6 comments/ 99483 views/ 9 favorites Bachelor Party Men By: chezrobeir By the time the stripper arrived to the Bachelor party, we were all pretty drunk. It was a small party, really. There were eight of us to begin with, but Steve had an early flight the next morning and so had left by ten. Then Sean, the groom-to-be of all people, got too drunk too soon and passed out on the sofa not long after that. The stripper arrived at eleven and we greeted her with a riotous yell and whistles inspired by a lot of beer and whisky and the general rowdiness of a bunch of men in their early twenties. It was a bachelor party, after all. Time to let loose. And letting loose we were. We tried to wake up Sean to watch the stripper, but he was out cold, snoring away. Chris took a magic marker and wrote "I love cock" on Sean's forehead as he lay there on the sofa. I shook my head and laughed at the joke; Chris was gay and I was bisexual, and we had a slight flirting tension between us for some time. We had sometimes joked together about seducing Sean, who as far as we could tell was straight. In fact, Chris' boyfriend Scott was also at the party. While Chris was clean-shaven and blonde with fair skin, Scott was darker, with black hair and a black goatee and an olive complexion. While I was more than happy to flirt with Chris, who was cute, it was Scott's hard face and sexy eyes I often fantasized about. Also at the party was Devon, Jakob, and Roy. All of us had been friends for years, and we had few if any secrets between us. Most of us had even played on the same softball team in college. The stripper's name was Lara. She also had black hair and olive skin, like Scott. She was lovely. I had expected some woman past her prime to arrive as our stripper. But Lara was young, probably a college student, and pretty, and wore very little makeup. Her outfit was not gaudy, either. Another surprise. She wore a tight little black dress and sexy thigh-high boots, and little under that. She made me hot the moment she entered the room. Since Sean was passed out on the sofa, Devon and I picked him up and carried him to an armchair on the other side of the room. Lara put a cd in the stereo and began her dance, and we all hooted and hollered some more. Chris and Scott and Jakob made it to the sofa first and sat down, leaving Devon and Roy and I to stand next to the sofa or sit on the floor. I chose to sit. Lara was gyrating just inches from me and I could have simply reached out and touched her soft thighs peeking out between the top of her boots and the bottom of her hemline. Which I really wanted to do. Devin and Roy grabbed some table chairs from the kitchen to sit on. Chris jokingly said "I feel sorry that you're sitting on the floor. Here, you can sit on my lap." The guys all laughed at that and Lara just smiled as she continued dancing. I laughed and said, "Ok," and stood up off the floor, moved to the sofa, and sat on Chris' lap, putting my arm around his neck for balance, and started watching Lara again. All the guys were laughing and Devon rolled his eyes. "Uh-oh," he said, "Chris is gonna get you after all." We laughed more and Chris said, "Oh, if only." I said, "And hurt poor Scott's feelings? No way." To which Chris replied, "It's ok, Scott can videotape it." Scott just smiled and shook his head. We all joked some more and watched Lara dance and before long she dropped her dress to the floor and stepped out of it in those big black boots, revealing just her low-cut bra and tiny panties. Her small body was tight. We all screamed in joy, even Chris and Scott, who, if not actually interested in Lara's body, at least appreciated a good strip show when they saw one. Lara kicked the dress away and bent over, still gyrating, shaking her ass towards us men. Her pussy and asshole were barely covered by the panty fabric. I started to get a hard-on, and before long I realized that Chris himself was noticing the bulge in my jeans. He didn't say anything, but I could catch him looking. Then I began to feel his cock grow hard under me. Within a few minutes, Lara took off her bra and her firm little tits bounced around as she danced. All of us had hard-ons by now, it was obvious, and it was becoming uncomfortable to just sit there so horny and so restrained. When Lara dropped her panties and we saw her lovely shaven pussy, we all groaned in discomfort and lust. Devon finally said, "Fuck this. Sorry guys, but I can't just sit here like this." He unbuttoned