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Bachelor Party

By: RumRunner



This is a true story. Like many men, I am turned on by the idea of my beautiful wife, Marge, getting it on with other men. And if the mere idea of it is enough to turn me on, imagine what the reality of it does! I'm not sure exactly why I enjoy this fantasy so much. It may be because I find my wife extremely sexy, and her sexuality and self-confidence is exciting to me. When other men find her incredibly sexy as well, it is an amazing turn on to watch her have them and see the pleasure she feels and the power it gives her. Unfortunately, my wife doesn't share my enthusiasm for this fantasy. On occasion though, she has indulged me. This is the story of one such occasion.

Marge is a 30 years old, beautiful, petite, with red hair and very attractive 36c tits. She keeps her pussy neatly trimmed, with smoothly shaved lips and just a small tuft of curly red pubic hair.

This story begins when my good friend, Tom, was getting married and chose me to serve as best man. One of my responsibilities as best man included throwing a bachelor party. The party was pretty standard: a group of guys drinking beer, playing cards and joking around while porn tapes played on a vcr. I had arranged for a limo to take a group of us, including Tom of course, to a strip bar. After spending a respectable amount of time at the party, we piled into the limo and left on our journey.

The strip bar was fairly uneventful and we didn't stay too long. Since we had started the festivities early, it was still fairly early when we left the strip bar. We decided to have the limo drop Tom and I off at my house, and take the rest of the crew back to their cars.

When we got to my place, Marge was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, dozing on the couch with the tv on. She didn't expect to see or hear from us, especially at such an early hour. Tom and I felt like partying more, and we convinced Marge to join us. She changed quickly into a pair of jeans and a snug-fitting long sleeved shirt over a push-up bra, highlighting the curves of her ripe tits.

We walked to a local bar with a reputation as a wild place. We ordered a round of drinks and played some pool for a while. Soon, all 3 of us were nicely buzzed. The combination of the buzz, the porn tapes, the time at the strip bar and staring at Marge's tits had Tom and I very horny, and we were both openly flirting with Marge, who seemed only too happy to play along, encouraging us even more.

The flirting quickly escalated. At one point I went to the bar for another round of beers. When I returned to the pool table, Tom and Marge were making out and Tom had both hands on Marge's ass. I was instantly turned on! I grabbed Marge and kissed her hard, squeezing one of her firm tits, feeling a very hard nipple.

We continued our pool playing and flirting until Marge went to the bar to buy the next round. I headed to the men's room. When I returned, Marge was at the bar and Tom was standing behind her, this time with both arms around Marge's slender waist and his hands up the front of her shirt, fondling her tits! He was pressed right up against her, grinding his cock against her round ass. They were laughing and obviously enjoying this unexpected encounter. It was very clear to all three of us that we were in for a very special night.

We continued drinking and fooling around for a short while longer before deciding to head back to my place. Walking home, I had high expectations for the remainder of the night and, as it turned out, none of us would be disappointed.

When we arrived home, we headed into the kitchen for more beers. I went into the living room to turn on some music and when I returned to the kitchen, Tom and Marge were kissing passionately. Tom had Marge's shirt untucked and pulled up nearly to her chin. Both of Tom's hands were feeling Marge's tits through her lacy push-up bra. Marge had Tom's pants unzipped. Marge had Tom's pants unzipped and had fished out his cock, which she was massaging with one hand.

I was very pleased just enjoying the show. Neither of the lovers noticed, or at least paid any attention to, my return. As I looked on, Tom freed one of Marge's succulent tits and moved his mouth to the firm, pink nipple. Marge moaned with pleasure as he would flick his tongue across her nipple, then suck and nibble it, all the while mauling her other tit with his free hand. Marge has very sensitive nipples and loves having them sucked. In fact, she loves any and all forms of attention to her tits.

I could tell that the tit sucking and the excitement of the moment had Marge on the brink of orgasm. Before she could cum, I suggested that we all move into the living room. Tom and Marge wordlessly agreed. Tom reached both hands around Marge and lifted her by the ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him deeply. Tom carried Marge down the short hallway to the living room. Once their, Tom and Marge stripped each other's clothes off and got down on the floor, kissing and enjoying each other.

Tom lay on top of Marge, kissing her and cupping and fondling her gorgeous tits, occasionally squeezing, pinching and twisting a nipple. After a few moments of this, Tom turned his attention to Marge's hungry cunt. Tom slid down and buried his face in Marge's now soaked pussy. Soon, Tom could wait no longer to fuck Marge and he climbed on top of her began rubbing his hard cock against her very wet pussy. In one hard stroke, Tom buried his stiff cock in Marge's willing cunt, causing her to release a heavy moan.

Marge lay on her back, naked, legs spread wide while Tom alternated between long, slow thrusts and hard fast pumping. Marge was in heaven. At one point, she opened her eyes and stared at me as Tom fucked her, smiling a delirious smile. Her eyes were full of pure, raw lust. I was so turned on by all of this! Soon, Tom's pace quickened and his muscles tightened and he shot his load, filling my wife's hot pussy with his cum.

When Tom rolled off of Marge, I knew it was my turn. I quickly slipped off my clothes and slid my rock-hard cock into Marge's very slippery pussy. She was so hot that she came as almost as soon as I got my cock in. As I was pumping in and out of my hot wife's pussy, I could feel Tom's cum running out, flowing down her thigh.

At first, Tom just sat on the couch watching us fuck. Soon, however, he wanted more. He moved back to the floor and kneeled next to Marge's face, feeding her his glistening cock. She sucked hungrily at his cock as I fucked her. Here was my sexy wife, one cock buried in her sizzling cunt, one in her mouth. She was insatiable. She may have been enjoying the action even more than Tom and I, if that was possible. The entire scene was too much for me and I soon came, erupting violently, adding another load of hot cum to Marge's already dripping pussy.

By now, Marge had Tom's cock hard again. When I pulled my cock out of Marge's pussy, Tom immediately rammed his in and began fucking her again, very slowly at first. I gently sucked one of Marge's nipples, watching Tom fuck her. Soon, Tom increased the pace, fucking her for all he was worth. Marge's hips bucked wildly and she cried out in orgasm. Tom announced that he was about to come and he collapsed on her naked chest seconds later.

The three of us lay there motionless for a time, then went upstairs and piled into bed with Marge lying between Tom and I. Marge lay on her side facing Tom while he fondled and sucked her tits. Soon, I was hard again and I slipped my tender cock gently into her still wet pussy from behind. Before long, all three of us were sound asleep. This was an experience I would love to relive one day!

Bachelor Party



It was a mild day for November as we made our way to the penthouse you had rented from a friend for a day for your friends bachelor party...I knew that you wanted everything to be perfect for this as you were the best man and he was your friend from childhood...I reached over and squeezed your hand reassuringly as you were driving...smiling at you tenderly and leaning over to softly kiss your cheek...it's gonna be perfect my Master...relax...even you may enjoy this... 

We had arrived a few hours ahead of the guests...a select few of yours and his fraternity brothers for this special private party for him...upon entering the penthouse...everything was perfection...the cleaning service had moved the furniture exactly the way you had requested...six large chairs in a circle in the center of the room...one of them with a large loop drilled into the leg...the bar had been stocked with all that you had ordered and the bartender would be here in a couple of hours...moving into the kitchen and checking the fridges to see that it had been all delivered...I could see the relief on your face as you finally smiled at me and said..."and you my slut...I don't ever have to worry about...you are always perfection in all that you do for me"...smiling at you and nodding softly..."yes Master...I will do my very best for you today..." 

And then it was time...the groom to be showed first...you had already attached me to your chair with a long silver chain...I was kneeling there dressed only in sheer veils...covered from head to foot...a different color veil covering each part of my body...the only thing visible my eyes...and my smooth creamy skin as the veils around my waist parted enticingly to reveal slender thighs...one by one the rest of the guests came...each one visibly startled at the sight of me kneeling and lowering my eyes as each one took his seat... 

your hand on my shoulder comforting and reassuring to me...pressing my cheek into your hand every now and then as you and your cronies talk and laugh...catching the glances of your friends as their eyes travel over the curves of my body...and then looking at the chain and then at you with a puzzled look...the two white men obviously more intrigued than the brothers...glancing up at them each time I feel their eyes on me...my head resting on your thigh as the chain trails between my breasts... 

and then finally with a tug of the chain you stand and I rise gracefully behind you...the chain wrapping around your hand as you shorten it and you walk me around the circle...the whole time explaining that I am your sub...that I am your slave...that I am obedient to your every command and that I will be the stripper this afternoon...and anything else that is wanted ...watching the eyebrows raise as you explain...and then the grins as they realize what you are really saying...you quickly step out of the circle and put on the CD ...then looking at me as you sit back in your chair and reach for the chain again..."dance for us slut"

The choice of music was of course pre planned...almost mideastern in flavor...a combination of keyboard...synthesizer...varied combinations of drums and electric violin...as you returned to your chair I once again knelt before you and you removed the chain from the collar around my neck...and then next the collar...your eyes never leaving mine as you then fastened a different chain around my waist...a little heavier in gauge...but still lightweight enough to give me freedom of movement... 

the music was soft and haunting...as I stepped into the center of the circle you kept loosening the chain until there was just a soft drop in the length from me to you...the lights were dimmed and then as the music seemed to be like a rush of wind sweeping through the room I suddenly lift my head and extend my arms...leaning backward with my toes pointed into the soft rug as I spin gracefully...the veils at my waist whipping at my soft creamy skin...and then entwining my arms in a serpentine lock and weaving them up and down my body...the chain sliding around my waist and you keeping it at the perfect slack...then lowering my head and tugging at the veil wrapped around my head...long shimmering tresses cascading down over slender shoulders and teasing hard little nipples behind the veil over my breasts...lifting my arms to the back of my neck ...the music changing to a medium tempo as I lean forward and swing my head from side to side...feet planted wide and the cheeks of my firm little ass visible to the ones behind me...the swell of my breasts dangling invitingly to the ones in front...whipping my hair in circles around me and then standing...rolling my belly seductively as my feet carry around me the circle...trailing the veil from my hair over the thighs, chests, and cocks of your friends before finally placing behind ones neck and pulling him to me...a teasing kiss through the veil covering my mouth as I spin away from him...

and then the sudden tug of the chain...almost pulling me back to you...a teasing grin as I spin back to you...the chain wrapping me around me as I stand in front of you...and then the soft tempo of drums ...long red nails contrasting against the white veil as I slowly peel it back...the red of my lips coming into view as the back of my hand now covers my eyes...hips swaying in wide circles as I turn again and the chain once again slackens...looking around the circle of men...throwing my head back and leaping high in the air...the wetness on the veil covering my sex clearly visible...finally giving a tug to the veil over my mouth ...stopping in front of another one of your cronies...my tongue sliding into his ear as the veil slips into his lap...

grinning wickedly...eyes flashing with desire as the drums begin to beat into tandem...returning to the center of the circle...the electric violin now joining in...the melody erratic and faster...arching my foot and placing it on my thigh...once again a fast spin...long shapely leg slowly lowering as my hands cup my breasts...thumbs grazing over the nipples making them stand straight out under the veil...licking my lips softly and moaning as my hand trails down to my wetness and then back up and over my full breasts...eyes almost glazed as I stop in front of the next one in the circle...a quick flick of the wrist and the veil drops into my other hand...creamy breasts with hardened nipples now revealed to all as I turn slowly...cupping them...offering them to each one and then turning back to the one I have stopped in front of ...looking down at his hardening cock as I lean forward...brushing my nipples over his lips as I drop the veil over his manhood...

laughing softly to myself as I see the hungry eyes...and then the tug of the chain pulling me back to you again...almost startled this time...eyes meeting yours and looking at you with surprise as you continue to shorten the chain...forcing me to you...your free hand reaching up and entwining into my hair...pulling me roughly to you as you whisper...I think you're enjoying this far to much my slut...and then a soft chuckle as you rip one of the veils from my waist...a slender thigh now exposed...lifting my arms over my head and swaying with the music as I move to the next one in the circle...pointing my toes and running them up his thigh...barely brushing against his balls as nimble fingers slip the veil off the other hip...my eyes devouring him as the veil drops over his head...the sweet smell of my perfume filling him ...twirling back to the center of the circle...grasping the chain between my breasts...and then signaling you for more slack...wrapping the chain around my breasts...hips moving in deep gyrations as I now have only two veils left...

feet moving in tiny steps around the circle...my hand on my hips as they roll seductively ...and then stopping in front of the groom...a teasing smile crossing my lips as I gracefully drop to the floor...breasts dangling invitingly as I crawl like an animal in heat at his feet...long shimmering tresses teasing over him and then rising once again...pulling the last veil around my waist through my now wide spread legs...rocking on it slowly...the scent of my sex lingering on the veil as I rip it from me...laughing teasingly as I place the veil over his nose...and then the final tug on the chain...a hard jolting tug dropping me to my knees...

my head down and looking up at you...round firm ass high in the air as I crawl to you...the only veil left the one covering my wetness...growling softly as I approach you and then rising to a kneel...reaching out and caressing your balls and then leaning back on my heels...your friends now standing behind you to see the finale...the music now slowing down as my arms reach out to you...a look of sheer agonizing want on my face as my fingertip trails over my wetness...body shivering...raising my hips to you in offering and then ripping the final veil from me...thighs slick with sweet wetness ...the sweet scent of my sex drifting up to you as I cup my heat and roll my head from side to side...the chain pressing into my slit hard as you shorten it...moaning softly and rocking into it...the wetness now coating the chain as well...hands trembling as I rise to my knees again...eyes searching yours as I hand you the last veil...then lowering my breasts to the floor and kissing each foot...lifting yours and placing it on my neck...the ultimate symbol of my submission to you...breathing heavy and ragged as the music fades out...

I could feel your proud smile as your foot rested on me...and the quiet power that exuded from you as you pressed your foot a little harder on my soft neck. Then suddenly you lifted me into your arms...your lips crushing down on mine as you raped me with your mouth...and then your hands unfastening the chain from me and then from the chair...roughly pushing me off of you..."now serve our guests slut"...grinning wickedly at you..."yes Master, of course". 

grinning coyly at the men and then walking over to each one...my fingertip running over each ones cock...chills going through me with the thought of so many different cocks in me...using me...fucking me...making me into the cockslut that I really am...a soft laugh of delight as I notice the white boys cocks are just as thick and large as the brothers...eyes twinkling as I step towards the groom...nipples hard and my cunt so wet as I press against him...his cock still soft but knowing it won't be for long...wondering if it's as big and thick as my Masters as my tongue slips up the side of the neck...then feeling someone behind me...looking down and seeing a pair of white hands and grinning...remembering that their cocks were indeed big and thick...pressing my tight little ass back into him and grinding against his cock...my hands moving to the front of the groom and sliding down the zipper on his pants ...then the button...tugging on his shorts and pulling them both down with one tug of my hands...gasping softly as my hand wraps around his thickness and then grinning... 

peeking over his shoulder and watching the rest of them squeezing their balls or cocks through their pants...my eyes drifting to you and looking down at your crotch...a pleased little smile crossing my lips as my lips move down the grooms neck...sucking softly at the base of his throat my thumb grazing over the head of his cockhead and then I pull away from him...moving back to the center of the circle and dropping to my knees...juices already flowing on my slender thighs...and then the 6 of you surrounding me in a circle...moaning softly as you all have undressed now...all 6 cocks now clearly visible to me...some long...some thick...some shorter but so thick I wonder if my cunt and ass and mouth can take them... 

a tall lightskinned brother lays down in front of me...his eyes motioning me to straddle him...crawling over to him slowly...my thighs pressing against him as I look down into his eyes...bending down and kissing him hungrily...moaning into his mouth as one of the white men's hands begins to caress my ass cheeks...and then a pair of dark black hands pinching my nipples hard...your fingers clenched into my hair as you pull my head back and bite into my neck...and then the feel of a cock sliding over my back...looking over and seeing one just stroking his cock as the black hands on my breasts feeds my tits to the groom...moaning loudly as he sucks them deep into his hot mouth...then almost screaming out as he bites down hard on them...

body trembling as the one that was stroking his cock now moves in front of me...looking up as he presses his thick white cock to my lips...his voice gruff..."take it slut...let me see if you can swallow this thick cock totally"...and then feeling hands spreading my ass cheeks...a finger pressing against my tight little star and then a tongue licking slowly along my crack...gasping as another tongue slides over my pussy lips and the groom sucks my tits harder...my mouth opening over the cock in front of me...slipping the huge head into my mouth and sucking hungrily...and then a tongue sliding into my slick cunt...almost screaming out again as my throat opens and I slide the thick cock deep into my throat...moaning into it as his hands clench into my hair and begin to move my head up and down the length...and then a tongue prying into my ass...wondering how in the hell I'm gonna keep from cumming...but remembering your command that I cannot cum until all of your friends do... 

and then suddenly I'm on my back...so lost in the sensations I don't even know how I got there...stretched over a lap ...my head hanging back and my legs spread wide...the thighs I'm laying over spread wide exposing the crack of my ass...and then the circle of men again...my hands reaching for two cocks...a black one and a white one...squeezing and stroking them as my mouth gets filled with a huge black shaft...my mouth automatically closing around the head and sucking it deep into my throat...feeling it slide in and out of my throat with ease at this position...then two sets of mouths on my tits...one sucking and biting hard...the other teasing with his tongue...his tongue flicking and licking over my nipples...my body trembling as suddenly a cock slams into my hot cunt...head reeling...closing my eyes as his cock pounds into my pussy...not even knowing who's cock is who's anymore...the smells and the tastes all now mingling together. 

