heavy, her mouth open almost looking as if she was breathing directly onto his cock.

He reached down putting a hand on the top of her head, "You like that baby .. you wanna see more ..??"

He hand stopped stroking his cock, and it bobbed in front of her panting mouth.

"Yess .. I want to see you stroke that big black cock .. " she whimpered still squirming on her fingers.

"You like that big black cock .. don't you .. " as he grabbed his rock hard cock again stroking it slowly.

"Yess .. please can I see more .. stroke that cock more .. Yes I like it .. Yes I like that big black cock .." she was pleading with him.

"Fuck baby .. you got me so hot I could cumm already .." he groaned out as he stroked his meat faster.

That took her over the edge, she squirmed trying to lean towards him closer.

"Ohh please let me see you cum .. please let me seee you cumm .." she begged. "Please I have to see you cumm ..!!"

"Damn baby .. I almost there already .." as he jacked that cock faster and faster.

"Please cumm .. please cumm .." she pleaded as he held her head stoking that huge cock.

Mouth open, breathing heavily she was cumming on her fingers, "Let me see you cumm .. let me see you cumm ..!!"

He tilted his head back, his hand was a blur. The head of his cock was leaking juices like crazy.

"Shoot that cumm .. please shoot that cumm .." she was licking her lips just an inch from that throbbing leaking cockhead.

Then he stopped, frozen he held that monster still. A thick ribbon of spunk flew out hitting her in the face on her cheek. 

"Yesss .. yeess ... Cummm ... I love cummm .. please let me have it .. " and another thick wad shot out landing right into her mouth.

"That's it baby .. your gonna get all that cumm .." as he stuffed half of that throbbing meat into her mouth.

She was swallowing hard as he held her head with both hands now his head thrown back in complete orgasmic heaven.

Some cumm was spilling out of the corners of her mouth, and she stopped fingering her pussy to catch all the dripping cumm with her hands.

He pulled her head back, she swallowed again looking up at him. What a sight to see, that huge thick ribbon of spunk on her cheek still. 

"Thank you .. thank you for your cumm .." as she scooped the thick wad off her cheek licking it of her fingers.

"Oh .. we ain't done yet sexy .." he smiled down at her. "We just getting this party started!!"



Bachelorette Party



I had rented the place for the summer. A studio apartment, overlooking the pool, with the Atlantic Ocean two blocks away.

Actually, I shared it with my friends Larry and Pete, but they were there on weekends, while I was there weekdays because I tended bar Friday through Sunday.

The town on the Jersey shore was called Margate, just south of Atlantic City, and on weekends it rocked with folks from Philly and New York flocking to beat the summer heat. The bars were jammed with hotties in bikinis, drinking Shooters and shaking their booties.

On weekday, not!

It was like a ghost town. In fact, out of the 20 apartments in the complex, only 3 were occupied Monday through Friday, so I got a lot of reading and writing done around the pool.

One of the other tenants was Jackie, a slim woman from Brooklyn. She was about 5'7, with short brown hair, high-lighted, and light green/grey eyes. She and her fiancee Carmine, who were both about forty, had rented, but his job demanded he be in New York, while Jackie was a teacher on summer break.

Each Sunday night, he would leave with the masses and each Monday morning, i would show up. I had only seen him once, and he struck me as a real Guido type, while she seemed much more subdues and sophisticated.

Jackie and I got to know each other, but only slightly. I have rules about Married women: Why have an irate husband after you when there were so many singe women?

To my thinking, that rule holds true for engagements too.

A few times I felt as if Jackie was waiting for me to make a move, the tension was in the air, the way her eyes would look at me, inquiringly, but I convinced myself that it was my imagination and horniness, and that if I made a move, Old Carmine would be pounding on my door, so I always demurred, catching what looked like sadness in her gaze.

One club had pretty good crowds on Thursday, warming up for the weekends, so I frequented it. While dressing, I heard a bunch of cackling outside my room, women laughing and talking loudly. I heard one yell my name, then some others chimed in, singing, "Harry! Haarrryyy!" followed by a bunch of giggles, then they were gone.

Jackie was the only other unit on this floor that I knew of, and wondered what that was all about, but went back to dressing.

When I walked in the joint, I saw more strangers than usual, and moved to the center of the bar. I came face to face with Jackie, along with four of her friends.