his jeans and quickly pulled his dick out and began stroking it. He moaned in relief as he did. "Nice," Roy said, and taking Devon's lead, also dropped his pants. Chris' rock-hard cock began to twitch under me. Roy and Devon had nice, big cocks, and between seeing Lara's hot naked body and my buddy's big hard dicks, I pretty much let caution to the wind. I think at that point we all did. I pulled out my own cock and began to stroke it. Within seconds Chris, without saying a word, simply slid out from under me, bent over, and began sucking my dick. His warm wet mouth felt so good. I looked his mouth locked around my cock, bobbing up and down it's now-slick shaft, and it was an awesome sight. I vaguely thought that this might piss off Scott but he didn't seem to mind. He had stood up and was taking his clothes completely off. When he dropped his pants and shorts, I could see he had a nice thick nine inches of beautiful smooth meat with a sweet mushroom on the end. I knew I had to get that into my mouth, and soon. I turned to look at Lara, and saw that she had stopped dancing. She stood transfixed on what was happening before her. Suddenly I heard Devon say "Shit, guys. No fair. You get to blow each other and we get to just stand here jerking off." "Damn, that's hot," Lara finally said, watching Chris suck me. I took off my shirt and he pulled my pants all the way to my ankles. I moaned in pleasure. Scott, now naked, looked at me and Chris and before I knew it I just said, "Come here," reached for his big beautiful dick and gently pulled him by it towards my face. He knelt one knee on the sofa arm and filled up my mouth with his warm hard meat. It felt so good in my lips, and tasted so good in my mouth. I was in heaven. Lara began fingering herself, she was so turned on. "Fuck," she said, "that is SO fucking hot. You all gay?" "No," said Devon, watching Lara touch herself. "You gonna help us out?" In response, Lara stepped towards him and Roy, and they began to touch her and kiss her body and mouth. Her hands went all over the two of them. Jakob, still sitting on the sofa in between me and Chris and Scott on one side, and Lara and Roy and Devon on the other, was stunned and didn't know what to do. He had just been watching everything and had only barely unzipped his pants to let his cock out. I noticed this and pulled Scott's tasty cock out of my mouth. "You ok, Jakob?" I asked. "Uh, yeah dude. I just...don't know what to do." He said. I could see Lara was now on her knees taking turns sucking both Roy and Devon's dicks. Except for Jakob, we were all completely naked now. Even Chris had managed to get his clothes off while sucking me. "Do whatever you want to do," Scott said. "It's ok." After a moment's hesitation, Jakob got up off the sofa and took off his clothes. Then he reached over and gently touched Chris' dick, stroked it a few times. It was obvious it was his first time, and he was nervous about it. Chris moaned in appreciation, his mouth still full of me. Lara let out a moan, too, and Jakob turned and looked at her. Still on her knees and sucking cock, her ass was pointed right at him. Jakob let go of Chris and moved closer to her. He touched her wet pussy from behind and she groaned. She popped a cock out of her mouth and said, "Fuck yeah. Suck me." And went back to sucking the two big fat wet cocks. Jakob silently obeyed, and leaned in to her pussy and ass and began licking and sucking and fingering them from behind. She shook and moaned in pleasure as she sucked. "I want to suck you, too," Scott suddenly said to me. Chris heard this and took his mouth off of me. He sat up and Scott and I moved into a 69 on the floor. I was on the bottom, and Scott began fucking my mouth, filling it up. Scott was an excellent cocksucker and I knew that I was going to come soon the way he was going. Suddenly I felt a wet finger rub around my ass and then slide into it. I pulled Scott out of my mouth long enough to look up and see that Chris was sitting in between the 69-ing Scott and I, and the pussy-licking Jakob. Chris was finger-fucking me with one hand, and jerking off Jakob with the other. It felt so damn good. I began to suck Scott for all I was worth, giving him my best hand job at the same time. I fingered around Scott's asshole and rubbed him behind his balls. I knew I was going to come soon, and wanted to make sure he did, too. Chris switched his finger with his thumb, and it felt so damn good and tight in me and I