Gasping as the one whose lap i'm on suddenly jerks me up as the cock is now out of my cunt...smiling as it's you...my Master...my strength...my head collapsing on your shoulder as you whisper to ride your cock...and then impaling myself on you...and then the invasion of a cock in my ass...and another cock in my mouth again as I ride and press back...sucking hungrily as my cunt muscles squeeze at you and then my ass muscles clench around the cock in my ass...the sensations overwhelming...screaming and moaning with each thrust into me...and then you lift me off of you...pushing me to the floor as you all stand over me...stroking your cocks ...each one aimed at a different part of my body...moaning as I watch ...the sight alone enough to make me cum...and then one by one...some so close together it seems at the same time...

the hot cum starts pouring over me...spraying into my eyes...my mouth...my cheeks...my hair...breasts...stomach...and on my slick shaved mound...the scents mingling ...finally not being able to hold back on longer ...stretching my arms out to you and calling out to you as my release rushes through my body...my body covered in sweat and cum...hands shaking as I smear it into my skin and then get on my knees...crawling to each one in the circle and sucking and licking the cum from their balls and cocks...my body trembling as I finish the last one...crawling back to you and kneeling at your feet again...smiling up at you through my cum covered face...whispering...may I take a shower now Master?



Bachelor Party



The 7...Hmmmmm...Funny...That particular incident happened about 9 years ago now...It was a week before I met my husband. He and a friend had heard about me from the "7-man" bachelor party, and came up to Reno to hire me for their party. I guess I got a pretty high rating as far as "entertainers" go...*smile*... 

Anyway, briefly...unless I get carried away...These guys contracted with me to dance and strip at a hotel bachelor party one night. It was supposed to be 2 hours, unless the tips got better, and I agreed to do it for $600.00. One of the bouncers I worked with agreed to accompany me for $200 of it, which made me feel more comfortable about the surroundings...After all, me and 7 guys...alone...was a little one sided... 

When I got there, I met the groom and the guy putting the thing on...The two of them, AND the other guys, were like total hunks! I mean, they could all have been movie stars or models! When I met with them before it got started to explain the rules to them, I couldn't take my eyes off the groom...He had the dreamiest blue eyes and big...omigod...he had muscles...Okay...calm down, Lisa...whew! 

When we finished with the ground rules...meaning "no touching the dancer..unless I said it was okay" the one guy asked me if I'd consider giving the groom a hand job if I felt comfortable about it...I said maybe... 

I danced...pranced...and stripped...We played whipped cream slide and oil the tits and a few other fun games... I made them tip me $5.00 for each one of those...Towards the end of my session, I was getting pretty horny from them rubbing my tits...I'm not kidding...I think there's a direct line from my nipples to my clit! I finished by kneeling in front of the groom and unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out...I told everyone that since they'd "oiled" me up all night, I should be able to do one of them...I gave him a 5 dollar bill and asked him if I could... 

The other guys were cheering us on...I was really talking to him too...His cock was big...and hard as steel...and no matter how hard I squeezed and pumped...he wouldn't cum!! I told him if he didn't cum soon, I was gonna use other resources...He just shrugged his shoulders and smiled...just the quiet strong type...so I licked the head of his cock...and the other guys went crazy...yelling they were next...Poor Lamar...my bouncer...had his hands full...keeping them back so I could work...When licking and talking dirty to him didn't work, I stuffed his cock in my mouth and sucked for all I was worth... 

STILL nothing! This guy was amazing...I swear!!! So, I stood up and pulled off my panties...turned around with my back to him...bent over and pulled his cock up into my pussy as I sat down on his lap...impaled...He had hold of my waist and was pounding his cock up inside of me...and I suddenly opened my eyes to all those men standing around me...some had their cocks out...and the next thing I knew...I was sucking one after the other...some came on my face..some on my tits...some in my mouth...and the whole time, Mr. Bachelor's cock was still hard and fucking the shit out of me... 

Finally he screamed and came...I thought someone turned a fire hose on inside me...It was like suddenly I was on fire...His cum pumping inside me...After he came, I wouldn't get up...and his cock never really went limp all the way...I didn't get up until the last guy had blown his load into my face...including Lamar!!

I got a standing ovation as I stood and released the big cock inside me...I couldn't believe how empty I suddenly felt, when he was out of me...Some of the guys wanted to fuck me too, but I told them that I'd already done more than I dreamed of doing...and Lamar was a sweetie about keeping the relations good between us... 

On our way back to the Club, Lamar told me he wasn't going to take his cut that night...that as far as he was concerned, he'd made out like a bandit...I told him he tasted the best... 

I’ve done a number of "parties"...but never one like that one again...I've had sex with 2,3 and even 4 guys at a time before...but that was on my own and not as part of the entertainment package.

I actually put on a pretty good "non intercourse" show, and made a lot of money just doing the whipped cream stuff and oil rubs...No penetrations...but touching was okay... 

Sigh...for the good ole days...



Bachelor Party



It was about two weeks after the day the girls had gone on the boat with the guys and Jim called Lynn to ask her for a favor. One of his brother’s friends was getting married and they were having a bachelor party. The only problem was that they wanted some strippers, but couldn’t make connections. Jim told Lynn that there would be about 15 guys there and all they were expecting was for two or three girls to come in and get naked.

Lynn didn’t have to think about it at all. She was ready to say yes. Jim told her that she had to have at least one other girl. Lynn told him that should not be a problem. She hung up the telephone and called Debbie. When she told Debbie the date, Debbie groaned. She couldn’t make it that night. Lynn talked a bit longer and then hung up. She thought for a bit and then called Liz.

Liz hemmed and hawed and then finally agreed to go with Lynn, but she wanted another girl to go along. Lynn said no problem and called Ashley. Ashley asked who else was going to go and when she heard Liz, she agreed too. 

Now the three of them got together and started planning the night. First of all they had to get the proper clothes so they went off to a store called “Fantasy Gifts”. There they looked through the underwear and picked out g-strings and see through bras. As they were walking to pay they noticed a whole wall with dildos and vibrators. Giggling to themselves they went and looked through the selection of fake cocks. Liz and Ashley picked out a huge dildo. Whispering to Lynn they added it to their underwear. Lynn looked around and saw a butt plug and some lubricant. She picked up the two items and added it to her underwear. The girls went to the counter and paid for the stuff they wanted and left.

Jim got together with the three of the them. He told Lynn in no uncertain terms that she was not to do anything with any of the guys there. She sighed and agreed to that. Lynn did tell Jim that she would be playing with Liz and Ashley. He wasn’t terribly happy about that either, but finally agreed not to interfere with her during the party. Jim then told them that his brother would be there. He wanted to make sure that they understood that since his brother knew all three of them. Lynn asked if his brother was included in the guys she couldn’t play with. Jim sighed and said that she could play with him, but no fucking. Lynn happily agreed. She really wanted to see Jim’s brother’s cock for comparison purposes.

The night finally came and Jim brought the three girls to the place where the party was held. He came through the door with Lynn on his arm and Liz and Ashley close behind. The girls mixed with the guys and talked for a bit. Jim’s brother was sort of shocked to see them. He did not expect to see his brother’s girlfriend and two of her friends there.

Once they had met all of the guys and knew who the groom was, Liz went to the stereo they had brought and put on a CD for them to dance to. Liz went first and quickly stripped down to her bra and panties. She danced over to the groom and let him take off her bra. She rubbed her tits in his face and then turned to face away from him. Liz put his hands on her hips and hooked his thumbs in her g-string. Then she helped him pull them down her legs. When the g-string hit the floor, she stepped out of them and straddled his lap, grinding on his cock.

Lynn and Ashley got up and danced, stripping each other till they both were naked. They started moving around the room letting the guys see them and letting each guy feel their tits. Lynn was getting horny, being naked in room full of guys. Ashley was even worse off than Lynn. She was taking hands and putting them on her pussy, letting the guys fingerfuck her. Liz by now had the groom’s shirt off and his pants undone. She had her hand in his underwear, jacking him off.

Lynn was feeling left out since she had promised she would not play with a guy. She made up her mind and went and got Ashley. She got her down on the floor and started kissing her as she knelt over her. Ashley was really into this and as Lynn moved down her body, kissing her way, Ashley got hotter and hotter. Lynn kissed and sucked on her nipples and then moved down to her pussy. She ate Ashley in front the guys, making her buck her hips and hump at Lynn’s face. Lynn reached for her bag and took out the dildo. She spread Ashley open with one hand and started working the dildo into Ashley’s little pussy. She would push in a ways and then twist the dildo in her. Ashley was going crazy, lifting her ass off the floor, trying to get more of the dildo up her. Finally Lynn had a good 7 inches of fake cock up Ashley and she started fucking her with it. Liz had gotten the groom’s cock out and put a condom on him. She turned so her ass was to the groom and sat down his stiff cock. She didn’t move, as much as she wanted to. She just sat on him with his hardon up her hole.

Lynn fucked Ashley to orgasm. Ashley just collapsed and laid there, panting. When she had recovered enough, she reached down and tugged the dildo out of her pussy and licked it off. Then she got Lynn on her hands and knees. She took the lube and coated Lynn’s ass and pussy. Then she spread the lube up inside her ass and her pussy. Lynn was slippery as hell. Then Ashley shoved the dildo up Lynn’s pussy and let her get accustomed to it’s size. Once Lynn nodded to Ashley she began to get a fucking from the dildo. The only difference was that Ashley reached into the bag and pulled out the butt plug.

The guy’s eyes were wide as they saw it. Ashley then took the plug and slowly but surely slid it up Lynn’s ass. She made sure it was solidly in and then started fucking Lynn up the cunt with the dildo. She made Lynn come off really fast. Maybe the plug had something to do with it. Lynn was jerking back and forth, wailing as she came. Ashley pulled the fake cock out of her and gave it to Lynn to lick clean. 

By now, Liz couldn’t help herself and she was riding the groom’s cock, moaning out loud as she did. The groom blasted his come into the condom and Liz lifted herself off him. Then she and Ashley got on their knees and offered blow jobs to all the guys. Jim was first in line for Ashley’s mouth and Lynn motioned for his brother to come to her.

Lynn watched Ashley sucking her boyfriend and undid and pulled his brother’s pants down. When his cock was out, she started sucking on him. She cupped and squeezed his balls, licked up and down his cock and sucked him into her mouth again. Soon she could feel the stiffening of his dick in her mouth. When he shot the first time, Lynn let it spurt into her mouth. Every other spurt of come after that was directed to her face as she jacked him off to make sure she got every drop of come out of him.

Jim blasted a load into Ashley’s mouth and held her head in place so that she took every bit of come into her mouth. As he was doing this he heard a gagging noise and looked at Liz. She had a huge prick stuck in her mouth and the guy had to be coming. Her eyes were buggy and she was sucking and swallowing at the same time. She couldn’t move back because the guy was holding her head. She had to take it all in her mouth. 

When Jim leaned back from Ashley, he looked over at Lynn, just in time to see her face splattered with his brother’s come. Then he turned back to look at Liz, watching as she gulped down the come in her mouth. He was pushed from in front of Ashley as another guy waved his cock in Ashley’s face. She grabbed onto it and started sucking. Liz was wiping off her lips and looking at the next cock she was going to suck. Then Lynn got up and walked over to Liz and knelt down by her. She started kissing Liz, smearing come over both of their faces. Liz began licking Lynn’s face, slurping up the come that dripped and ran down her cheeks and chin.

When Lynn’s face was clean, she turned to Jim and looking at his limp cock, grinned at him. She took his cock in her hand and licked the tip as Liz went down on another guy. As she did this she looked around and saw Ashley sucking away on another guy. Lynn was in heaven. She had a cock in her hand, she was naked and 16 guys had already seen her naked body. 

She slurped on Jim’s cock, rewarded with a stiffening. As she sucked on Jim, Lynn watched Liz and Ashley. They were sucking too. They had a line of guys behind the one that they were sucking and Lynn noticed that two guys were standing behind Jim, bitching that he had already gotten his head and why did they have to wait for him again. Lynn looked up at him with a questioning look in her eyes. He glared at her and then stepped back, letting the guy behind him move up. Lynn took him in her mouth and started sucking the new guy as Jim sat down to watch her.

She really enjoyed this. Naked with a cock in her mouth, several guys watching while she sucked, and Jim watching her too. She looked over at Ashley and Liz and watched as they were pulled up to their hands and knees. She watched as a guy got behind each of them and worked a thick cock into each pussy. They stopped sucking and groaned as they felt themselves stretch to accommodate the cocks. They both squealed as they felt the cocks going deeper and then went back to sucking as they were being fucked.


Jim sat stroking his cock getting it hard and then got an evil expression on his face. He could see Lynn’s ass with the end of the butt plug still sticking out of it. He stroked harder, rewarded with a firm erection and then he got up and walked behind Lynn. He took her hips and lifted her ass up in the air and then began rotating the butt plug in her ass. Lynn moaned around the cock that just then shot off in her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could the spurting come. Just as the guy started to relax, Jim pulled the butt plug out of her ass, making Lynn gasp. Before she had a chance to accustom herself to being empty, he drove his hardon up her ass. Lynn’s eyes opened wide and she groaned loudly, her head jerking up and her mouth open. She started panting as Jim fucked her ass.

He pounded into her and held tightly to her hips keeping her from moving away from him. It didn’t take long before the second guy shoved his cock into her mouth. Lynn began sucking cock and let herself go. Jim slammed away at her and soon shot off up her ass. When he pulled out of Lynn she slumped down on the floor with her ass in the air. The guy she had been sucking stood there and started jacking off. When he came he shot his load all over Lynn’s back, even getting some in her hair.