We said hi and she blushed, and one who was clearly the ring leader said, "This is Harry? Oh, he's cute, Jackie!" 

To me, she said, "Hi, I'm Lori, and I'm single!"

The other girls giggled and Jackie blushed, said to me, "I'm sorry, don't mind her!"

I smiled, said something about "No Problem", and went to leave them to their fun.

Lori grabbed my arm. "So, are you gay or what?"

I was shocked, that's not your typical first question.

"No," I said slowly, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But she wasn't mean about it, just asked, "Then why haven't you hit on Jackie?"

I looked at Jackie, who turned away. I guess I'm on my own to answer this.

"Well, she's engaged, for one thing."

"Not for long! Her wedding is Sunday. You don't have much time."

I didn't know that, I just assumed they were one of these couples that stay engaged for years. I looked to Jackie for confirmation, and she nodded.

I fumbled for the right words. "Oh...I didn't know... Congratulations, he's a lucky man."

Lori chimed in again. "This is her bachelorette party, honey, so it's your last chance!"

I was tongue-tied, couldn't think of a witty reply to leave on, simply said, "Well, then let me buy you all a drink," which I did, relieved to be talking to the bartender.

I ordered the drinks, got myself one, then passed them around, toasting, "To Jackie and Carmine. I wish you all the happiness." 

We all drank and I slipped away, ordering another for myself, trying to put some distance between us so they could enjoy themselves, and hopefully I would meet someone myself.

After a bit, Lori came over. The band had come on and she tugged me from behind. She was younger than Jackie, about 35, closer to my 27, and cute. Tiny, about 5'2, long.dark hair, parted in the middle, blue eyes and a tight body, with nice sized boobs for her height.

"If she wasn't Jackie's friend, I'd take a chance on her," I thought. She smiled up at me.

"Go ask her to dance."

"Huh?"

"Jackie, it will make her night, come on, be a sport, please!"

I said, "I'm sure she'd rather not."

"Are you kidding? We've been hearing about you all summer, and then you show up here? Come on, it would be great."

"Hearing from who?" I asked.

"You're kidding, right? You really don't know she has this huge crush on you? What are you, dense?"

"But she's engaged," I said.

"But not married, right? Come on, even if you don't like her that way, just dance with her, don't be a party-poo per."

Heaven forbid!

So, I took Jackie's arm, and she was surprised, and the girls went wild, razzing her, and we laughed and danced, although I'm pretty bad at it.

The song ended and they began a slow dance as we walked off. Lori wouldn't hear of it. "OH, no, not yet! You two just got out there, come on, have fun."

Jackie looked at me, and I gave her he inquiring glance and she nodded, we danced, and she felt good against me, her scent filling my head.

"So, this Sunday, huh? Sorry, I didn't know."

"Yeah, it seemed so far away, but got here all of a sudden. I honestly half-expected him to delay it again, to tell the truth."

I smiled, "You sound disappointed."

She looked up and smiled weakly. "I know, you must think I'm mean."

"Not at all, everyone gets last minute jitters, it's common."

"Yeah, that must be it."

We talked about the wedding, it was each second, so it would be at Town Hall, with her son acting as best man. The son, Frankie, was 21.

"You have a 21 year old son?"

She smiled, weakly. "Yeah, not much older than you."

I smiled, "That's not what I was thinking. I meant that you must have had him pretty young. No way I would have guessed that."

"Thank you, even if you're just saying it."

"No, I'm not, now you really have me curious, I don't usually ask this, but how old are you?"   "Forty seven last month."

"No way!"

The song ended and she said. "Be honest, how old did you think I was?"

"Mid to late thirties," I lied. 

"Really? And how old are you?"

"Thirty," I lied again.

"So you didn't think the age between us was a problem?"

"Not at all, was it?"

"Not on my part."

She looked dreamily into my eyes, like she was waiting for me to make a move again, and I thought, Sunday, she's married.

I took her arm and led her to the bar. "Let's get the girls more Jagermeister," ordering 5 shots to break the tension that I was feeling.

We chugged them down, with the girls dancing and flirting with every guy in the place. A few had wedding bands on, but you could tell they were just letting off steam.

Lori cornered me again after a bit and said, "Kiss her."

"What? No!"

"Why? She wants you to, really, can't you see that?"