groaned and he hit my prostate and that was it. I groaned loudly this time, still swallowing Scott's thick cock, and began to come hard in Scott's mouth. He sucked and licked it all up, making sounds like he loved it. Chris pulled out of my ass and suddenly Scott groaned loudly and I pulled him out of my mouth and jerked him off. I kept my mouth open and caught some of the cum, although plenty also went all over my face, which I liked. Then as he was finishing his thrusts, I took his cum-covered cock back in my mouth as it was softening, and cleaned him up. I felt so completely satisfied. Scott climbed off me and I sat up, wiping cum from my face, and I saw that now Lara was on her back and Devon was fucking her pussy. Roy was fucking her face. And next to them, Chris was on all fours and Jakob was fucking him. Apparently Jakob had gotten over his hesitations, as he looked really into it. Within seconds, Devon groaned and shot a load of cum all over Lara's pussy and belly, but it also shot so far it hit Roy on his back and ass, since he was straddling Lara's face. Devon laughed. "Sorry, buddy," he said, and reached over, rubbing his cum into Roy's back. "It's cool," Roy said, and stopped fucking Lara's mouth. "Feels kinda hot, actually." Roy moved into Devon's previous position and squeezed his cockhead into Lara's shaven, slick pussy lips. Encouraged, Devon then reached over for Roy's smooth ass and rubbed the wet cum some more as Roy continued to thrust into Lara. "Yeah man, feels good," Roy said. I was surprised and turned on by the sight. Both Devon and Roy had always proclaimed themselves devout heterosexuals before. It was hot seeing them let go and experiment. Roy was fucking Lara with gusto, and Lara was moaning in pleasure. Devon reached a little lower under Roy's ass and even rubbed his cum into Roy's ass crack. "Shit that feels good," Roy panted. "Touch my balls, man." Devon did what he was told and rubbed his own come onto Roy's swollen balls from behind. Within seconds of this, Roy yelled out and, pumping again and again, filled Lara's pussy with his cum. After taking a moment to regain themselves, Roy rolled off Lara and she sat up, smiling deliriously. "Wow." She said with a sigh, "Mmmmm." Then she noticed that Jakob was still fucking Chris. "Oh, yeah," she said, watching intently. "Fuck him. Fuck him good." Jakob was ready to come and did very soon, making hard guttural sounds as he did. He pulled out of Chris and came all over his ass and balls. Chris then got off his knees and lay down on his back, stroking his cock. I realized that he was the only one who hadn't come yet. "Can I watch you guys suck his dick?" I heard Lara ask. "Yeah," I said, and moved over to start sucking. Scott joined me, and we took turns sucking and jerking Chris. At one point I looked up and saw Jakob, Roy, and Devon watching with curiosity. "You guys want to?" I offered, gesturing to Chris's dick. "Mmm...nah," Devon said. Jakob, however, accepted the invitation, leaned over and took a mouthful. Scott stood up and I could see he was hard again. Since Jakob was sucking his first cock with Chris, I decided to take this opportunity to suck that beautiful thick cock of Scott's again. Then suddenly I heard Devon say, "Ok, why not." And before I knew it he was on his knees next to me, helping me lick and suck Scott. Then I heard Roy say, "Come here baby, ride me while you watch all those cocksuckers." I glanced behind me to see Lara straddle Roy on the floor, riding up and down on his cock and moaning into another orgasm, never taking her eyes off of all of us boys sucking dick. Finally, Chris came with a groan, and Jakob swallowed it all. Then Roy started to come again, and Lara jumped off him and jerked him off, his big wet cock shooting spurts of white cum all over her hand and his cock and his chest and belly. Seeing this sent Scott over the edge and he came again as Devon was sucking him, but Devon pulled the dick out of his mouth and Scott shot straight ahead, hitting Lara and Roy all over their chests. Lara said "Mmmm" and rubbed the glistening cum into her tits, and Roy said, "Shit, man..." but then relaxed and stayed lying on the floor, catching his breath. There was a moment of silence as we all relaxed and the realization of the incredible event that just occurred to all of us sank in. Finally Roy laughed and said, "Damn, I'm covered..." And we all laughed. "Let me help," Chris said, and leaned over to lick the cum off of