Lynn lifted herself up to her hands and knees and while trying to catch her breathe from the butt fucking she just experienced, she watched as the two guys fucking Liz and Ashley shot of inside them. There were four more guys waiting and when the two who had fucked Liz and Ashley pulled out the girls were rolled over on their backs. Shortly after their backs touched the floor, they were taking cock up their cunts. Liz and Ashley were fucked twice more each. Lynn knelt up and felt come running down her back. She smiled to herself and waited for Liz and Ashley to finish up so they could leave.



Bachelor Party



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Authors Note: I was asked if I could write a story about a bachelor party. I wasn’t sure but after thinking about it more I came up with the idea of a bachelor party that becomes a last fling, after all if the boys can be naughty, why can’t the girls? Of course I had to try and add a twist. The story is in four parts, follow the links to navigate (learnt that word in a web magazine), Intro, Friday, Saturday Morning, Saturday Evening and finally Sunday and the Epilogue 

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Intro 

The calendar had become a countdown; each day circled was a day nearer to her wedding. The big red blob around the 21st June signified the day, the day she’d cease being plain old Jane Fellows and become Mrs. Robert McCloud. It was now; Jane paused and mentally counted down using some virtual fingers, fifteen days.

Fifteen days.

She rolled over and kissed the half awake Robert on the mouth, slowly he started to kiss her back and then she felt his hand on her belly and her legs began to drift apart.

Fourteen days.

Robert announced that his sister, Tara, was coming to London and that Tara wanted to meet her. Jane grimaced, she’d heard enough from Robert to know that she wouldn’t like Tara, but she understood enough about life to realise that in marrying Robert then she was marrying into his family. 

She had met his parent’s only a few weeks when they’d visited on the announcement of their engagement. Even that had been traumatic and she had cried and cursed Robert that night. He had never said that his father was the clan chief and that he Robert was the heir.

Jane had been horrified to discover that the mild mannered man she’d lived with this past twelve months was the heir apparent to a Scottish title and that meant that she would be the clan chief’s wife!

“Why didn’t you say something?” She snapped as soon as they were alone. She was furious and the passion she usually channelled towards her work and relationships was suddenly pointed in his direction.

“The usual reason.” He said defensively.

“Usual? What the fucks usual?” Jane exploded. “What else haven’t you told me, another wife? Children? You’re an axe murderer?” She was actually shaking with the hurt, the show of distrust that he’d made. If he kept secrets from her now how about after they were married?

“I’ve found that to say I’m the son of a laird attracts some girls and frightens others. So I started never saying anything and until I met you it had worked. When I should have said it had all gone on so long that I didn’t know how?” He replied somewhat pathetically.

“You thought that I was a gold digger?” Jane found herself almost screeching.

“Something like that … not you, girls in general. I wanted you to love me for my sake and not a title.” He shrugged and then sat down looking miserable. “I didn’t mean it to be a secret, honestly.” He looked as pathetic as he sounded, like the dog she’d had as a kid.

“Come to bed, and afterwards I demand to know everything.” She offered him her hand which he gratefully accepted.

An hour later Jane understood that not only was she marrying Robert McCloud, but she was almost marrying into the McCloud clan, a real honest to goodness Scottish clan complete with ancestral home and clan tartan.

“Nothing will change until my father passes on the title … I hope not for many years … and then we’ll be expected to move to the ancestral pile with its Stone Age plumbing.” Robert added after plying Jane with another drink.

Jane said nothing, sipped her drink and just wondered where her life was leading her … and then there was Tara …”

“Tell me about your sister again.” She asked, raising herself on her elbow, the quilt fell away and she displayed her nakedness towards him.

“Tara … named after a character in an old TV series; apparently my father had the hots for her … what can I say, she’s straight out of a girls private school, very strict and ever so slightly upper crust.” Robert glanced at Jane. “I can’t think of anything that you have in common, except me.”

“What will she expect to do?” Jane asked wearily, love wasn’t always easy. Relationships that lasted weeks or months could always use a fuck as an outlet for frustrations, when you went for the long run then you had to have something other than hormones as a pacifier. 

“There I don’t know. We aren’t that close, either I was away at school or she was, or I was off to university and then the city, either way I doubt if I’ve spent more than a few days with her in years. So, you’ll just have to improvise.”

Ten days.

Friday

Improvise. Easier said from done, but now Tara was in the lift with Robert and a moment later she’d be here, in the apartment she shared with Robert. Jane found the need to visit the bathroom again and when she returned to the lounge they were there and she cringed because the sound of the toilet refilling was plain to hear.

Standing next to Robert the family resemblance was clear. The same chestnut brown hair, Tara’s looked like a mismanaged mane, the same thin pale features accentuating the mouth, even the same quirky smile. They could have been cloned rather than just brother and sister.

“Jane, this is my sister Tara, Tara this is your soon to be sister, Jane.” Robert moved easily between the two women as if he’d done this a thousand times before.

“Jane, I have heard so much about you, it was about time that we met.” She offered Jane a limp hand in greeting. She looked about thirty, give or take a year.

“Nice to meet you.” Jane said just touching the proffered hand. She resisted the temptation to curtsey. She was surprised by Tara’s accent, Roberts still contained a soft Scottish brogue, but Tara had an almost transatlantic lilt to hers. It was almost smoky and very seductive.

“Whilst we were driving over Tara said that she’d booked a meal, just for the two of you.” Robert continued.

“Italian, you do eat Italian I hope?” Tara added.

Jane looked helplessly from one to the other. She had hoped that Robert would have hung around and not left her with this complete stranger but he was acquiescing to her sister’s demands without the slightest obvious resistance. He gave Jane a chaste kiss on the cheek and departed without another word. She had wanted more; after all she wouldn’t see him again until Monday. She had two days and three nights to entertain Tara and she was dreading every second.

It had been arranged this way, whilst Tara was in London then Robert would first visit his parents and then go to Dublin with some old friends, an extended drinking binge masquerading as a bachelor party. Robert had urged Jane to have the same but she had few real friends and frankly shuddered at what might happen to her on a bachelor night out, so she had settled for a meal with her friends and now this enforced weekend with his family. 

Tara crossed to the window and watched until Robert had driven away. “He’s such a dear, but we can’t talk girl to girl with him around … can we? Now I would love a shower and a place to change, then we can talk.” From her holdall she produced a bottle of Italian Chianti wine. “Just let it breathe for a few minutes, figured if we’re eating Italian then we might as well drink Italian.” 

Either Robert’s description of her sister was false or Tara was putting on an act, what ever Jane couldn’t find anything to dislike. She opened the wine whilst Tara showered and washed her hair, to emerge wearing Roberts’s dressing gown, her hair a tangled mass.

“Is this apartment yours?” She asked accepting the wine glass.

“Ours.” Jane answered defensively. “We’ll stay here until we start a family.”

Tara smiled and silently toasted Jane before saying. “Aunt Tara sounds funny.”

“I’m not pregnant!” Jane blurted out.

“I wasn’t suggesting that you were! Please Jane, we are all but family and the nearest I’ll ever get to a real sister; I never meant to offend you. This is as difficult for me as it is for you.” She sat down at the dinner table. “Now unless you take hours to change we have about half an hour to finish this wine and then get ready.”

Over the course of the next thirty minutes Jane discovered that Tara was married to Duncan (very Scottish sounding) and they had two children, Alistair was six and Fiona was four (again very Scottish sounding thought Jane.). “Married at twenty two and a mother by my next birthday.” She laughed and Jane mentally worked out that Tara was about thirty, which meant she was Roberts’s elder sister. 

They changed for the restaurant, Jane couldn’t help but notice that two children or not Tara still had her figure and she was dressing in a very un-motherly way. Panties, black and sheer, hold up stockings (again black and sheer), a matching and yes, a black brassiere which pushed up her boobs. Finally she slid into a midnight blue dress that seemed to flow as she walked. Tara looked as if she’d dressed to pull and Jane felt very dowdy in comparison.

Still she rallied to the challenge and decided to wear Roberts favourite underwear, as white and sheer as Tara’s was black and sheer, body coloured stockings and her favourite red and black dress. It had been chosen by Robert and was Jane’s best and most expensive. Still she couldn’t help but feel that she looked like the poor relation and perhaps she was. Jane had no idea where the wealth in the family was, with Robert’s father or Tara’s husband.

If Tara thought that she said nothing. “On last thing, this night is on the McCloud family, so before we go any further, the only thing you need in your handbag is condoms and spare knickers.”

Jane wasn’t sure how much of that was just for fun, she was starting to have a strange feeling about the evening. Tara was beginning to act like somebody let off the lead.

The restaurant was small and when Jane saw the prices, she also knew that it was expensive. She and Robert preferred more public and modern places. Tara took control, ordering more wine and suggesting the order and range of the meals. Jane just smiled and let her. It was Tara’s money and her show, Jane resolved that she simply go with the flow.

“Does he give you satisfaction?” A slightly tipsy Tara asked suddenly.

“Pardon?” Jane wasn’t quite sure if she’d heard Tara correctly.

“Does he fuck well, my brother, how do you rate him against your other boyfriends?”

“I … err … that’s a rather personal question actually.” It was the kind of question that Jane had never thought of, what kind of sister asked how well her brother performed in bed, still Jane managed to rally and reply.

Tara sniffed and looked around the half deserted restaurant before whispering conspiratorially. “Trade you, secret for secret. I’ll start and tell you one and then you tell me one back … deal?”

“I don’t know … I mean what sort of secrets?” Jane asked warily. She’d matched Tara glass for glass and was just as drunk.

“How old you were when you first did it …I was seventeen, how about you?”

“The same.” Jane conceded. She felt as if Tara was railroading her, but she still answered. It was hardly the most intimate of secrets.

And so it started, the trading of private information, first orgasm, first oral sex, favourite position, weirdest moment … then Tara asked. “How many lovers … I had five before I married …”

“Beat you!” Said a now more than tipsy Jane. “Eight, including your brother.” She grinned wildly. This was titillating and with her inhibitions loosened by the alcohol Jane was just beginning to feel what she called frisky.

“Five before I married and nine since.” Tara finished as if Jane had never spoken. “And before tonights out I’d like to get into double figures.”

Jane tried hard to work out if Tara was joking or not, but when Tara said no more and just stared intently at her Jane decided that Tara was most probably telling the truth. “Are you serious?” She finally whispered.

“About the numbers or tonight?”

“Both I guess.”

“Well I most certainly remember how many men had screwed me; it isn’t something that you forget, unless you fuck with football teams.” She grinned, revealing a perfect set of white teeth. “And as for tonight, if I have the opportunity and you’ll learn that a McCloud never misses an opportunity.” The smile was evil or lecherous. Jane didn’t know which.

“Robert isn’t like that.” She hissed, suddenly furious at Tara’s implication might include Robert.

“No.” Tara thought for a second or two. “You are probably right, he was called the monk at school, his very best friend told me one day … when we were in bed together.” The sparkle in Tara’s was almost dazzling. “Roberts probably the only honest one amongst us.” She stopped talking to drain her drink. “Come on, I need to get laid.”

They cruised, Jane remembered doing this before she’d met Robert and it was strange how easily she slipped back into the pattern of drink, flirt, drink, dance, flirt some more. Tara was more brazen and Jane watched as more than one man had an easy tour of Tara’s buttocks and waist. She seldom put up any resistance.

They ended up in an all night club, neither was quite drunk, but they did have company. The typical bar lizard, they’d hit on the two women as they’d left the last bar and had escorted / lead them onto their current destination. There Jane watched as Tara and her partner, Jane thought that his name was Tim or Tom, exchanged tonsils whilst he was trying to guess the weight of her tits. 

She was distracted by the return of her partner, who she just about remembered called himself Shaun. It wasn’t that Shaun was ugly or deformed; Jane already had her perfect partner … and then Shaun slid his arm around her and Jane felt herself being pulled towards him, before she had formed the negative word he was kissing her.

It was a shock being kissed by another man! Robert was her man body and soul. She sensed a hand stroking her back, hesitating when it encountered the outline of her brazier. She was being touched by another man! Shaun kissed her again, this time trying to force his tongue between her lips. A hand was on her neck, literally holding her in place. 

She found the strength to push away. She was breathing hard and was confused. What was happening, why was she here with a total stranger. She glanced towards Tara who quite obviously didn’t have her inhibitions.

Shaun still had his hand on her wrist. “What’s wrong?” He asked, not angrily. He was as confused as Jane was but for different reasons. He obviously thought that Jane was available.

“I need the bathroom.” Jane found herself saying. She grabbed Tara’s wrist and squeezed hard until he woman noticed the pain above the pleasure.

It was Tara’s turn to look and confused and she did look angry. “What’s wrong?”

Jane just tugged and tugged until a reluctant Tara left the embrace of her partner and followed / was hauled into the ladies toilets. Thankfully the room appeared deserted.

“What’s wrong?” Tara demanded to know. Unconsciously she rubbed the wrist that Jane had squeezed so hard.

“Why are we here? Jane gasped, she felt giddy and short of breath.

“Have a drink, a snog, maybe something more, what else is there?” Tara saw her reflection in the mirror and flicked at her hair. “I thought that you understood?” She looked quizzically towards the other woman.

“You’re talking about having sex with them, aren’t you?” Jane answered.

“Of course, though if I have a preference I’ll have what’s his name and you can have the other … I need a pee.” So saying Tara vanished into the nearest cubicle and soon Jane heard the explosion of her urine into the toilet. The toilet flushed and Tara returned, washing her hands as she inspected her reflection.

“I can’t do this.” Jane said almost too quickly. “I marry your brother in less than two weeks.” She almost implored. “Let’s just clear off, leave them.”

Tara looked at her in a state of almost total confusion. “I don’t understand? You knew all this before we came out, this isn’t just for me, when you marry Robert you’ll be the next Lady McCloud, and do you think you’ll be able to even fart without someone hearing it? Jesus Jane, you have no idea what a tiny, claustrophobic world you’ll be entering! You have to seize chances like this, honestly, take every chance you get, whilst you can.”

Jane realised that Tara was, in her way, being honest and that Tara genuinely believed everything that she was saying.

“Let’s just have a bit of fun? As long as we are together then we’re safe. If I want more, then we’ll cross that bridge when it appears … okay?” Tara continued.

“Okay.” Said a less than convinced Jane.

Once they’d emerged from the toilet Tara had returned to her snogging with her partner and Jane had been left with a less than confident Shaun. They’d just talked mostly but much to Jane’s surprise when Shaun had tentatively kissed her on the cheek then Jane had turned to face him and they had kissed, like kids unsure of what to do, but they’d kissed.

An hour later they landed in a plush Mayfair apartment. Shaun said that it was a company property that he was using whilst he was this side of the pond. Jane needed that explaining as she hadn’t thought of Shaun as being American. It turned out that he was one of those English who earned his living in the corporate world of New York. 

Now they were in this extravagantly opulent apartment and Jane knew where this was leading and much to her surprise and consternation she wasn’t running away. She still felt nothing towards Shaun, not like she felt towards Robert. This was on older, pre Robert Jane that had resurfaced, the college tease, the office lover.

The lounge was huge, big enough to have taken Jane’s and Roberts’s entire apartment with something to spare. There was a huge cinema size television, enormous settee’s, thick carpets, a sound system that would have graced a rock concert. It was … was … Jane sort for the word … decadent, self indulgent, corrupting. It was the place where a rich man brought his Mistress.

From somewhere Tim found a bottle of champagne and popped it. They cheered and filling their glasses toasted each other. As the bubbles trickled down her throat Jane began to think that maybe once more, before her marriage … Jane’s musing were interrupted by the room lights being dimmed. She looked up to once more see Tara folding into Tim’s arms. At least she had no doubts, Tara knew why she was here, and Tara understood the rules of the game. Jane who had lived in London all her life was feeling like the country hick.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Shaun’s quiet voice interrupted her again.