I pulled Lori away and said, "Seriously, I don't know. I think sometimes she does. But then if I do, am I putting doubts in her mind about Sunday? I don't mean to say that one kiss from me and she's gonna fall in love, but she doesn't seem totally committed to this, to me."

Lori got serious, too. "Harry, I've known Jackie for ten years. She's real good people and deserves better than Carmine. She won't admit it but he has a bad temper when it comes to women. He pushes her around, even in front of us, but no guys. Anyway, if I could do something to break them up, I would. Shame on me, but I really love her and this is wrong."

She paused, then said, "I was wrong to use you like this, I realize that. I was just hoping one last fling might bring her to her senses." 

"She might not be able to handle a fling right now. She seems so sad."

"You're right, Harry. And she was right about you, you're good people, like she said. I'll leave you alone, then. And, by the way, she really does have a major crush on you, especially since you didn't think she was too old for you."

"Nah, I like my women more mature. And how old are you, by the way?"

She smirked, "Maybe in another time and place... bye, Harry."

She was back with her friends, being the life of the party and I thought she was a real good friend to Jackie, being so concerned.

The night flew by with me dancing away the Jaegers as fast as we drank them. The girls took turns dancing with me, a couple getting a little too frisky on the dance floor when no one could see. I guess they thought I was a safe risk.

Lori even moved me to the far side and planted a kiss on me, with tongue. "I have a date for the wedding, but after the summer, give me a call, she whispered as she slipped me her number. I had an instant woody.

We all left at closing time, with me as the escort in case any of the guys took the flirting too seriously.

At my door, they all invited me into Jackie's. They were sleeping over and planned on nightcaps.

Feeling out of place, I demurred, thanking them profusely, but knowing it was a girl's party and my addition would detract from it.

Each girl gave me a big hug, some a kiss, saying how nice it was to meet me, inviting me to a night out in Brooklyn after the summer, then it was Jackie and I.

"If I don't see you before the big day, enjoy yourself, okay?"

"Harry, if you can make it, we're having a small reception at the VFW hall, and there's be plenty of single women there, even if they're my age."

The last thing i wanted to do was shake the hand of some clown who smacks women around, but told her I worked Sundays, which she knew.

"Oh, Okay, I thought maybe you could get off early. Okay, I'll let you go, thanks for tonight. You made it bare-able." She looked back at Lori, who said, "Harry, would you kiss the girl, or what?" and Jackie looked back at me.

Aw, Fuck it!

I took her in my arms and said "Can I kiss the bride?"

"Yes, please." 

We kissed, dramatically, since we had an audience, like a movie couple. I held her for a moment, and felt her mouth opening, her tongue brushing my lips. I met it with mine for a brief second and we broke, both at the same time, staring at each other.

"Goodnight, Harry."

"Goodnight."

I watched them file into her place, then entered my own. Damn was I hard! These teasing old bitches had me all worked up and every one of them was right down the corridor!

I sat up watching the late news, sipping a beer, too worked up to sleep. The roar of the ocean through the open window stirred my imagination.

Was I being too self-righteous? After all, it was Jackie's life. If she was comfortable with me, why should I be concerned? Carmine was a jerk who didn't deserve my respect, or hers. Oh well, it's too late now.

Time passed and I may have dozed briefly before hearing a rap on my door.

At first I thought it was my imagination, or the wind, then I heard it again. "Harry?"

I got to my feet, groggy, and reached for the door. I opened it to find Jackie standing there, with moon light high-lighting her blond streaks, making them appear brighter. She had a robe wrapped around her, and her voice trembled as she asked, "Can I come in?"

"Sure," I moved aside, letting her pass, looking back down the hall but her door was closed. "Can I get you anything?"

"I'll take a beer, please." She sat on the love seat while I sat on the bed, the apartment being a studio.          "We sat up yakking away, and Lori told me she told you about Carmine."

"Look, it's none of my business. I won't say anything about it."

"No, I'm happy you know, so you won't think it has anything to do with you when i cancel on Sunday."

"With me?"

"Lori said how you didn't want a guilty conscience if something happened between you and I."

"Look, that's not what I meant."

"Look, Harry, I told you, I really thought he was gonna postpone again, to give me time to get out. Now I know he's not, so I'm gonna call him tomorrow and let him know, then I'm going up to my mom's place in the Catskills for the rest of the summer, to get organized and start all over."