Roy's chest. Roy froze for a moment, but then laughed and said, "All right. Anybody else wanna help?" Jakob and Scott and Devon and I all crawled over and licked Roy clean. We licked the cum from his chest, his nipples, his abs, his groin, his thighs. He even let us lick it off his flaccid cock. "This is as freaky as I'm ever gonna get," Roy said with a laugh, as Lara sat on the sofa and furiously rubbed herself to another orgasm watching us. Sean continued to snore lightly from his armchair in the corner. Bachelor Party Mistake Copyright 2013-2015 EB Jones All Rights Reserved All characters 18+ years of age **** Comments welcome. Votes welcome. Messages welcome. Love welcome. Vitriol welcome. Give it to me. **** The first inclination I had that something was wrong was when my buddy opened the door for the strippers. I expected one, max two. And there were six of them — fucking six! They filed in. Three brunettes, three blondes. One of the brunettes was Asian, real exotic looking. Nice tight little funbags in a silver bikini top. Can you say instant boner? But it was still awkward for me, at least a little. I mean, I was getting married in a week. It wasn't like I could do any fucking thing I wanted. Before the night started, I remember my fiancee kissing me on the lips and saying 'you can look but no touching', and she giggled like there was no way I'd even think about reaching out for a squeeze. I guess she still had more to learn about me. Still, my buddy Steve, the one who opened the door for them, he didn't seem too surprised. Steve said, "I fucking ordered four, and I got two bonus girls. Just perfect! Fucking mint." Some background — Steve was a traveling insurance salesman. But that was just what he did for work. Steve also had a reputation as a bit of a player. He was married, but that didn't stop him from scoring road pussy in every fucking town he visited. And for proof, he'd take snaps with his phone, sometimes even movies. Turned out there was a little bit of exhibitionist in every loose small-town MILF who agreed to go back to his motel room with him. And Rachel, Steve's wife? Poor girl, she was sweet. But let's just say my friends and I kept the conversation PG when she was in earshot. Yeah, that probably made us bad guys and all, but you've got to understand — we lived vicariously through Steve. For us committed guys (who had no sexual future of note to look forward to), Steve was our fucking Superman. Our Wolverine. Our Captain America with a cell phone and a pair of balls the size of watermelons. Anyhow, back to the party. The strippers. They all had stripper names I don't remember. Not exactly, anyway. They were names like Charity and Nikki and Desire. But you think we were interested in the conversation? You think we remembered the colors of their eyes? Fuck no. Double fuck no. I remember who had the biggest tits (the MILFy looking one with big blonde hair and a dark bush and fat cock sucking lips), and how the Asian whore made me do a very bad thing. The kind of thing I really didn't want to carry around with me before I got married. These fucking guys, I know they were trying to do me a favor. And in the moment, they sure as hell did. But it was the kind of bittersweet favor you couldn't well share with a wife. Definitely not, if you wanted to stay married. It's not good to start a marriage with secrets, right? But all my buddies that night, Steve especially — there was no way they were letting me pussy out of this. We had six gorgeous fucking women, and we were going to have ourselves a good old fashioned bachelor party. The girls filed into the living room where four of my buddies were playing a round-robin tournament of Madden and doing hits from a bong and shots of vodka Redbull. I know, I know. We shouldn't have been smoking in the house, but it would be easy enough to explain away a little pot to my future wife. A lot easier than trying to explain what I ended up doing. Fuck. I'm a bastard. But you probably want to know how things got out of hand. What the hell set the party from normal to over-the-top to fucking retarded. I'll tell you this. It was a slippery slope. One minute you're laughing because your buddy is getting his dick sucked in the living room, the next minute you're the guy in there doing the same thing. But I could have accepted maybe doing a little tit licking. You know, a little playful ass slapping. I could have done just those things and felt fine about everything. Maybe a