“What? Oh, I was wondering why I’d let myself be talked into being here?” Jane said and then silently cursed herself. She was the country hick.

Shaun just chuckled. “I knew you weren’t as keen as your friend, just my luck to pick the wrong one … sorry, that wasn’t meant to be insulting, it’s just that …”

“Tara and she’s my sister or will be in a few weeks.” even as she spoke Jane was cursing herself.

“Tara … so is she getting hitched or you?” Shaun probed, his interest had immediately risen several notches.

Jane didn’t even answer; she just felt the blood rush to her face. It was all the answer that Shaun needed, the smile hardened and the look of a predator spread across his face. 

“Come here.” He caught her fingers, not her hand, just her fingers and slowly drew her towards him, his hold was sp weak that she could have just shaken her wrist and been free of him, but Jane offered no resistance and just as Tara had done with Tim, so Jane found herself in Shaun’s arms and offering her mouth to his.




Bachelor Party



They stood for a while, just kissing; Shaun’s hands never started the exploration of her body but just held her, keeping her close but no so close that she could feel his erect penis press against her.

He kissed well and Jane was just content to allow this to happen. She still was feeling no real passion or frenzy, there was a nice feeling growing that warm glow she felt when Robert held her, but not the rush she had when Robert really held her, when his passion seemed to feed hers.

Shaun was nice, tall, fit looking, smartly dressed, he smelt right, masculine and clean. Jane could have no complaints about him. An earlier Jane would have had no qualms about going to bed with him. She felt the edge of a settee against the back of her legs and slowly they collapsed onto it, Shaun was half ways across her body, his chest pressed against her’s and one leg just across her’s. It was a sprawl, an untidy heap of limbs. 

She felt a hand slide across her rib cage towards her breasts; there was just the merest moment of panic as Jane suppressed the urge to grab his wrist, but she was an adult, she knew the rules well enough. If she didn’t want anything to happen then why was she snogging this stranger and allowing him too gradually explore her body. The hand passed from her rib cage and began to stroke, gently, her bosom. She wriggled slightly and the hand became bolder, the gentle stroke grew in its intensity.

They were still kissing and Jane wasn’t any more the passive partner. She couldn’t say when that had happened, but it had. She had her arms around his shoulders as well.

From somewhere across the room she heard a low growl that was almost animal in its intensity and in the corner of her eye Jane could see the other couple. Tim already had his hand up Tara’s dress and her legs were lewdly spread wide.

This was something that Jane didn’t want to happen to her, not being groped and then screwed in front of Tara. It made her realise that she was already thinking about where she would allow Shaun to screw her.

As yet she hadn’t touched him but now he began to steer her hand towards his groin and that first encounter. She was reluctant but then she’d never been in a rush to take hold of a man’s dick, she just wasn’t that desperate, not that she was frigid, by no means frigid. She just hadn’t ever been really turned on by feeling a man’s dick. It was a given that any man trying to seduce her would have an erection, so the only two questions were how big was it and how long could he last? She’d never felt enough or experienced enough to be an expert in either. 

At last Shaun guided her hand to his groin and she felt that familiar hard shape which seemed to jump and press against her. As always the more she touched then the more excited and pressing Shaun became. He was big, not stonking, ginormous big, but big enough and finally Jane started to feel that swelling between her legs as she began to lubricate.

She was ssoooo glad about that as she’d began to wonder whether she would be wet enough to receive him, now she knew that she would and so Jane relaxed some more, given his dick some friendly tugs. The affect was remarkable and Shaun’s free hand was immediately trying to get beneath the hem of her dress. 

She could have stopped him, all the advantages were her’s, and once a man’s dick was touched they ceased to think and just reacted. She could control him with a touch, a promise, even a smile. Instead she allowed his hand beneath her hem, feeling its wondering approach to her cunt. 

He’d feel her stockings and until he reached the soft and warm spread of her flesh, then triggered by the realisation that she was wearing stockings, then he’d become more urgent still.

Across the room Tara’s grunts were becoming rhythmic and Jane knew that Tim was well into finger fucking her.

“Slow down.” She managed to whisper. “I’m going no where.” There, that was an admission. 

Across the room there came the low keening cry that to Jane meant that Tara had reached an orgasm. Lazily Jane looked across, Tim was kneeling between Tara’s legs, his trousers loose and his buttocks bouncing as he approached his own climax. He’s actually fucking her whilst we’re still in the room Jane thought and the depravity of it started the most disgusting of thoughts. 

She settled back into the plushness of the settee and then pushed insistently on his shoulder until he received the message and started to slide down her body. She wouldn’t let Shaun fuck her, not just yet, but she’d show Tara just how cool she could be. Shaun could go down on her first, then and only if he’d satisfied her, she’d let him fuck her and Tara could watch.

Just the thought made her wet, not just moist enough, but sopping wet.

As Shaun reached his place at her feet Jane drew her right leg up onto the settee and drew back her dress, she wanted to see his head between her legs; this mild domination was her favourite fantasy and one that Robert had always played along with.

“It doesn’t bite.” She laughed as she saw him hesitate.

He dipped his head and she felt his breath against her thighs and then a delicate or hesitant kiss. She drew in her breath in expectation, the familiar tightening of the chest and that slight pounding in her head arrived, those signals of her heightening pleasure. 

She slid forwards just an inch or enough but enough to push herself into his face, so that his next kiss was against the thin fabric of her panties; let him smell me she thought. She felt the kiss, again gentle but she now guessed hesitant, Shaun wasn’t into licking pussies? She smiled to herself, well he’d learn, this was almost her most favourite act or position. She loved it when Robert went down on her and if Shaun expected to shag her then he’d have to play by her rules.

Jane looked across to where Tara and Tim lay, she hadn’t realised until now how similar were their names, they were now back kissing and touching, just recovering from their sex and obviously anticipating more. Jane felt the kiss and carried on smiling, then to help him she raised herself just enough, which was just enough if he got the message, take my panties off. She even wiggled a little and was rewarded by Shaun’s fingers catching the legs of her panties and pulling. 

Jane lifted herself higher and couldn’t resist looking over to where Tara was now watching. The two women smiled towards each other and a secret was exchanged, from this moment forwards they were more that sisters, they were conspirators, fellow travellers, part of a unique sect only two persons strong. It brought another flood, another wave of her personal, sexual excretions, this’ll ruin the settee she thought and wanted to laugh. She was now bare arsed on a very expensive piece of furniture and her pussy was behaving like a leaky tap.

She pulled Shaun’s face into her pussy and felt the first darting invasion of her privacy by his tongue. It was her turn to growl, her turn to shudder, she kept her fingers just wrapped in the mass of his hair, he couldn’t pull away without her approval.

He started to lap and she knew that this wasn’t his party piece, still she’d manage, all it needed was a few words of encourage and advise, what she liked and how and for how long. She steered his face until his tongue found her clitoris, now that was better. Now she could stop wondering if she would climax and wonder when and how hard.

“Use your tongue more.” She whispered and by the look on Tara’s face, Jane knew that her whispered orders were carrying across the room. It just served to add something more into the decadent mood she was beginning to feel. “That’s right, now suck … not to hard … now your tongue again … now suck some more … yeah … yeah … keep doing that…”

She lay back, resting her head against the soft pillows of the settee. This was good, not quite the best as that had to include Robert, but still pretty good, very self-indulgent…

“Ahhhhh!” She cried out, the first tremors of her orgasm started … “Ahhhhh!” It was like wave, every decreasing waves with less time between each one, the nearer she was to her climax and then the shorter the period between each convulsion, finally there was no gap, the waves were continuous. Jane threw back her head and screamed; she was coming and hard, very hard.

The orgasm seemed to last for ever, she knew that it could only have lasted a few seconds, but the effected seemed to last forever, she shuddered and quivered, rubbing herself into his face. Slowly she came down from her high, becoming more and more conscious of her surroundings, the orgasm wasn’t quite spent, but the gushing intensity was over, now it was like the ebbing of the tide. 

It was a frustration that men never realised how long her climaxes lasted, theirs was short and sharp and they assumed that her’s was the same. It was now that she wanted to be held, gently stroked, not in her intimate places, just held and stroked, but Shaun hadn’t reached his moment and the settee wasn’t the place for such intimacy.

“I need to … to …” He stumbled over the words.

“I hope that you were a boy scout.” Jane breathed.

“What?”

“Prepared, are you prepared?” She tried to smile but in truth if he wasn’t then she’d had her fun, then that would be cruel. She could always give him a hand job as she didn’t enjoy having a man’s dick in her mouth.

“Sure.”

“Show me.” She still had her legs wide and was unconsciously just touching herself, egging him on with her brazenness. She was feeling so horny and was beginning to realise that she hadn’t had her fun, that she wanted more, much more. Still wasn’t fool, enough to believe a man without the evidence, only Robert would be allowed to penetrate her without wearing protection and only then after they were married.

He pulled the foil wrapped condom from his wallet. “Satisfied?”

She almost asked for the date on the foil but then resisted the tease. “Not satisfied, that’s your job.” She gave him what she hoped was a smouldering look.

“Here?” Shaun glanced about the room, Tim and Tara were too engrossed with each other to really pay any attention to what Jane and Shaun did, still …

“The bedroom?” Jane suggested and then “Just how many are there?” 

“Bedrooms, two.” Shaun rose unsteadily to his feet, even in the half light his erection was very obvious and Jane couldn’t resist stroking it again. “Haaa!” He jerked his head back.

“Help me.” Jane extended her hand and Shaun helped her to her feet. She slipped into his embrace and they kissed, she tasted herself on his lips and it was a sign of her hunger that it didn’t disturb her. Shaun’s hands began to grip her buttocks and he shamelessly pressed his erection against her. “Don’t waste it.” She whispered, in her heels Jane was only a couple of inches below Shaun. 

“This way.” Shaun took her by the hand, they passed silently by Tara and her partner, she was practically out of her dress, her white breasts spilling from her brassier. The two women exchanged glances before Jane padded after Shaun.

“Can I turn the light on?” He asked.

“Why?” She asked.

“I want to see you.” He said candidly. 

“Low then.” Jane conceded. She had never been one to fuck with the lights on, that was to crude.

In the subdued glow of a single side light the bedroom looked as large and as decadent as the lounge. At least there wasn’t a mirror on the ceiling, but in every other way it spoke of wealth and power. The bed was huge, one of those oversized beds in which a person would feel lost, even two would rattle around and then Jane realised that the bed was intended for more than two, that the bedroom, like the lounge was designed to accommodate an orgy.

“We won’t be joined later, will we?” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

“No, of course not.” Shaun looked surprised at the idea, but that might have been just for show. Jane guessed that he’d have soon as fucked her in the lounge as in this bedroom. Shaun and Tim were a double act; they hunted as a pair and screwed as a pair.


Jane had always found this moment difficult, did she just dive on the bed or behave more restrained and quietly undress. It was her best frock and that decided her. She looked around for a hanger and having found one, casually undressed whilst Shaun just stared, his eyes hungry with desire.

She was already minus her pants and now unclipped her brassier whilst Shaun had just sat on the bed to watch, absently he was touching himself.

“Before you undress you could go and find my panties.” Jane suggested.

“What … right …”

Jane laughed softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

As soon as Shaun was out of the room Jane slipped beneath the sheets, they were pure cotton, expensive and fresh. A moment later Shaun reappeared, his mouth open ready to say something but then he saw her spread out beneath the sheets and stopped.

“I said that I wasn’t going anywhere.” Jane laughed again and then watched as Shaun undressed. He had a good body; it wasn’t a bodybuilder’s body, but trim enough to say that he looked after himself. When he was down to his shorts he stopped and looked at her. 

“Should I get into bed now?”

“Not until they are history.” Jane pointed at his shorts. “You ogled me so it’s only fair if I do the same.” 

“Okay.” Shaun dropped his shorts and instantly his erect cock sprang to attention. He showed no embarrassment in his nakedness. “Well?”

“What should I say, give you a size comparison.” Jane started to laugh, this is fun, natural and not as sleazy as she had imagined it might have become.

Shaun climbed onto the bed, his dick swinging. Jane couldn’t resist taking hold. It was hot and hard, she could feel the blood pounding through it and she could almost believe that she could feel his pulse.

“Good enough?” He said.

“Hope so, like they say, you can’t tell until …“Jane doesn’t finish the sentence. She felt high, exhilarated and very horny.

“Then stop teasing me.”

“You’ll have to wear something.” Jane grinned as she just gently wanked him. She knew that he wouldn’t come that easily, but couldn’t explain how she knew.

“Of course.” He pointed towards the bedside cabinet. “Unless you’re a fuck monster then there’s plenty in the top drawer … why don’t you look and see …”

The profanity shocked her; Shaun hadn’t used crudity during her seduction and he didn’t need to now. Jane looked over to the bedside cabinet. She had two ways of moving, one would show Shaun everything she had got, the other will make her look like a school teacher. This wasn’t a time for false modesty and so she stretched over, letting go of his dick and then pushing out her arse towards him.

She started to count; it took to eight before she felt his hand on her buttocks.

She opened the drawer and found his collection, there were enough condoms for an orgy of orgies and they came in all shapes, colours and flavours. She felt his finger brush across her anus and stopped her examination of the drawer contents. 

“Not there.” She says with a soft determination, finger fucking her arse was a privilege that you earned. To date only Robert and one other had qualified.

He took the hint and his hand travelled the few inches to her pussy. Jane sighed and smiled to herself as his fingers slid into her wet pussy. He started to slowly finger fuck her and Jane dug a condom from the general pile and tossed it in his direction. 

The finger fucking stopped, she felt movement behind her but didn’t look back as she knew what was happening and that was enough for her pussy to flood with expectation. She felt a hand on her hips and knew that he is right behind her and now poised to enter her. She wriggled her arse, presenting herself to him. A moment later he was inside her and she cried out as his prick pushed over her entrance.

The cock seemed to fill her to the brim. She knew that wasn’t the case. Shaun wasn’t the biggest man that she had ever been with, but the illusion was enough. They start to screw, Jane lowered her head and raised her buttocks a little, his penetration became all the more intense and she started to softly moan to herself.

They moved around the bed, disengaging and re-engaging as they do, finally Jane was lying on her back as they reached an almost mutual orgasm. He buried himself as deep as he could go and as he started to come then so did she. It isn’t the greatest or longest in her life, but she was happy and snuggled up to Shaun.

“That was nice.” Jane whispered, her body was glowing from the effect of two orgasms in a matter of minutes.

“Just nice?” Shaun chuckled. He rubbed the lose hair off her face and kissed her on the mouth. “Are you really getting married soon?”

The question made Jane wince. She wished that she hadn’t said anything and now wondered just how much of Shaun’s attention was simply the fact that he’d just screwed a woman the week before her wedding.

“A week on Sunday.” She admitted. “Now change the subject … are you married?” Jane reckoned that the best form of defence was attack. If he wanted to pry into her circumstances then she’d do the same in reverse. 

“Ouch … and no, not any more, I’m divorced ... would it matter if I was?”

Jane wondered whether to believe him or not, but then it didn’t really matter. If it had then she’d have asked before he’d taken her knickers off and not after she had been to bed with him.

“Only if there was a chance of an angry wife turning up at the church.” Jane rolled onto her side and snuggled back into what Robert called the spoon position. She was suddenly tired and needed to sleep.

Saturday Morning

The next morning or more properly later the same day, they screwed again. Shaun was a thoughtful and considerate lover who took his time on the foreplay; so that Jane was almost ready to come by the time he did enter her.

She drifted off to sleep only to be woken again, this time by Tara.

“Time to move.” Tara said, pulling the sheets off Jane’s naked body. “They left an hour ago, come on Jane, you can sleep at home.”