She took a swallow, and I followed suit. "What I'm saying is, I probably won't see you again, after tonight. I want to stress that you in no way influenced my decision. He's a bully and he will only get worse with a license to back him up. I owed you this explanation, so next week you'll know I'm not on a honeymoon. And because I will always wonder what might have been had we met under different circumstances."

I sat, thinking how proud I was of her standing up and how glad I was with her choice. And honored that she felt obliged to inform me.

"Did you tell the girls, do they know you're here?"

"No to both, I'll tell them tomorrow after I pack and call him."

"Well, you know what this means, right?"

"No what?" she asked.

"No more self-righteous rules about Engaged Women!"

She smiled. "So, I'm not off-limits, anymore?"

"Only if you want to be."

She stood very dramatically, and stared at me, those green-grey eyes so intense, and undid the sash of her robe, opened it and in one motion, let it fall.

She had a red teddy with matching panties and red heels, nothing else. I looked her up and down, and she said "Not too bad for an old lady?"

I stood and moved to her, seeing her nipples, erect through the sheer material, the breasts sloped but not sagging, her legs tight with the heels on. All and all, pretty damned awesome.

"If this is what old ladies look like, show me to the nursing home!"

She smiled as she melted against me, our lips met and the passion exploded. Her hands were all over me, undoing my shirt, digging at my belt.

"Oh Harry, you've made me crazy! I was gonna come see you at that bar you work in, to let you know I wanted you! You didn't seem to notice me!"

I tried to remain cool, sliding my hand under the top, caressing her breasts, feeling the hardness of her nipple.

"The more I flirted, the less you cared! I don't care anymore. I knew tonight I had to have you!"

My slacks were open and she tugged them down, as we kissed between sentences. "OH, Harry, you make me so horny, feel me!"

Which I dis, sliding the lace panties down, feeling the wetness in the crotch. Her mustiness was in the air and she growled as she felt my 6 inches, stroking the shaft like a cow's udder.

She shoved me back on the bed, totally the aggressor and I was stunned but not upset. She climbed on the bed, and hovered over me, mounting me and holding me in place as she looked down, then closed her eyes as she sat on it, so lubricated was she that I was inside her with no problem, her pussy making a a slurping sound. 

She let out a groan as she settled onto me, her lips by my ear. "Oh, Baby..."

She seemed to get lost, but recovered and said, "I came when I sat on you," as she bit my ear. Then she began moving, but she was so wet, there was no friction. She was frustrated and groaned, reaching under and fingering herself.

I hoisted her ass off my cock, and using my sheet, I wiped my cock, then her hole, as dry as I could, without wasting the moment.

When she came down again, it was much rougher, the juices had been wiped clean, and our flesh once again met, this time the pleasure filling us both.

She was still in control, wild almost, biting and talking, telling me to fuck her hard, to take her, to make her mine.

I was slamming my hips into her, all foreplay could wait, our passion was so firm. She shivered and shook, saying things that made no sense, sometimes just one word, like "more," or "now" or just "fuck!"

And I did, I told her I was ready and she seemed to sprint to the finish line, with me holding on. 

We both crossed the line at once, both climaxing, both so much in need to cum. She kept riding me, right to the winner's circle, slowing finally, telling me she could feel every spurt. I know I could!

We laid there, kissing and touching,slowly working our passion back, no rush this time. The sun was coming up and she showed no sign of wearing down, so we made love again, this time tasting each other to the fullest, both cumming again, promising we would reconnect after the summer, when things had settled down and she had her own place again.



Bachelorette Party



These are my real life stories. Short, too the point and meant to get guys across the world jacking to these stories. I am small petite girl, 23, 5'3", 110, blonde, 32a.

Something about bachelorette parties makes us girls do all sorts of naughty stuff. My friend Jackie, 24 years old was ready to settle down for one cock for life (or at the very least till her pussy takes over and she cheats). She and I both new each others slutty side as we have partied for 3 years together. Her maid of honor, Carrie was a bigger slut than either one of us and she was responsible for organizing the bachelorette party. We knew it will be wild.