little guilty the next day, but it wouldn't have eaten away at me, eaten at my soul like spilled battery acid. Guys touch boobs and slap asses all the time, right? And this was a bachelor party, my bachelor party, so I figured there was at least some built-in slop for inadvertent sexual deviance if it was all done in good fun with the boys. "Whoa shit, holy boobies!" said Rich. He was up next for Madden, but he'd stopped watching the big LCD TV and his attention was on the strippers. Two of the girls walked up to him and one of them had a necktie in her hand. It was one of those pre-tied jobs and she slipped it over his neck and then used it to pull him toward her. You should have seen him move, his tongue fucking hanging out like a goddam animal's, and the girls were enjoying it as much as we all were. You want to know the best way to make guys stop a video game in the middle of a crucial play on the fourth down with twenty seconds left on the clock and fifty bucks on the line? Let me give you a chance to guess. Okay, I'll tell you. It's when the brunette chick towing my buddy Rich around the room decides that she really needs to suck a dick because she hasn't tasted one in like six hours. And that's what happened. She squatted and unzipped his pants and pulled out Rich's cock and he was standing in the living room. Right in front of all of us. And the guys playing Madden hit pause and turned to look because this was turning into a fucking show. The chick was sucking and stroking him real good. Good enough to see that he was going to be a very lucky man that night. Steve and I were watching too, and Steve said, "More titties! Show us more titties!" And the girl sucking Rich's cock pulled down her tight top and let those perfect tits out. Round and firm melons that it was hard not to like. You might wonder what the other girls were doing. Well, it just so happened that there were six of us. Which meant that, with six strippers total, each of us had a stripper to ourselves. Hypothetically speaking, anyway. I was already thinking about a family-style stripper buffet, but I had to nip that thought in the bud real fast. I didn't want to get ahead of myself, to give in to temptation like that. Not that my willpower did me any fucking good that night. Steve did too good of a job setting this up. You see, when he pretended to be mildly surprised earlier, with six girls coming through the door instead of four, that was all an act. Yeah, that's right. An act. I found out later, a few days after we'd gotten over our epic hangovers. And Steve felt bad for what I'd ended up doing and 'fessed up to going a little overboard with the adult entertainment. Where was I? A girl for each of us, right? And an interrupted game of Madden (which I don't think ever got finished. A shame). And Rich was getting his pipe sucked by a stripper in the middle of my living room. Guess which stripper I ended up with? The Asian one of course. Which wouldn't have been noteworthy if you were a dude like Steve and you'd fucked every flavor of cunt under the sun, but I wasn't of the same sexual pedigree. Not up to that point. I liked vanilla. My fiancee was white. All my girlfriends before her had been white. And back in the day, I'd fucked a girl in the back of my Pinto who'd tanned too much at the salon, but she was still technically white. Still, I'm not racist. Not at all. I jerk off to Black and Asian and Hispanic (I consider myself an equal opportunity perv), and they all get me off good. But Asian. Something about the small tits, the thin arms and legs and tight asses, the way their pussies are darker but oh-so-tight looking. I wanted myself some of that. I wanted it enough to masturbate to it at least five times a week (the other eight times it was with white girls, mainly). But I didn't want it enough to cheat on my future wife. At least I didn't think so. Steve was looking at me and there was a blonde hanging off him with her big tits hanging out. They'd already set themselves up in one of the easy chairs. To me, he said, "You, sir, need to drink three shots of vodka Redbull. To celebrate the fact that you'll be losing your balls to your wonderful fiancee." "Fuck you," I said. "I believe that Cheri will be fucking me this evening, at least to start. Now drink up." And all the boys started chanting, Drink, drink, drink. I poured myself a glass from the pitcher that the boys had mixed up beforehand (what a way to get fucked up in a short amount of