Jane dressed and they caught a cab to her flat. She felt shattered and went straight to bed and was joined a few minutes later by Tara, they slept without touching.

Later, after a few hours sleep and a meal Jane felt almost revived. She hadn’t spoken of the nights events and wondered if Tara would, she should have known that she would.

“Was it worth it?” Tara asked.

“What?”

“Going to bed with Shaun, was he worth the effort?”

“Yeah, I suppose so.” Jane reluctantly agreed. “How was yours?” It was one of those duty questions, one you had to ask, even of you weren’t interested in the answer.

“Tim, tiny Tim, no just kidding, very physical, his techniques a little lacking but he more than compensates with staying power.” Tara broke out into a huge grin; those perfect white teeth were on display. “They fly to the States tomorrow and Tim was wondering if we’d like to see them off.”

“Off?”

“A drink, a meal and then back to the apartment for more of the other, what do you say?”

“Are you serious?” Jane asked.

“Serious, I most certainly am. Those gentlemen seem to have a great deal money and want to spend some of it on us, so why should we object, or are you regretting last night already?”

Jane grimaced. “It isn’t the usual way of celebrating the end of your bachelorhood, going out and getting picked up … how the hell can I face your brother?”

“Does he know everything about you, how many lovers you’ve had for instance, I bet there are many things that you haven’t told him?”

“Yeah, sure, but they all happened before I met Robert.” Jane protested.

“You are what, twenty five?” Tara asked.

“Twenty four actually.”

“Whatever, you’re going to be married to my brother for maybe fifty years and sometime or other there will be things that you’ll both keep from each other. Believe me, I do from Duncan and not just that I’ve been unfaithful, things the children do for instance. I bet that even now he doesn’t know everything about what you’ve done since you met?”




Bachelor Party



“No.” Jane conceded. “And I still don’t know how I’ll face him.” She persisted.

“Bridges to be crossed are just that, the future. Now about this evening …”

Jane listened in abject horror as Tara explained her plans for the evening and the night to follow. It involved Tim and Shaun but with the added wrinkle that they should swap men. Finally Jane had the chance to speak. “Are you serious? We swap partners?” It was bad enough that Tara wanted a rerun but this made things ten times worse.

“Sure, adds a certain something to proceedings.” Tara licked her lips. “I’m getting horny just thinking about it, what do you say? We can dress down and have a swift shop, freshen our gear for to night … and remember, everything’s on Clan McCloud.”

Jane opened her mouth to protest but Tara was like a force of nature and Jane felt as if she were being swept along in her wake.

Two hours later Jane had a complete new outfit down to her knickers. It wasn’t quite her style; she’d have described it as posh pickup which she suspected was Tara’s idea. Still she’d let Tara flash her credit card and enjoyed a certain perverse pleasure from totting up how much she’d cost Tara; the knickers were twenty quid in themselves.

“You look gorgeous!” Tara exclaimed when she finally saw Jane in the complete ensemble.

“I feel like a Christmas present, wrapped up to be unwrapped.” Jane complained, though she was pleased at Tara’s obviously genuine reaction. She was wearing a trouser suite in midnight blue (she wondered if that was Tara’s favourite colour) and a white, low cut cotton top with no bra and only those twenty pound knickers beneath. The trousers were tightly cut and almost showed off her cunt, they most certainly showed off her buttocks, the jacket was Spanish style, all curves and no edges. Jane had to admit that Tara knew her stuff, her outfit was elegant and seductive and Jane shivered in anticipation. It was with an effort that she returned to her street clothes.

Saturday Evening

Tara was wearing a short dark dress and Jane knew little else. She watched as Tara had picked a black thong that hid between her bottom cheeks, debated wearing a brassier and decided against it, debated wearing stockings and decided against them. It was during this parade that Jane noticed that Tara had hardly any pubic hair and what there was had been almost tailored.

“Do you shave or trim?” She asked and then blushed furiously. She had never asked such a question before, well not when the other woman was parading naked about her bedroom.

“What … oh … Duncan’s likes to see my wares, so it’s for him really, though it is sexy.”

“Does he shave you?” Jane suddenly asked.

“It as been known … why ask?”

“Just curious.”

Tonight it had been Jane’s idea that they opened a bottle of wine, they were already two thirds of the way down the bottle.

“So does Robert get out the scissors?” Tara asked with a salacious grin.

“He helps, but I think he just likes looking.” Jane answered. “Can I ask a question?”

Tara slumped into the only comfortable chair in Jane’s bedroom, she was still naked and Jane was mildly annoyed at that fact. She didn’t want residue of Tara on her furniture. “Go ahead, but remember, I can ask a question back.”

“Does doing it with somebody else change things with Duncan; I mean do you have to fake things.”

“Fake?” Tara laughed, her smoky laugh, the one she’d used on Tim. “I don’t fake, either I come or I don’t, and as for Duncan, we do it because we both want to and I like what he does to me. “Okay?

Jane nodded.

“Now my question … last night, he went down on you, do you like that?”

“Hmmm!” Jane found that she couldn’t keep the grin off her face.

“I’ll remember that.” Tara’s voice had a catch in it. “Let’s finish of that wine.” She suggested, her eyes blazing. “Then we can begin to party.”

They met the men at the same bar they’d met them on the previous evening. After a drink, this meant that Jane had had several and was starting to feel relaxed, they went onto the restaurant and then onto a club before returning to the apartment. All night Tim had paid the bills and paid her attention without pushing the boundaries between conversations and touching.

By now any doubts that Jane had been feeling were gone and when Tim snaked him arm around her waist she actually wrapped her fingers into his hand.

In the lift Shaun and Tara started kissing and after a hesitation Jane turned to Tim. “Are we just going to watch?” She heard herself ask.

Tim smiled, she noticed that he had one broken tooth that vanity hadn’t made him correct. “Watching can be fun, but doing is so much better.” He tilted her head and kissed her. She tasted peppermint on his lips and breathes; he’d used one of those freshening sprays.

The lift stopped whilst both couples were still kissing and the automatic doors opened. They tumbled out and then down the short corridor to the apartment, for the first time Jane realised that there was only one door off the corridor and they were heading towards it. She hadn’t noticed before but it was a private lift.

Tim’s hand slid from her’s and onto her buttocks, Jane felt his finger glide between her buttocks. She didn’t do anything to halt his progress; in fact she enjoyed the sensation. Robert was a bum man and maybe Tim also was. She did notice that it was Tim who had the key and that all night Shaun had deferred to him. So did that mean that Tim was the real money man and Shaun the hanger on? 

They entered the apartment proper; Tim left Jane’s buttocks just longer enough to produce another bottle of champagne. They cheered when it was popped and saluted each other as it was poured. Jane had a feel of history repeating itself. 

Jane collapsed onto the same settee where she was joined by Tim, this time his kiss tasted of the champagne. He enveloped her, hands beneath her thin top and around her breast, his mouth on her lips and then her neck before sucking on her ear lobes. It was almost mechanical, a set routine that an experienced lothario took until he discovered what made his lady of this night tick.

He found her spot, the one just behind her right ear and Jane succumbed. Robert always did this and now Tim was doing the same. Jane growled softly, her head was to one side as Tim literally feasted on her. She felt for and found his prick, it seemed smaller than Shaun’s but Jane didn’t care.

When Tim started to undress her Jane did nothing to stop him. Shaun had only removed her panties in public but now Tim undressed her completely before burying his head deep between her legs. She was starting to come almost before he found her clitoris, just on the way that he had caressed and teased her body. It just wasn’t fair; Jane couldn’t control her own body.

With a cry she started to come, Tim seemed to intensify his efforts, his tongue road her orgasm and continued, returning to her clitoris, drilling his tongue between her lips. She felt his finger searching for a route between her buttocks and then she felt his finger pressing against her anus. It made her orgasm all the more intense, it seemed to continue for ever and when his finger just pushed inside her anus, then her orgasm just seemed to last for ever.

She came down, but it was a slow event as Tim never once left her alone. He wasn’t intrusive; usually all she wanted after orgasm was to be held and cuddled. Tim wasn’t doing that, he was working on her nipples with the same skill and enthusiasm. 

He was relentless, skilful and relentless and even as her first orgasm was finishing Jane felt the start of a second. He was back in her face, hands holding her so that she couldn’t look away and couldn’t prevent him placing a pussy flavoured kiss on her lips.

Now he undressed himself, as if satisfied that she wasn’t going to vanish, still Tim quickly undressed. Again he had no shame, his cock was hard and he even briefly rubbed himself as sitting back he feasted on her naked, open body.

“I have to fuck to you.” He said, now stroking her inner thighs.

“Yeees …” Jane moaned. She wanted him inside her, at that moment nothing else matter except to feel this man, this stranger, to bury himself inside her. “You must …”

“I know … I must wear something … Shaun told me.” There was an admission, that Shaun and Tim had exchanged confidences about the women. It should have annoyed her, Jane would have been furious with Robert if she’d have even suspected he’d talked about her to anyone else. Now she just smiled and watched as from seemingly no where Tim found the small, silver foil packet, broke it open and rolled a condom onto his dick. “How’s that?” He asked jokingly.

“Lets find out.” Jane laughed and opened her legs just a little wider.

“Your wish is my command.” Tim shuffled forwards, Jane felt his cock nose its way along her thigh, she resisted the temptation to reach down and guide it into her. He would do that himself; she just braced herself as that first penetration always if not exactly hurt stretched her.

“Ahhhhh!” The cry from Jane was soft and involuntary as Tim eased himself inside her. He leant over her and started to move, slowly to begin with as he adjusted himself to the woman below her. What did she like, hard and fast, slow or a mixture. He would play the game to please her for in doing that he pleased himself.

She simply moved beneath him, now matching her thrusts to his own, driving back at him, not hard, just an insistent response. He knew already that he preferred the other one; there was more of the animal in her. This one was a lamb and he preferred the wolf.

He moved around, pulling her onto his lap, now he could suckle her breasts … now that brought more of a reaction, he sucked harder.

Jane squealed and for a moment the blissful sex was charged with the pain from her nipples. She opened her eyes and stared into his face, he was smiling, as he hurt her he was actually smiling. She pulled his face away and kissed him, there; use your lips that way she almost said.

He rolled her onto her back, pinning her beneath him and then furiously brought her to another orgasm, slamming into her until she was crying with each thrust …”Ohh! … Ohh! … Ohh! … Ohh! … Ohh! … Ohh! … Ohh! … Ohh! ...Ahhhhh!” 

She was coming, and he felt the triumph of making another woman come beneath him.

Jane was turned again, now she was leaning into the couch with her arse in the air. She felt Tim just stroking her, not fucking her, just stroking her. She heard Tara say something, it sounded like a protest but she couldn’t turn around and see what was happening, then she felt Tim’s cock nosing its way back inside her. Yes, that was right, that was what she wanted, one more fuck and then to sleep in that huge and comfortable bed.

It was the feel that alerted Jane to the fact that something had changed, Tim felt different. She managed to twist around and froze, it was Shaun kneeling behind her, and it was Shaun who was fucking her. She just stared and then looked over the room to where Tim was now fucking Tara as easily as he’d just fucked her.

“No!” She whispered and tried ineffectually to wave her hand at him. It did no use and then it didn’t matter as she began to orgasm again.

Sunday

Jane awoke in a bed she couldn’t remember getting into. It was the big bed, the one she had spent the night with Shaun in. She looked around, she was alone but the pillow next to her’s had been slept on. She heard the toilet flush and then a very naked Tara appeared.

“You’re awake.” Tara said, collapsing onto the bed.

“Yeah …” Jane stopped; the memories of last night flooded her head. “Jesus … I just remembered.” She looked towards Tara for confirmation. “Did it really happen?” She whispered.

“They swapped … oh yes, that bastards had it all planned. Tim wanted you because of the wedding thing and as his daddy owns the apartment and Shaun is supposed to be his minder, then what Tim wants Tim get.” Tara had been talking into the mattress, now she looked up. “You passed out or went to sleep, anyway Tim got pretty chatty and started to brag, so I just sat and listened. Seem’s he and Shaun fly in from New York every few weeks looking for some action and this time it was us … sorry babe, this was my doing. I got you into this …” Tara reached across and touched her. “Let’s get dressed and head home, get a shower, a bite to eat and really hit the sack.”

Jane took a shower whilst Tara made coffee and toast, it was hardly a meal but all they needed, just something to fill their stomachs. Then whilst Jane ate then whilst Tara showered and they finally just sat and finished the coffee.

“Ever slept with a woman?” Tara asked.

“Please … enough already.” Jane spluttered.

“I meant that there’s only one bed, its big enough for two, so long as you don’t mind me next to you.”

“We did that yesterday, remember?” She felt very weary. “So this way I get sleep with both of the McCloud siblings?” Jane retorted and a little of her humour and feistiness reappeared.

“Nice way of putting it …now which is your pillow?” When Tara smiled it was easy to see Robert, they were very alike.

It was mid afternoon when they slipped into the big bed and darkness had fallen when Jane awoke. She couldn’t see the time on the alarm clock without switching on the light and didn’t want to do that for fear of disturbing Tara. Instead she listened to the street sounds, the volume of which was always a good guide as to the time. It was quiet, no dead quiet, but enough for Jane to know that it was early morning, early Monday morning.

“How long have you been awake.” a sleepy voice asked her.

“What … just a few minutes … you?”

“The same … I sleep light and you’re snoring woke me.”

“I don’t snore!” Jane protested.

“Then we have someone else in bed with us.” Tara joked weakly.

“No, never again … the next man I sleep with will be called McCloud.” Then just in case that wasn’t clear enough. “Robert McCloud.”

“Good choice … no seriously … my brother will be a loyal husband and brilliant father.”

“The ancestral home, is it really out of the dark ages?” Jane asked. She liked the idea of Robert as a husband and father; it made her glow to think that she’d be a wife and mother.

Tara sat up and switched on the light, like Jane she was naked and her bare breasts were exposed. “It’s built on a promontory overlooking the loch, in summer the dawn lights will stream through your bedroom, in winter, the same happens only a few hours later. It’s gorgeous, remote and you have to love the place to live there, it’s not like living in the city, you have to be self sufficient. Either you can hack it or not.”

“Will I hack it?” Jane said.

“Truth is I don’t know, Robert knows what to expect, you don’t, you’ll need him to help you and knowing Robert he will. You’ll have time; keep away from the place at first, just visit for holidays and the like.”

Jane was silent for a while. “Meaning you don’t think I’ll hack it?”

“Meaning that you’ll need Robert to help you, on your own, no. you’ll be back here in three months.”

Jane kicked the quilt off and lay naked on the bed. It was a warm night and any inhibitions she had about being naked with a woman had been permanently destroyed over the past couple of days. “Do you live nearby?”

“An hour in good weather, a day in bad … you really are very beautiful, never realised before just how beautiful … I’ll call around, but I have my family and house to run, so don’t expect to see me every day.” She ran her finger along Jane’s rib cage and down to her belly button.

Jane flinched and absently flicked away Tara’s hand. “That tickles.”

“Robert said that you’re ticklish.” Tara murmured.

“Leave off then … I just realised, what’s your other name, your married name.” In mild annoyance she caught Tara’s hand.

“Oh … Lorimor, Mrs. Duncan Lorimor.” She withdrew her hand from Jane’s.

“Not a Mc?”

“God no, Lorimor is a lowland name, McCloud’s a highland name … the McClouds are highlanders, kilts and all that, the Lorimor’s are good lowland farmers.”

“Oh!” Jane couldn’t see the difference.

“There was a time when lowlanders and highlanders regarded each other as foreigners; even now the more traditional still don’t like the inter-marrying of the ‘races’. Tara added bitterly.