On the evening, the limo service was to pick us 8 girls from Carrie's house and we were to show up at Jackie's place and pick her up. We girls had our slutty party clothes, fuck us heels, sexy thongs, and lots of cleavage and skin were ready for the limo. Drinks and shots started at Carrie's place itself, so by the time we were in the limo, some of us were already in a great mood. We reached Jackie's place by 10 and she was ready in her naughty white short dress too. With her tiara on, sash saying 'Naughty Slut' we were in the limo on our way to 'this place'. The limo was loaded with drinks and we girls were all having fun. The partition between the driver and us was also down and we were sure the driver was seeing a lot of panties as none of us were careful as we sat. We were like these teenage kids falling over each other, kissing a little and just having fun.

30 minute drive later we pulled at this strip mall area. A call later by Carrie, 2 black guys showed up and got in the car dressed in tight jeans and shirt. Both were 25-30 year old and really fit guys. These were our strippers for the night and the party was to start in the limo. All of us girls (all white), were soon all over these guys. Touching them, feeling them, finding our way to touch their cock through the jeans, we girls were almost mauling these guys. They slowly managed to peel us one by one off them. We sat, and hooted and hollered for the show to start. 

In the moving limo, with the partition still down the guys did their best to stand and started to dance to the music. We girls were moving our hands, laughing, giggling as we saw their tshirts come off to show tight 6 pack abs. One of the girls closest to them had her hands on their tight stomach. We girls were high on drinks and obviously were not hiding much of our pussies as our thongs were all over and legs wide open. One of the girl even had her thong pushed to the side as she touched herself watching these guys. Soon the jeans were gone.

All girls sat in a L shaped area and the guys in their man thong were down on their knees walking around as dogs sniffing our pussies, licking the fabric, even pushing the fabric to the side for a few and licking the clit lightly. When Jerome (one of the guys and the one I wanted to fuck) made his way to my pussy, I pushed his head in my pussy hard to grind his face in my pussy. Jerome did not mind that either and was licking my pussy through my red thong. Mmmmm. I hated when he had to pull away and work his way to other pussies.

30 minutes of getting our pussies tasted, girls fingering themselves with a few already climaxed, we reached the night club. Jerome and Justin were our escorts for the night. They had 8 slutty girls and a would be bride grinding themselves to them in the VIP section we were at. Their hands were on our tits, ass, stomach and we girls were having a blast. The boys were making sure we girls were getting their attention. Other patrons at the night club were watching 9 slutty girls have fun with these 2 black guys and were surely jealous and wanted to be part of our VIP section.

During the evening, I kissed Jerome often, felt his cock, let him feel my wet pussy and once managed to sneak him into the corner while other girls danced and made him finger fuck me. God I was so horny for him. I asked if he would like to take me to his place after the night was over and fuck me? He was more than happy to take me and fuck me but he may be fucking Jackie per Carries instruction. I wondered why his friend may not do the service and he come with me. He smiled and told both of them may be tag teaming Jackie's pussy and ass tonight. I was so jealous. All evening after that I was a little pouty. Jerome knew and he would often come and try to grind against me and I would brush him off. He slipped his phone number to me and I threw it away out of spite.

We girls were having fun and I knew Jackie will be the luckiest for the night. Not wanting my pussy to be lone for the night, I scouted the floor and saw a 6'3", 25 something black guy moving to the rhythm. I ushered him to us in the VIP section and learned his name was Ugestra and he was from South Africa. Couple of other girls in our group took fancy to him too but I quickly let them know that Ugestra was mine for the night. the girls went ahead and found their fuck buddies. That left Ugestra grinding his cock in my ass as we danced. He was not shy and kept telling how much he enjoys fucking white American girls. I was glad to be his next notch as I just needed to fuck. Ugestra would have his hands all over my ass, on my pussy, pushing thongs to the side and fingering me.

It was 4AM and a few girls had already left with their fuck buddies. I was ready to go with Ugestra and after saying goodbye to Jackie and Carrie and giving the dirty look to Jerome, left. I was horny and once in Jerome's car, I had one leg on the dash, other leg open wide, thong pushed to the side as I rubbed my clit. My eyes closed I gave Ugestra a show as he drove. He would often reach over and push his finger in my sloppy wet pussy. Few minutes later, i was cumming hard. That made me even more horny. I pulled out Ugestra's cock and started to suck him while he drove. He was moaning loud as he pushed my head down on his big fat black cock.