time), and three shots later the room wasn't quite spinning, but it wasn't sitting straight in my head either. At least I felt good. I had that going for me. And my stripper was the Asian girl. Oh shit, just remembering her face makes me hard. She had long eyelashes and dark red lips. She spoke all quiet-like, and when she came over to me and put her arms around my shoulders, I wasn't exactly in a position to fend her off. She said, "My name's Jade." If you're wondering how I just remembered her name in particular, at this juncture, keep reading. You'll figure it out. "I'm Will," I said. (Technically, my name is William Rehnquist. Don't laugh, I have the same last name as a former Supreme Court Justice, but no relation.) "Will, your friend Steve told me I should take very special care of you tonight. Would you like that?" "Well, I'm about to get married, but you seem very nice and I'd be happy to — " I inhaled on account of her grabbing my cock through my jeans. She said, "Well, I think you and I will have a very good time tonight, Will. You're handsome. And big." She batted her eyelashes at me, and if you think I was just being dumb and falling for cock flattery, you're right. And I didn't give a rat's ass about it. Jade was the shit. At least in that particular drunken moment. She said, "Will, do you see how my girlfriends are dancing for your friends?" I looked across the room and the girls were all in some variation of a choreographed striptease. Tits flying. And with what I presumed to be shaved pussy about to be revealed en masse. My cock was a throbbing happy mess at the sight of it all. Well, maybe not a mess yet. But its relative cleanliness wouldn't last long. I looked into Jade's hypnotic eyes like an idiot with a hard-on and said, "Yes, I do see my friends." "Well, I'm a good dancer too, Will. Let me show you." And that was when she led me to the couch and pushed my chest playfully so that I fell into the cushions. My legs were already spreading out to make room for my hard dick. And my pants were feeling so goddam constrictive right about then. Something had to give. Jade didn't need music to dance. Something was playing in the background, maybe some Zep, maybe a Whole Lotta Love, but she moved to her own beat. All sinewy flesh and curves. Her ass did this curvy thing when she bent her knees and moved up and down. Her hands moved over her body like water over smooth rocks — sensual moves. Stripper hands. Pause. This was the inflection point of the evening. I was all riled up. My cock was happy but not yet satisfied. And I felt an overwhelming urge to fuck. Hell, I'd have fucked a pie if you told me there was pussy inside it (movie reference notwithstanding). That, my friends, is a very dangerous state of affairs if you're a man. If you're a bachelor, fine. You might end up fucking the ***butterface and waking up next to a mistake the next day. But when you're engaged to be married, such a sordid state of affairs is not okay. The wise thing to do, friends, is to masturbate. Go find yourself a private happy place, whether it's your bedroom or the bathroom, and load up some internet porn and get busy. Because the alternative is way worse. Way better, and way way way way worse at the same time. And do you think I did the sensible thing? That I told this beautiful Asian girl named Jade (think that was on her social security card?) that I needed a potty break to go jerk off to the mental image of her gyrating body? Is that even possible for the inebriated male species? I didn't get up from the couch. I told you I was a bastard. Jade kept moving, her curves flowing, water becoming silk becoming water again, constantly moving. Arousing me. A pouty smile on her lips. She said, "You like this, don't you Will? You like my tender young body moving just for you." Umm...yes? She went down on her knees in front of me. Uh oh. And then her hand began to move up and down my crotch, pressing firmly. She was getting a good feel for the equipment underneath. And my breathing was faster. Hell yeah it was. Jade reached for the top button of my jeans. I almost stopped her. I thought of my fiancee, I really did. And then a twisted calculus went through my head. Something along the lines of, if it was my fiancee about to get pleasured by a male stripper, I'd let a random guy eat her cunt because it would bring her pleasure. Because I loved my fiancee that much. So now that it was my turn to receive, I should take advantage of the