“Your parents?” Jane asked with a flash of insight.

“Mother, I should have married into a highland family, father isn’t so bothered, but even he was disappointed.”

Jane looked up just as Tara’s fingers touched her rib cage.

“I am worse than a lowlander?” Jane asked.

“Should have been, but they liked you, seems that you stood up for yourself, and they liked that. I stood up for myself and dam near got excommunicated.” She was bitter; there was the hint of a family dispute here.

Jane was becoming intrigued and was also trying to ignore the insistent touching from Tara.

“So what’s the difference?”

“Roberts a boy and I’m a girl.”

“I’ve noticed.” Jane giggled. “So how does that change things?”

“It just does, Robert will be clan chief so he’s entitled to make decisions, I’m the sister, that’s almost breeding stock … have I said how attractive you are?” Tara was changing the subject and despite her curiosity Jane allowed her. Tara was becoming her friend and she would allow her to choose the time and place for such personal revelations.

“Yes … and … and …” Jane didn’t quite know how to tell Tara to stop touching her. A part, the bigger part was saying slap the bitch but a smaller voice was saying not yet, see what it’s like.”

The two women just stared at each other. There was a growing tension between them, a tension Jane had only ever felt when she had been with a man for the first time.

Tara’s fingers traced a nervous route to the base of Jane’s breasts, touched and then withdrew.

“Do you know what you’re doing.” Jane said in a soft, still voice.

“Yeah!” Tara’s smile was as weak as her voice. She touched Jane’s breast again and when the other woman didn’t reject or protest she became a little bolder and the finger traced a route to Jane’s nipple and then around the island of brown flesh.

“I have never…” Jane didn’t finish the sentence.

“Neither have I, not properly, just schoolgirl touching and that was year’s ago when I was away at boarding school… is that nice?”

“Hmmm!” There was no point is lying, Jane’s nipples weren’t hard but they were, well, just tingling and she did feel a certain moisture elsewhere. “It’s different, not like when a man touches me.” Tentatively she brushed the back of her hand across Tara’s exposed chest.

“Aah!” Tara almost jumped.

“If we don’t stop …” Jane said.

“I know … is this taking the sister connection to far …”

Jane giggled. “I already have a sister, my brothers wife … she’s never taken me on a weekend of debauchery … I have never watched her fuck with a complete stranger or have her do the same … are we being stupid, taking this too far?” She asked touching Tara’s cheek with her fingers.

“Very stupid … and tomorrow … well tomorrow we can always look back and cringe.” Tara caught Jane’s fingers and kissed them. “There, now you can say that you’ve been kissed by a woman.” Tara joked, her voice weak with anticipation.

“Why don’t we do it properly.” Jane suggested, her head was pounding with the blood surging through her and she was sure that her heart would explode. She didn’t like to think what she was like between her legs and that a woman was making her so excited.

Tara hesitated; she was half sitting whilst Jane was still lying on her back, so she could make that first move the easiest. She smiled and lowered her head; the mane of her hair fell across Jane’s face. Tara scooped the hair away, her mouth and Jane’s were centimetres apart. A final hesitation and then the first tentative kiss, lips barely touching, still both women knew what was occurring.




Bachelor Party



The car drove along the tree-lined lane to a house overlooking a lake. It was a large house with several levels of decks at the rear. 

"It's a beautiful house, Tiff," Ashley said, taking in the beautiful flowers that were expertly laid out in the lavish gardens. 

"Yes, it is. Mike is a very successful lawyer here. He has been my client for about two years now," Tiffany, the taller blonde answered. "He's really nice, but I am a little worried about tonight. I'm glad you came with me, Ashley." 

"Yeah, these bachelor parties can sometimes get out of hand, especially it they aren't used to the rules," replied Ashley, "will he have any help with security?" 

"Yes, some of Mike's friends will be here to help with his son's friends, just in case," Tiffany replied. She pulled the car around the back of the house. The two women grabbed their suitcases and went in through the side door. The housekeeper smiled at the two women and showed them to their changing room. 

Tiffany and Ashley worked for a private dance club where each girl had their own clientele. They would dance privately for their clients either at the clubhouse or at the client's own home. A few of the girls used some of their clients as johns while most of the dancers took their jobs seriously. Unlike public clubs, the rules here were much more liberal, but there was much greater air of sophistication and respect. Touching of non-private parts was allowed but there would be absolutely no groping. The dancers were professionals and all wanted to remain that way. This type of erotic dancing was much safer and rewarding than club dancing. 

There was a knock at the door and a tall, older man walked in. Mike was in his late forties, slightly graying hair and fit. "Hi Tiff," he said, smiling at the young woman. Tiffany got up and walked over to him, giving Mike a long hug. 

"How are you, babe?" she asked. Ashley caught Mike looking down at Tiffany's naturally large 38DD breasts, clad only in a bra. Ashley couldn't blame Mike, for she loved looking and playing with Tiffany's breasts, too. "This is my friend, Ashley, she will be working with me tonight. I hope you don't mind," Tiffany said, smiling at Mike seductively. Mike smiled, his arm around Tiffany's thin waist. 

"Oh no, that will be great. Now, this is my son's bachelor's party and I want the two of you to put on a great show for them. I have a few friends coming by to help, just in case it gets too rowdy, so don't worry about that. We told all the kids the rules. They will have to pay for their own lap dances and you control how much they can touch. And the lap dances are $30 each, right?" Mike asked, making sure everyone was happy with the arrangements. 

Mike left the room to make sure everything was organized for the party. Ashley was going to go on first so she was preparing herself for the show. She had decided to wear a school girl outfit for the first show since most of the guys there were in or just out of college. Tiffany was going to wear a baby doll negligee for her show. 

"Thank you again for helping me tonight, Ashley," Tiffany said, leaning against Ashley's back as she finished her make-up. Ashley could feel Tiff's large firm breasts against her back. Tiffany knew that Ashley loved the feel of her against her so she slightly rubbed her chest back and forth, adding to Ashley's sensations. Tiffany wrapped her arms around her friend's waist, pulling her against her mound. She ground her pussy against Ashley's firm ass, sliding her hand up her belly, cupping Ashley's breasts. Ashley bit her lower lip, moaning as Tiffany rolled and pulled at her hard nipples. 

"Ooohhh Ggddd you'd better stop, Tiff," she moaned, pushing her ass back against Tiffany's mound. 

Tiffany laughed softly, "And what if I don't?" She kissed and nibbled on Ashley's neck, squeezing her tits harder. "What will you do if I don't stop?" Ashley glanced at the clock on the table. They still had a half hour before they were due to go on. Ashley turned around, looking up into Tiffany's eyes, smiling. Tiff's 5' 6" frame towered over Ashley, who barely reached 5'. Yet her figure and 34D breasts made her as eye catching as Tiffany. Tiffany had yet to put on her outfit so her bare breasts were right under Ashley's chin. Ashley smiled at her friend coyly, pulling her head down to her. They kissed gently at first, letting their passions build. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths. Tiffany moaned as Ashley sucked on her tongue, her hands sliding up Tiff's side, cupping her large firm breasts. Ashley squeezed and caressed the large globes, toying with her hard nipples. 

Tiffany's breathing deepened as she rocked her pussy back and forth against Ashley's. She kissed Tiff's cheeks, sliding her tongue down her chin onto her neck. Dropping her head back, Tiffany moaned louder as she ceded her passions to her friend. Ashley cupped Tiff's tits, squeezing them harder, rolling the hard, erect nipples between her fingers. 

"Ooohhhh Ggggddddd, Ashley," Tiffany moaned softly, "I am so wet right now." Tiffany grabbed Ashley's head, holding it to her breasts. Ashley sucked and bit on the flesh, sending waves of electricity through Tiffany's body. "Suck my tits, Ashley, suck them!!" Tiff cried softly, trying to keep her voice down. Ashley loved being with Tiffany. They were not only good friends and emotionally close but Tiffany had an incredible body. 

Ashley sucked on the tender undersides of the fleshy globes, making Tiffany weak in the knees. Tiffany's hands were all over Ashley, groping and squeezing her large breasts. Ashley felt bolts of electricity race through her body as Tiffany pulled at her hard nipples. 

Sliding her tongue down Tiff's body, Ashley could already inhale her aroma of sex. On her knees, Ashley flicked her tongue up and down the shaven lips of her friend. Ashley grabbed Tiff's firm ass, pulling her wet pussy hard against her mouth, thrusting her tongue deep into the quivering tunnel. 

"Ooooohhhhh fffuuuucckkkkk", Tiffany cried, her hips bucking against Ashley's wonderful mouth, "you are soooo good, Ashley... eat me... pleeaaasseee!" Ashley plunged her tongue deep into Tiff, her body shaking wildly. Ashley knew just how to please her friend, tonguing her pussy deep one moment, then sucking and biting on her swollen clit the next. Ashley, grinding her face hard against Tiff's thrashing cunt, sucked and ate the wet pussy, her juices already flooding out and trickling down her cheeks. Ashley reached between her own legs, rubbing her clit as she continued eating her friend. 

"Oooohhhh Gggdddddd, I'mmmm cuuuummmiiinnnggggg", Tiffany screamed, trying to muffle her voice. She grabbed Ashley's hair, supporting herself as she held the wonderful mouth to her exploding cunt. Ashley rocked her face harder, grinding her talented mouth against the flooding lips. Her fingers dug into her own pussy, plunging in and out as she tongued her friend. Tiffany fell forward, catching herself on the table as Ashley sucked and tongued her cum as it ran down her thighs and legs. She looked up, Tiff's cum streaming down her chin. Tiffany had her eyes closed, supporting herself with one hand and groping and squeezing her tits with he other. 

"You came so fast, Tiff, you must have really been horny," Ashley said, giggling as she kissed and sucked on Tiff's inner thighs and lips. 

"I was, but you were also just so good, hon," Tiffany said softly, pulling Ashley up to her. Their tits crushed against each other as they kissed. Tiff sucked on Ashley's tongue, tasting her cum. They held each other tightly, Ashley feeling her friend trembling in her arms. "Thanks, babe, I really needed that before going on or I might have fucked some guy on stage," Tiffany laughed, "I'll return the favor later." Ashley kissed Tiff again, saying that she did have to get ready for the show. 

A few seconds after the music started, Ashley slipped through the heavy curtains. A loud and exuberant applause went up for her as she walked out on to the makeshift stage. The room was full of young men in their early to mid twenties, with a sprinkling of older men. Her school girl skirt covered about half of her beautiful round ass. The top hugged her firm breasts, crossing them just at the nipples forming a large and full cleavage. As she walked out, she would point to someone in the audience, bending over to touch their faces. Her skirt would rise up, exposing the cheeks of her thong covered ass to the people behind her. Everyone was whooping and hollering as she bent over, flashing her cleavage to one side and her ass to the other. 

Ashley swayed her hips and sucked on her fingers like a little girl, winking and eyeing the different guys. Whenever one would reach for her legs, she would slap his hand playfully, acting very demur and shy. For the first song, Ashley danced and teased the audience. When the next song began, Ashley played with her body more. Her hands cupped her large breasts, squeezing them so that even more was pushed out of the top of her blouse. She also slid her hand over her ass, lifting her skirt. The guys went wild as she slid her fingers between her cheeks and rocked her hips as if her fingers had slid into her pussy. 

Ashley masterfully kept the audience attention, making them watch her every move. Towards the end of this song, she began stripping her clothes, seductively. The guys yelled and applauded as she removed each piece until all she had on was her thong, that did very little to cover her pussy. For the third song, Ashley fell to her knees and leaned back, thrusting her pussy at the gawking and horny men. Near the end of the song, she ripped her thong off her body quickly. The audience went wild, yelling and screaming. Ashley slid her finger along her slit and offered it to the groom. Just before he could suck it, she pulled it away, slipping it into her own mouth. She smiled coyly at the groom, taking his hand and rubbing it against her ass. even though that part of her body was off limits to everyone, she felt that the groom deserved at least a feel. 

The young men began pulling out dollars, offering then to her. Ashley would either squat in front of them, taking the bill with her knees or thighs or lean forward, capturing the money between her breasts as she squeezed them together. Often Ashley would trap the fingers between her breasts, giving the young man a little extra. She did noticed one guy who was a little more animated than the others. She cautiously approached him as he held the money out for her. 

"I want your tits, babe," he yelled crudely, waving the money in the air. Ashley walked over to him, teasing him slightly. As she leaned over to take the money, he suddenly reached up, grabbing at her breasts. She pulled away quickly, giving him a scowl, but he just laughed, oblivious to his crudeness. She finished the song and dance, sauntering to the curtain and off the stage. 

"You better watch out for that guy," Ashley told Tiffany as she prepared to go on stage. Tiff wore a teacher's costume that was a very short skirt, a nearly open blouse and a pair of glasses. Her hair was a bun on the top of her head, giving her a conservative air. Like with Ashley, the crowd went wild when she walked out. Also like Ashley, Tiff worked the crowd, keeping their attention on her fully. When she pulled off her top during the second song, exposing her large 38" beasts she was greeted with wild applause. 

Tiffany knew that men loved her tits and she knew just how to drive them wild. She cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples in her fingers. She lifted one to her mouth, flicking her tongue on the hard protruding flesh. After the third song, she gathered her clothes and made her way off the stage. Backstage, Mike introduced Tiffany and Ashley to the friends that were going to act as security for them. 

"Tiffany, Ashley, this is Jake. He's here to me take care of you both and to help you if you need anything or if anyone is bothering you." Ashley smiled at Jake. 

"Hi Dr. Jones, fancy meeting you here," Ashley said, retying the top to her costume. 

"How are you, Ashley," Jake answered shyly, not sure how to react to seeing his young patient almost naked. Ashley smiled to herself, knowing that she was making her dentist nervous rather than the other way around. 

"So you know each other?" Mike asked. 

"Yes, Dr. Jones...," Ashley began. 

"Jake, call me Jake, Ashley," he interrupted. Ashley smiled sweetly. 

"Jake is my dentist," she replied, taking his arm into hers. Jake felt a rush through his body as she held him. He had always found Ashley very attractive and extremely sexy. He had often fantasized about meeting her after hours at the office, sort of a standard dental fantasy. 

"Well, it is just Jake and I tonight, so I will take care of Tiffany and Jake, you make sure no one does anything wrong with Ashley," Mike said, putting his arm around Tiffany. Ashley was pleased with that, she would rather have someone she knew as her "security" than a stranger. 

Jake and Ashley talked as she got ready for the next dance. They spoke about her life before moving to Arizona, what she did for fun and things she enjoyed. She had always liked Dr. Jones but had never spoken to him at length before. She found herself seeing him in a different light here. She liked that he looked in her eyes as he spoke with her, unlike a lot of men and that he even turned his back to her whenever she had to remove some of her clothing when changing. She had thought that his proper manner at work was just him being a professional, but now realized that he was really a gentleman as well as having a good sense of humor. 

"What is your next dance going to be?" Jake asked, having thoroughly enjoyed the first one. Ashley smiled, knowing that the next show was always a good one. 

"Tiffany and I will act like a student and teacher and she will seduce me on stage. Then we will play together on stage," she said, watching for his expression. Jake's eyes widened as a sly smile came across his face. 

"Oh my...that sounds like some show," he said, feeling his heart beating faster. 

"It is," she laughed, "but you will have to watch some of the guys though. Sometimes a couple of them try to get on stage and join us and we can't let that happen, now can we?" Ashley smiled coyly at Jake seeing his brain working overtime as he imagined her and Tiff making love together. "Well... how do I look?" Ashley asked, turning slowly as she slid her hands down her sides. She could feel Jake looking over her small tight body. 