I needed a cock now so I asked him to pull over. We pulled in a residential suburb and parked ourselves in the drive way of a random house. In the wee hours of morning, I had Ugestra's jeans and underwear on his ankles, his cock buried deep in my pussy as I fucked him right there. He was strong and bounced my small petite frame on his cock easy. His thickness filled me completely. I was moaning, biting his neck, kissing as he fucked me till he came deep in me. His hot cum making me convulse. He squeezed out every drop out of his balls. I slumped back in my seat and as we drove I felt cum ooze out of my pussy.

Ugestra talked dirty all the way telling me how he likes small white sluts like me and how he will fuck my white pussy with his black African cock. That turned me on even more. Once at his place, Ugestra picked me up like a rag doll, walked to his bedroom and threw me down on his bed. My top slid open exposing my small tits. My mini skirt was not covering anything either and my thong had the biggest cum spot on them. Ugestra got naked and his cock was hard again. In the light of the room I could see his cock was almost as thick as my wrist and no wonder why I felt so full when he fucked me. He pulled me by my neck and had me sitting on the bed edge, his cock shoved in my mouth. He asked me to suck his black cock. his talks were so hot.

I sucked his cock like the slut I am. Minutes of bobbing my head up and down on his shaft as he pinched my nipples, face fucked me, pushed my head further deep on his cock, pushing ever inch of his cock in my mouth. Soon he has ready and pulled out and asked me to go doggy style. At the edge of the bed, he pulled my thong, leaving it on one ankle, made me spread my legs a little more and pushed his cock in my pussy. My really wet pussy. He was fucking me, smacking my ass and calling me names. His cock was completely lubed by my juices and as he fucked me, a couple of his fingers started to open my ass hole. Spitting on his finger, he lubed and opened my ass. I was not sure I culd take his thick cock in my ass.

I asked him to be gentle when he pulled his cock and placed his cock head on my ass. I dont know if he did not hear me or did not care, he was pushing his cock quick into my ass. It hurt and I tried pulling away but he held me by my waist as I turned to get away and kept pushing his thick cock in me. I yelled back but he did not slow down. Soon 2 inch, then 3 then 4 and then 5 inch of that thick cock was already in my ass. It hurt like hell and I teared up. But he kept fucking away. Soon it hit that point when it started to feel real good. So my moans turned from pain to pleasure. Ugestra knew he had me and picked his pace even more. Soon he was cumming in my ass. Filling my second hole with his cum. Once he had emptied his balls he pulled out and I fell face down on his bed.

I lay there in my top pulled down, my skirt around my waist and my thong around one ankle. Ugestra grabbed some water for both of us. After a few sips I fell back on the bed. I was used well and felt good. The sun was starting to come up and I was ready to leave. i asked him to drop me to this coffee shop close to my house but he had other plans. He got in bed next to me and put his limp cock in my mouth and asked me to suck. I was not sure why but the way he said it, I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck him. My small white hands enveloped his thick black cock as I sucked him. His fingers were buys on my pussy again and I was surprised he had my pussy getting wet again.

Soon we were in 69 position going at each other. He said he wanted to cum in my mouth as that was the last hole left where he had not dumped his cum. I was eager to taste him too so started to suck and stroke him anting him to let it all in my mouth. His tongue busy in my pussy I had my leg soon wrapped around his neck as he worked on my pussy. Soon he was moaning and I knew he was ready to cum but I was not. I slowed down the sucking wanting him to last till I came but he started to face fuck me wanting to cum. So I pulled out his cock and told him I wanted him to fuck me first, make me cum and then i will let him cum in my mouth.

Ugestra was horny as hell and was fine with pulling out and fucking my pussy. He turned me on the bed on my back, spread open my legs and got on top of me. he pushed his big thick cock in my wet pussy and started to ride me hard. I was moaning and telling him I needed to cum and he should not cum till I have. I had my fingers on my clit as I was being fucked, getting closer and closer to cumming and then it happened. I shuddered hard and my pussy came. His cock was being slobbered with more cum. He knew he had done his job an immediately pulled his cock wet with my cum and shoved it in my face.

he was sitting on my breast with his cock in my mouth and I stroked, sucked and licked till it was his turn to explode. He let the remaining amount of cum in his balls in my mouth as he groaned. Once empty he fell next to me. He kept telling me how much he enjoyed fucking another white slt and how we girls love his black cock. I did not care what he thought as I got my need fulfilled and was ready to leave. Plus I knew I will never see him again and was gone in the next 15 minutes after a great night of fucking.

Cindy