opportunity in front of me. You think that any rational woman actually thinks that way? Maybe in a male fantasy. My fantasy. And it was just enough for me keep my hands by my side. To let Jade do her work. Top button gone. Onto the zipper. Ziiiiiiiip. The zipper was down and then Jade reached in and pulled my cock out of my boxers. She had these long fingernails painted white. I remember how they wrapped around my cock. And then she guided my dick to her waiting, wet lips. Those hot lips. God I can't forget those. I can't ever. Because sexy Jade then proceeded to use her tongue to tickle my shaft, massaging it in circles before giving it a great hard suck. Jade the stripper. Sucking my dick in my own house, at my bachelor party. And now I was getting into it. Really getting into it. I said, "Take off your top. I need to feel your tits." And Jade reached back as she was sucking my dick, untying herself and letting the shimmery silver top fall down. I reached down to cup her tits, to massage them and play with her nipples while she sucked my dick. Soft and round and with every touch I wanted to fuck her more. I started to thrust my hips upward, toward her mouth, making my cock go deeper into her throat. She made these little gagging sounds as her throat filled up with dick. Jade looked up at me as she sucked. Let me look into her eyes, those searching dark eyes of hers. And I knew I wasn't going to be satisfied with just a little dick sucking. Nope. If I'd gone this far, I wanted it all. I wanted to drill her little brown cunt with my cock. That's right. And after fucking her cunt, I wanted some anal. I wanted to push it up her ass, to fuck her tiny asshole until my cum spilled out of it. Where'd I get those ideas? What came over me? Stupid questions. It wasn't all the porn I watched, or some mental defect. Fuck no. If you think you can psychoanalyze this, you're mental. There were four factors that enabled this situation to go from mildly embarrassing to fucking out of control: 1) I'm a guy with a dick. 2) A stripper was attached to my cock. 3) Vodka and energy drinks make for beautiful parties. 4) I'm a douchebag. Don't make this more than it was. I'm just telling you what happened. And what happened next was the sort of thing that most guys only dream of. I reached down Jade's body, but she was still too far away, kneeling on the floor. I wanted to touch her little pussy. I said, "On the couch, Jade. Up here where I can reach you." And she gave me a glance that told me she knew. She got up on the couch with me, going down on my cock again. But this time I had easy access to the rest of her. To her pussy and ass. I reached for her silver bikini bottom, sliding my hand across her ass toward her pussy. If my fingers had mouths to feed, they were starving. She moaned with my cock still in her mouth. Came up for air and said, "That feels nice, Mr. Will." "You call me what you want, but I'm going to see how tight that little puss of yours is." And then I reached under her shimmery bikini bottom, probing with my finger till I reached her cunt. And when I got to it, I slid my finger up and down her wet slit. She was wet from her juices. There was no need for external lubrication. No need for third-party help to make it more slippery. She kept sucking, and I was just getting more bold with my hand. I pulled her bikini bottom down until her pussy and asshole were exposed, and then I took two fingers to rub her cunt. I rubbed her good, so that she started moaning louder. The clitoris doesn't always require direct stimulation to feel really fucking amazing for a girl. She said, "Oh so good, you fuck my pussy with your fingers, Will. Fuck me with your hand." I inserted my two fingers into her pussy and started pumping. She was a sopping wet slut, which only made me hornier. At this point, I was oblivious to the rest of the room. All I knew was that I wanted to fuck this Asian stripper in my house. On my couch. Right now. And the cock sucking was going real well, but I knew that now was the time to give her a nice, big fat white cock to write home to her folks about. I said, "Stop sucking, just stop sucking for a second." She looked at me kind of confused, but when she saw me stand and pull my pants and boxers the rest of the way down, she knew what I was up to. I saw that recognition in her face. Like she expected it to go here. I climbed onto the couch behind her, and she was in front of me in doggy position. Perfect for what was