"You look stunning, Ashley," he said. She could see a slight bulge forming in his slacks, but she looked away, not wanting to embarrass him. She smiled, walking to the hall to meet Tiff. Jake watched as her ass swayed to and fro, the little skirt hiding very little of her round cheeks. 

Ashley walked out on the stage to a loud applause. She acted like a little girl, then pulled a cigarette out of her bag. Just as she was going to light it, Tiffany walked out, slapping a ruler in her hand. Ashley feigned fear as she dropped the cigarette. Tiff made a circular motion with her fingers. Ashley pouted then bent over, holding her ankles, her skirt pulling up, revealing her ass to the crowd. Tiff walked over to her, sliding her hand over Ashley's shapely backside. The audience began yelling, loving the show. Tiff slid her finger along Ashley's ass, sliding it between her cheeks and between her legs. Ashley felt a rush of electricity run through her body. She bit her lower lip as Tiff pressed her finger harder than usual along her lips. 

Tiff pulled Ashley's skirt up then slapped her ass a couple of times with the ruler with a pop. Ashley jerked with each slap. After a few slaps, Tiff began rubbing her friend's ass, caressing the cheeks. She then fell to her knees, kissing Ashley's firm, round cheeks. The guys in the crowd went wild, not expecting anything like this. 

Ashley began grinding her ass against Tiff's mouth, cupping her breasts. Every once in a while, Tiff would actually tongue her pussy, teasing Ashley unmercifully. 

Just as the song changed to van Halen's "Hot for Teacher", Ashley turned around, pushing Tiff to the floor. She straddled Tiff's waist, pulling both hers and Tiff's top off. She caressed and squeezed Tiff's breasts, playing with her hard nipples. Both Tiffany and Ashley wished they were home, alone, so they could finish what they had started earlier that night. For the next two songs, they kissed and fondled each other's breasts and ass's, as if making love. 

Jake watched intensely, as did ever person there, wishing they could be a part of the show. Suddenly the guy that had grabbed for Ashley's leg tried to get up on stage. Jake grabbed him, pulling him off before he could reach the girls. Tiffany shook her finger at him telling everyone, with a smile, that if someone tried that again, then she and Ashley would just have to finish in the back, alone. The guests all booed the guy, pushing him to the back of the crowd as his punishment. Ashley winked at Jake, then blew him a kiss, thanking him for his aid. All the young guys patted Jake on the back as if he had just won the lottery. 

Ashley and Tiff continued their show for the appreciative crowd. They caressed and tongued each other's breasts, sending waves of electricity through their bodies. Ashley, still straddling Tiffany, pulled her head up to her breasts, rubbing her tits in Tiff's face. Tiff buried her face between Ashley's breasts, sucking and biting her hard, pointed nipples. Tiff's movements were overly dramatic, to add effect to the show, but the sensations were real. Ashley felt her juices beginning to flow, becoming wetter as Tiff teased her nipples. 

Ashley felt herself becoming too excited so she pulled away from Tiff, kissing her way down her friend's body. Tiff arched her back when Ashley's tongue reached the top of her thong, just above her pussy. She almost came as Ashley ground her face against her mound, sucking on her thong. Ashley could still taste the cum on Tiff's thighs from their earlier encounter. Grabbing her friend's large breasts, Tiff pulled at her nipples as her hips rocked back and forth, as if fucking her friend's wonderful mouth. 


After a few minutes, the song began to come to an end. Ashley sensually crawled up Tiff's body, letting her breasts drag across her tummy and tits. As the song ended, the two beautiful women embraced each other, kissing each other passionately, their tongues dancing together. They held each other until a few seconds after the song ended, adding to the dramatic, erotic effect of their show. When they sat up and smiled at the crowd, the audience went crazy, clapping and hollering wildly. The girls gathered their clothes, bowed and walked off the stage hand in hand. The applause went on for so long that they came out for a second then a third bow. Before leaving the third time, Tiff took Ashley into her arms and kissed her again, resulting in an even louder applause. They giggled and left the stage for the last time. 

Mike got on stage and told everyone that the two women would be doing lap dances for those willing to pay. For $75, they could have a topless dance lasting about eight minutes. The same rules applied, touching only on their sides but not on their privates, including their breasts. About twenty guys signed up for it, evenly split between the two. 

Mike and Jake went to the dressing room to check on the girls. They were still resting, wanting to have a little longer break, so Jake and Mike sat in the room, talking with them. Ashley told Tiff about the guy trying to get on stage. Tiff walked over to Jake, kissing him gently on the cheek, thanking him. It was getting close to 10:00 so they decided that they needed to get started. The girls had already picked out a series of songs lasting about four minutes each. This way, each dance would last two songs. 




Bachelor Party



Most of the dances went fine, both girls were very talented in their moves. Several of the guys came during their dance as Tiff or Ashley rubbed her ass against his lap. A few times Jake or Mike had to step in to calm someone down. During the breaks, Jake and Ashley would find a quiet corner to talk and eat some of the catered food. Ashley had not been with a man in a long time, longer than she would like to admit. She had been in a very bad marriage, abused both physically and mentally. She had always felt an attraction to women her entire life but, since the divorce, she had been exclusively with women. Jake had always treated her with respect, unlike some people when they found out what she did for a living. 

"Aren't you going to have a dance?" Ashley asked Jake, taking a sip from her drink. 

Jake smiled, "Who would make sure that I didn't do anything wrong?" Ashley smiled, accepting the statement for the complement that it was. 

"Maybe I'll give you a private dance later, Jake," she said as she walked back to the room. She turned her head, giving Jake a sly smile. 

During the next group of dances, Ashley was dancing as much for Jake as for the guy that paid her. She made sure that she did her job well, taking her profession seriously, but several times, she would glance over at Jake, looking at him as she groped her full breasts or slid her hands between her legs. Ashley would talk to the buyer during the dance, adding to his pleasure. 

The next to the last dance was with the guy who had been on the verge of getting tossed. He roughly slapped the money into Ashley's hand, trying to act cool and tough. She would start the dance with her top on, letting the guy untie it from the back. She was worried about him but knew she couldn't do any less with him. Sitting on his lap, wiggling her ass against him, she leaned back, telling him to take her top off. Ashley leaned forward, giving him access to her back. He slowly pulled on the top, but instead of letting the top fall as everyone else had, he slipped his hands around her front, just barely cupping her breasts as the top fell into his hands. Jake made a motion to him, but Ashley shook her head. He really hadn't grabbed her, maybe is was accidental as he moved his hands as soon as the top fell off. He was more vocal the others, moaning louder as if he were getting special treatment. At one point, she looked at Jake and rolled her eyes as the guy was moaning "oh baby." Jake did all he could to keep from laughing. 

Ashley turned around on him, holding her tits just in front of his face. All the others had held back from touching her, although she had, on a couple of occasions, let her breasts brush across their faces. However with this guy, she wasn't going to give him the pleasure. She slid down his body, her breasts and then face, rubbing against his hard cock. She wanted to get this dance over with as quickly as possible. She rubbed against his lap with her face and tits then slid back up, again her breasts just in front of his face. 

This time however, he leaned forward, taking her nipple into his mouth. Ashley pulled back, slapping him across the face. Jake was already at her side, ready to step in between them. 

The guy just laughed, getting up saying that he guessed his turn was over. Jake nodded his head in agreement and the guy went over to the bar to get another drink. Ashley finished the next dance, a little shaken. Afterwards, she went back to the dressing room, still upset. The jerk's actions had brought back a flood of memories of her marriage and reminded her as to why she had all but sworn off men. Jake came in first, apologizing. 

"I'm sorry I didn't stop him before he did that. I guess I was too busy watching you instead of him," Jake said, looking down at the floor. Ashley knew that he was truly sorry and that there really wasn't anything he could have done. He took her hand, holding it gently in his. "You're shaking," he said, surprised by her trembling. 

"I just hate people like that!" she answered. "All I want to do is my job and some asshole like him just ruins it all." Jake knew that there was more to it than just that guy, but he didn't want to press the issue. Tiffany came in, taking Ashley into her arms. She motioned for Jake to leave. They talked for a while, Ashley telling her about her horrible marriage and that this guy just reminded her of her ex. 

"Do you know how long it has been since I have been with a man... years!" Ashley said. Tiff was stunned by the that fact. She had always assumed that Ashley dated often. Ashley had been with several of the other women in the group and always enjoyed sex, but thinking about it, Tiff could not remember her being with a man at any time. 

"And I was actually thinking about being with Jake tonight. He would have been the first man I have been with since my divorce several years ago," Ashley confided to her friend. 

"Well, why don't you? Why spoil thing for yourself just because of one asshole and he does seem like a very nice man," Tiffany said, trying to calm Ashley. 

"Fuck, I was really going to do it and this guy just reminded me of al the reasons I have stayed away from men," Ashley said angrily. Tiff took her friend in her arms, holding her close. She could feel Ashley begin to relax. 

"Fuck that guy. He was the only wanker in the entire group here. Everyone else was great and Jake was the perfect gentleman, just the kind of guy you or I would like." Tiffany stroked Ashley's hair, kissing her gently on her lips. They put their tops and skirts back on and went out to the room. 

By this time, nearly everyone had left. Jake and Mike were resetting the furniture. Tiff looked at Mike, her eyes glazing over a little. 

"I don't think I can drive home tonight, Mike," she said, sitting in the overstuff chair. 

"I have to go out of town very early tomorrow morning, so I was going to go home tonight, but why don't you and Ashley stay here tonight? Use the Jacuzzi and the pool and even the boat if you want," Mike offered. "There will be some people coming tomorrow to clean up, but other than that, no one will be here all week end. There are some extra bathing suits in the back that I keep on hand for my son's friends, men and women's." The girls looked at each other, not sure what to do. "Please do. I've hardly used it all summer and I hate for the house not to be used." The girls looked at each other and smiled. Tiffany went over to Mike, kissing him tenderly on his cheek. "Well, I have to go, Jake, why don't you help them settle in. you know the way out." 

Both Tiffany and Ashley thanked Mike for the work and the house. After Mike left, the girls decided to go to the Jacuzzi. Having been there for several parties, Jake got the Jacuzzi ready, then showed them where the bathing suits were. All of the tops were too small for them, but they didn't really care. Jake was at the Jacuzzi, Turning it on when they came out. 

"Damn, you could have just worn that to dance in," Jake said, looking at them, their breasts barely held by the straining bikini tops. They smiled at him, then asked him to make them all one more drink. Jake returned with three drinks, still in his clothes. 

"Why don't you join us?" Tiff asked, motioning for him to get in. "I'm really nervous about staying here alone, especially with those guys coming tomorrow morning. Could you stay with us?" Ashley looked at Tiff, pinching her on the thigh, out of Jake's sight. 

"I don't know...." 

"Please do. We really would feel safer with you here. Who knows, that guy might come back," Tiff interrupted. Ashley thought for a moment and then seconded her friend's request. 

"Do stay, Jake, I would feel better if you did," she said softly. Jake smiled and agreed. 

"Now get in here!" Tiff said, happily. "Just wear your undies, if you have to wear anything at all. You've certainly seen much more of us that we would have seen of you in that," Tiffany laughed. Jake slipped out of his slacks, stepping into the hot tub in his boxers. Ashley could see a small tent formed at his crotch as he stepped into the water. 

The hot water and the steam rising was making Tiff extremely horny, as she was often after a party like that. If Ashley had not been there, she would have attacked Jake right there and then but she wanted to make it right for her friend. She wanted Ashley to be with a man that night and, if she had some too, then so much the better. 

"Is your top too tight, Ashley?" Tiff asked as she slid her hand onto Ashley's thigh. They were sitting next to each other with Jake across the tub. "Mine is." Tiff unhooked her top, tossing it to the side. 

"What are you doing, Tiff?" Ashley exclaimed. 

"He's not seeing anything he hasn't seen all night," Tiff answered, laughing. She rubbed her tits, getting the tightness of the top off. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, this water feels great. try it, hon" 

Ashley hesitantly unhooked her top, then cupped her breasts, almost too shy to let it fall. Here she had just danced in front of Jake all night without her top on, but she was feeling shy about this. Tiff grabbed her top, pulling it away from her, tossing it to the side. Jake laughed at Ashley's surprise. She slid under the water, then came up, her full breasts about half showing. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm, it does feel good, Tiff," she said, beginning to relax again. Tiff leaned over to Ashley, telling her to just follow her lead. Ashley closed her eyes, shaking her head slightly, unsure as to what her friend had in mind. 

"I want a lap dance," Tiff said, turning to Ashley, "How much for one?" 

Ashley slid over to her friend. "This one's on the house, I guess," she said. Ashley sat on Tiff's lap, rubbing her ass against her. Tiff reached up, cupping her friend's firm breasts. Her fingers tugged at the hard nipples pointing at Jake. Ashley bit her lower lip as Tiff squeezed and groped her tits, kneading them in her fingers. 

"I want a totally nude one, Ashley," Tiff said, pulling Ashley's bottom off. Ashley had been with Tiff and a guy before but had been just with her. With Jake, though, she wasn't sure where it would end up. Ashley leaned back, kissing Tiff full on the mouth. Jake could see their tongues whirling together. He felt his cock growing hard in his shorts. Tiffany slid her hand down Ashley's body, her fingers finding her bare lips. Ashley moaned as Tiff pressed her fingers into her pussy, teasing her. 

Rocking back and forth, Ashley could feel her ass rubbing against Tiff's pussy, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Ashley rocked her hips back and forth against Tiff's plunging fingers, feeling them deep inside her. She looked at Jake, wanting to be with him but more nervous than ever, unsure how to act. Fortunately, Tiff knew what to do. 

She put Ashley onto the side of the tub, kissing her thighs. Ashley leaned back on her elbows, spreading her legs for her friend. Tiff began to return the favor that Ashley had given her earlier that night. Ashley moaned as Tiff plunged her tongue deep into her slit, sucking on her wetness. 

"Ooohhh Ggddd, Tiff!" Ashley cried, tightening her thighs around her head. Tiff sucked and licked Ashley's pussy hard, her tongue lashing at her lips. By now, Jake was very hard, stroking his thick cock through his shorts. He sat there watching, not sure whether he should join or not. 

Tiff turned her head, smiling at Jake. She slapped her ass, sliding her fingers along between her cheeks. Jake took this as a cue, pulling his shorts off as he stood in the hot water. He walked up behind Tiff, his hands caressing her firm ass. Tiff moaned as he squeezed her cheeks, the vibrations adding to Ashley's sensations. Tiff could feel the hard cock rubbing against her ass, between her cheeks. She drove her tongue deep into Ashley's pussy, grinding her face between her legs. Ashley grabbed Tiff's head, holding it tight to her cunt. Her hips rocked back and forth, feeling Tiff's wonderful tongue inside her. 

Ashley supported herself with one hand, grabbing her tit with the other. She caught Jake's eyes as her hand squeezed her large breast. They looked at each other, his eyes piercing deep into her. For a moment, Ashley felt a tinge of jealousy that her friend was about to be fucked by Jake. 

Tiffany felt a change in both Jake and Ashley. she looked up, seeing Ashley looking at Jake. She stood up, kissing Ashley. She turned to Jake, "Wouldn't you just love to taste Ashley's sweet pussy? I want to feel her mouth on my pussy, now." Ashley smiled at Tiff, knowing what she had done. Jake smiled at Tiff, then at Ashley. Tiff climbed out of the tub and stood to the side of Ashley, her pussy right in front of her friend's mouth. Before she could begin eating her friend's shaved pussy, Jake took Ashley's face into her his hands. He kissed her. Ashley opened her mouth slightly, letting his warm tongue slide into her mouth. She had not kissed a man in many years and the feeling was different. It was much firmer and harder than a woman's kiss but it was still nice. 