coming next. I lined up nice, my dick in my fist, and shoved my cock hard into her tight little stripper pussy. And she was shaved smooth, did I mention that? Her pussy lips were brown sugar on the outside and pink wetness on the inside, her cunt making a hard suction around my cock. Her hair was swinging back and forth as I fucked her from behind. I held onto her tight little ass, thrusting like my first name was Rod and my last name was a euphemism for a massive erection and we were under hot lights. She moaned. She pumped her ass back toward me to drive me in deeper. Her fingernails reached back and dug into my hands. Gouging. Leaving marks. Fuck was her pussy tight. You ever use your thumb to massage a girl's asshole during sex? That's what I did for her. I spit on my fingers and rubbed the spit around her tight little asshole. I rubbed around the anal opening with steady pressure while I drilled her cunt with my hard cock. She was getting all wild at this point, not just moaning but practically screaming, saying, Fuck me hard, Fuck your little slut hard. And my thumb had gone from just rubbing around her asshole to going inside it. The tip of my thumb sliding in and disappearing to the first knuckle. Oh fuck did that ever get her going. She was screaming at me to fuck her, saying, Harder, harder. And I gave it to her, gave it to her real good until I felt her back go stiff and shudder and I knew she was coming. Cumming. At a time like this, you don't use the high-class spelling. You don't get caught up in stupid. You have a thumb up a stripper's ass and your cock just about tapping her cervix, if you make her come, she cums. If she's screaming she's coming, she's cumming. Fucking cumming hard. Her pussy was squeezing my cock. Inside she was convulsing. Her pussy was trying to make me cum. To fulfill the biological imperative. Her fingernails were going to draw blood if she dug them into my hands any harder. All of that was my cue to give her the backdoor surprise. I pulled out my thumb from her ass and worked the head of my cock in instead. An efficient trade of one piece of meat for another. Bachelor Party Mistake A substantial size upgrade for her asshole. She was still shaking from her orgasm, and I was a horny fuck hellbent on defiling this girl to the best of my not-yet-married ability. I worked my cock in and out of her asshole, and let me tell you, was it ever tight. The part that was work was trying not to explode inside her right away. I fucked her like that, drilling her, making her brown ass stretch out around my enormous white cock, for what seemed like five minutes. And then I just couldn't fucking hold back anymore. All my Jedi mind tricks to delay orgasm were used up. The times tables, the periodic table, the tide tables, the lunar tables - all of them were used up. No more good here. All those tables of facts I used to displace the sensation of getting my cock squeezed by the tightest little ass the world weren't going to let me escape from this. From the conclusion. I squirted a fucking humungous load of cum up her asshole. So huge that after I pulled my dick out, I watched a river of it come streaming out, all milky white and creamy. Cum on her taint. Cum dripping onto the couch. There was enough cum spilling from her ass, such an unending supply, that you could have covered a wedding cake with it. At least the top four layers. Now for the burning question: Was Asian pussy as good as white? Well, I'm not going to be the racist motherfucker here. Let me just tell you that now I'm a believer that all cunts are beautiful, both on the screen and in the flesh. And after I dumped a load of cum into that Asian whore's asshole, it was like I'd been liberated. Sexually at least. I ended up fucking at least three other girls that night. Once I'd crossed the line of fiance douchbaggery, I was unstoppable. And Steve thought it was such good fun that he filmed most of it on his phone (in his defense, he was shitfaced) and uploaded it to one of the adult video sharing sites. He said we'd get a ton of hits. Which we did. Over three million. Including from my now former soon-to-be-wife. The marriage was off within an hour of her seeing the clip. That's another story, but not the kind you get off to. Still, there is a bright side. Should I ever choose to castrate myself through impending marriage again, I'll always have buddies like Steve to help me see the variety in the world. And long live multi-colored pussy.