Ashley felt her breathing deepen as their kiss became more passionate, more urgent. Tiff ran her fingers through Ashley's hair as she watched her friend kiss Jake. When they broke the kiss, Jake smiled at Ashley tenderly. He kissed his way down her belly to her aching pussy. 

Jake grabbed Ashley's firm ass, pulling her to his hungry mouth. She threw her head back as the bolts of electricity raced through her body. She felt Tiff's fingers wrapped in her hair as Tiff pulled her face to her pussy. Ashley inhaled Tiff's aroma, then plunged her tongue deep into her slit. Tiff cried with pleasure, her hips bucking back and forth against Ashley's talented mouth. 

"Ooohhh fffuuuucckkkkk, Ashley... suck my cunt, babe, pleeaaasseee!!" Tiff cried. She held Ashley's head tight to her quivering pussy. Ashley could already taste her juices running down her thighs. She wanted to concentrate on Tiffany, but couldn't. Jake was busy bringing her close to the edge. She could feel her body trembling, shaking as the orgasm was building deep inside her. Ashley sucked on Tiff's labia, grinding her face against her wet cunt. Jake spread her lips, exposing her swollen clit. He took her bud between her teeth, sucking on it. Ashley's body jerked as the sensations exploded through her. He sucked and bit on her clit, bringing her closer and closer to her climax. 

Jake plunged his fingers deep into Ashley's tight tunnel as he sucked and bit her clit. Ashley screamed as he finger fucked her cunt hard, his hand pounding against her. Jake felt her pussy tighten around his fingers, telling him that she was almost there. He rammed his fingers deep into her again and again, his tongue flicking over her clit. Ashley turned her head to the side, unable to concentrate on Tiff's wet pussy. 

"Ooooohhhhh Gggdddddd, Jake!! " she screamed, her hips thrusting hard against his plunging fingers. He curled his fingers, rubbing against her g-spot, his mouth sucking on her clit. Tiff fell to her knees, burying her face in Ashley's tits as she took the hard nipple into her mouth. "Ooohhh Gggddddd, yyyeeeessssssss!!" she cried as a torrent of juices flooded from her pussy. Ashley grabbed Jake's head, holding it tight to her gushing cunt, not wanting to let go. Jake licked and sucked all he could, tasting her sweet, hot juices. Her body shook and jerked as she came again and again, squirting her cum on Jake's face and on her thighs. Her pussy clamped tight around his fingers, squeezing out her juices. Tiff sucked and pulled on her nipple with her teeth. She then scooped some of Ashley's cum and spread it onto her tits, sucking the wet nipple. Ashley felt her body shudder as the orgasm finally began to subside then fell back onto the deck. 

"God, I can hardly move. That was wonderful Jake," she said, still trying to catch her breath. Tiff leaned over to Jake, kissing him, tasting her friend's sweet cum on his tongue. Jake was breathing hard, his body hot from the experience and the hot water. 

"Let's cool off in the pool," Tiff said, running to the pool and diving in. Jake got out of the tub and lay next to Ashley. Looking down into her eyes, his hands caressed her trembling body. They looked at each other for several moments before he leaned down to her, kissing her passionately, his tongue exploring her warm mouth. Ashley could taste her cum on his tongue, adding to her desires. Tiff was splashing in the water, calling for them to come and join her. 

"I want to tell you Jake, it has been a long time since I have been with a man. I am just glad that it's with you," Ashley said softly, running her fingers through his curly hair. Jake smiled at her, wanting to pull her into his body. Their moment was broken by Tiffany yelling at them again. 

"C'mon guys," she yelled, trying to splash water up to them. They got up, walked to the pool hand in hand. Jake then picked up Ashley easily, throwing her into the pool and diving after her. Tiff swam to Ashley, taking her into her arms, their breasts pressed against one another. 

"I told you that I owed you tonight," Tiff whispered to Ashley. "I hope this is a good enough pay back," she said, motioning at Jake. Ashley smiled at her friend, kissing her lovingly. This was more than she ever expected for dancing with her that night. Jake just watched as the two beautiful women kissed and embraced each other. After a few minutes, they decided to go back to the house. 

Once in the bedroom, Tiff jumped onto the bed, sitting on her hands and knees, looking at Ashley. Her breasts swayed lusciously as Ashley crawled onto the bed after her. Ashley reached her arm out to Jake, pulling him onto the king size bed with them. 

"I have been looking at his cock all night," Tiff said, stroking his hard, thick tool. Ashley looked at the thick shaft, stroking it slowly with Tiff. She had enjoyed sucking her husband when they were first married, but later, she came to hate it. He had used it to belittle and abuse her towards the end of their marriage. But now the old feeling was coming back. She and Tiff slipped between Jake's legs, holding his cock together. They kissed each other, then flicked their tongues over the hard cock. Jake moaned with pleasure as Tiff dropped her head, engulfing his thick shaft. 

"Oooohhh Gggddddd, Tiffany," Jake cried, his cock throbbing and jerking in her mouth. Jake's breathing deepened as her head bobbed up and down the long shaft. Running her fingers through Tiff’s hair, Ashley watched her friend swallow Jake's cock. 

Sometimes after a party, there had been a small "orgy" where some of the guests and the dancers had been together where there had been some men but Ashley had always stayed with other women, even avoiding the possibility of a threesome with a woman and a man altogether. Ashley was almost in a trance as she watched Tiffany expertly sucking Jake's hard cock. She licked her lips, wanting to touch him. For the first time in many years, Ashley wanted to feel a cock in her mouth, to give the pleasure to a man. 

She nudged Tiffany slightly with her shoulder. Tiff looked up at Ashley, smiled, then crawled up Jake's body, letting her large breasts drag across his chest. Tiffany kissed Jake, then lay beside him, wanting her friend to take the next step. 

At first, Ashley licked the shaft uneasily, then rubbed the head against her face. She closed her eyes, pursing her lips around the thick head then slid her mouth down, taking the hard cock into her small mouth. A rush of emotions came over her all at once. First her husband, the man she hated but then, slowly, memories of her younger days with her other boyfriends. Ashley blocked out her husband and thought only of the feeling of the head sliding against her throat and the pleasure that it was obviously giving Jake. 




Bachelor Party



Jake moaned loudly, his body twisting and squirming as Ashley's head slid up and down the shaft. Ashley knew that he was enjoying it, that she was giving him all the pleasure she could. She clamped her lips tight around his cock, sucking as her head bobbed up and down. 

"Ooohhhh fffuuuucckkkkk, Ashley, that feels sooo good!" Jake cried, grabbing her long hair with his fingers. She could feel his cock growing harder and thicker in her mouth. The head slipped out of her mouth as she slid her tongue down to his balls, sucking them gently. Jake's body jerked and twisted as she stroked his thick shaft, loving the feeling of it in her fingers. She looked up at Jake, sliding her tongue up the shaft. At the head, Ashley circled the tip with her tongue, then took the whole cock deep into her mouth. 

Jake fell back on the bed, straining to keep from cumming. His rod filled her mouth. She had forgotten how good it felt to have a real, flesh and blood, thick, hard cock in her mouth, better than any dildo or fake cock she had used before. 

Jake grabbed Ashley by her head, pulling her up to him before he could cum. He looked deeply into her eyes as she slid up his muscular body. 

"That was wonderful Ashley," he said, pulling her lips to his. They kissed deeply as his arms wrapped around her small body, totally encasing her. The feeling of being surrounded by his body was incredible. Ashley felt safe and protected from everything, able to be free to give herself all to him and Tiffany. 

"Are we just going to kiss or are we going to have sex?" Tiffany asked, breaking the moment. Ashley looked at Jake, then pushed him back onto the bed. 

"SEX!!" she exclaimed. "You have to let Jake eat you, Tiff. He isn't too bad, for a man," she said, laughing. 

"I'll take that as a complement," Jake replied, letting his hands slide over Ashley's tight body. Ashley closed her eyes as his fingers glided over her breasts, toying with her hard nipples. 

"Lie back, Tiff, I owe you now," Ashley said, smiling at her friend and lover. Tiffany lay back on the bed. Jake kissed his way up her legs, sucking and biting on her inner thighs. She squirmed on the bed as Jake nuzzled his face against her bare pussy. 

"Oooohhhh fffuuuucckkkkk, he is good," Tiff moaned, pulling Ashley to her. Tiff opened her legs wider, giving Jake full access to her cunt. Teasing her lips with his tongue, Jake then plunged his stiff tongue deep into her wet pussy. Tiffany arched her back, grabbing a the sheets as Jake sucked and ate her quivering pussy. 

Ashley buried her face in Tiff's large tits, sucking on her flesh as she squeezed and groped her breasts. Tiff loved being the center of attention, having four hands grabbing at her body. She thrust her hips against Jake's tongue, feeling it sliding deeper into her. Her body began shaking as her orgasm grew from inside. Ashley groped and squeezed her tits, sucking on her large, hard nipples. 

Sliding his hands under her firm ass, Jake lifted Tiff up off the bed, holding her soaking cunt to his mouth. He ground his face against her, sucking on her labia. 

"Ooohhhhh Gggdddd, ooooohhhhhh Gggddddd," she screamed, her body convulsing, fire coursing through of all her nerves. Jake spread her lips with his thumbs, sliding his teeth across her clit. 

"Ooooohhhhh fffuuuccckkkkkkkk," she cried, her arms slamming against the bed uncontrollably. "Eat me Jake, eat my fuckin' cunt!" she demanded. Jake sucked on her swollen bud, catching it between his teeth. Tiffany squirmed and twisted on the bed, her body reacting on its own. She grabbed Ashley's head, holding it tight to her sensitive breasts, loving the feel of Ashley's mouth on her tits. Jake worked on Tiff's clit, knowing that she was about to cum. 

"Ooooohhhhh fffuuuucckkkkk, I’mmmmmmm cuuuummmiiinnnggggg!!" Tiff screamed, her body arching back, becoming rigid as every nerve fiber in her body exploded. Her cunt began pulsing, forcing her juices out into Jake's hungry mouth. Her cum squirted out, splashing onto Jake's face and chest as it ran down her thighs and between her cheeks. Tiffany's body shook and shuddered for several minutes as Jake continued eating her gushing cunt. She came again and again, grabbing at the bed sheets as her orgasms erupted. Finally, Jake laid her ass back onto the bed, kissing and sucking at her wet lips. Tiffany felt her heart pounding against her chest as she tried to catch her breath from the massive series of orgasms. Eventually, she just lay there, lost in her own world, her body trembling uncontrollably. 

"I told you he was good," Ashley said laughing. She looked at Jake, his face covered with Tiff's hot cum. She leaned towards Jake, kissing and sucking Tiff's juices from his face. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Ashley moaned softly. 

"I need to rest a second," Tiff said, still trying to catch her breath. "You two go on without me." 

Jake looked at Ashley, wanting her more than ever. Ashley paused for a second. As long as Tiff was there, involved, it wasn't as if she was totally with a man, that it was just part of her normal lifestyle. But now, she had to make the real decision. It only took her a second to make. She reached her hand out to Jake, pulling him to her as she lay back on the bed. Jake slid next to her, pulling her onto his side. Her tits pressed against his side as they kissed deeply, passionately. This kiss felt different. It was between Ashley and Jake alone, not as part of a threesome sex romp. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, slipping his thigh between her legs. Ashley felt her heart beating rapidly against her chest as she pressed her mound against his thigh. They both wanted to say something, but didn't want to chance spoiling the moment. 

Supporting himself so that he wouldn't crush her small body, Jake rolled on top of her, looking down into her eyes. His heart was pounding against his chest. Ashley could feel the thick head of his cock pressing against her shaved lips. She bit her lips as he pressed his hips forward. The thick head forced its way between her lips, sliding slightly into her tunnel. Slowly he thrust his hips, his cock sliding deeper and deeper with each thrust. Ashley moaned as he thrust hard, plunging his hard cock all the way into her tight pussy. 

"Ooooohhhhh Ggddddddd," she cried as his hips slammed against her, driving his cock in deep. She felt his cock split her open as his pace increased. she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, trying to pull him deeper into her. Jake could feel her pussy gripping his cock, holding him deep inside her. He thrust again and again, his cock taking full strokes. Their eyes met, locked together in their passion. Ashley could feel his cock growing harder, thicker inside her, filling her with his presence. 

Jake lifted himself slightly, now thrusting down into her. His cock rubbed against her clit as he pounded her. She felt her body begin to shake as her orgasm grew. Jake rolled onto his back, keeping his cock inside her. She straddled his hips, looking down into his eyes, rocking her hips back and forth. Leaning her hands on his chest, she rocked harder and harder, feeling his cock scraping against her clit. Jake moaned loudly, thrusting hard against her. 

"Ooohh Ggddd, you feel so good, Ashley," he whispered. Jake grabbed her by her waist, lifting her, then slamming her down onto him. His cock plunged deep into her tight cunt, stretching her. 

"Ooohhhh Gggddd, yyyeeeessssssss," she moaned, feeling his cock throb inside her. He lifted then slammed her down. His thrusting hips slamming against her as he drove his thick cock ever deeper into her. Tiffany sat up, leaning against Ashley as she rode his hard cock. Ashley felt her hands sliding over her ass, then up her belly, cupping her bouncing tits. 

Tiff squeezed and groped Ashley's breasts as Jake pounded her tight cunt. She squeezed her pussy tight around the thick cock, adding to the sensations for both. Ashley rocked harder, feeling her body about to let loose. Jake's hips slammed against the insides of her thighs again and again, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Jake grabbed her waist tight, slamming her down hard. 

"Ooooohhhhhh Ggggddddddddd," she screamed as her body became rigid. She came hard, her pussy gripping his cock tight. Her juices flooded from her tunnel engulfing Jake's cock in her essence. Jake kept pounding her hard, driving his cock into her again and again. Tiffany reached around her belly, rubbing Ashley's clit. Ashley came again and then a series of orgasms raced through her body. She could feel Jake's cock throbbing inside her, ready to explode. She was about to collapse on him when she remembered that she wasn't protected. 

"Pull out, Jake, please... you have to," Ashley pleaded, almost apologetically. Ashley slid off of him. Jake looked around, not sure where to cum. 

"I can help you out here," Tiffany said, lowering her head quickly. She opened her mouth, taking his cock deep into her throat 

"Oooohhhh Gggddddd," Jake screamed as he came hard, his hot cum shooting deep into her mouth. Tiff pulled away, letting the rest of the cum shoot onto her face and tits. Ashley watched for a moment, then lowered her mouth onto his still throbbing cock. She tasted a man's cum for the first time in many years. She savored the taste, glad that she had finally found the right man to be with. 

Tiffany and Ashley licked Jake clean, enjoying the taste of his and Ashley's cum on his cock. Ashley rubbed Tiff's tits, smearing the cum over her nipples then sucking them clean. 

"That was incredible," Jake said softly, lost in the dreaminess of the moment. The two girls looked at each other, giggling like some school girls. 

"It was, wasn't it?" answered Ashley, kissing her friend, then kissing her new lover. All three collapsed on the bed, cuddling together. Ashley was in the middle, spooned by Tiff and resting on Jake. She loved the feeling of being spooned by Tiff, her firm breasts pressing against her back and Tiff's pussy rubbing against her ass. Ashley kissed Jake goodnight and they all drifted off to sleep. 

Later that night, Ashley woke up, noticing that Jake was gone. Finding his button shirt, she put it on to look for him. He was in the kitchen, drinking some water. He turned to see Ashley walking into the room. He looked at her, his shirt buttoned only at the bottom buttons. His shirt, long enough to just cover her pussy, but open to show her beautifully shaped breasts, swaying gently as she walked in. He stood there for a moment, looking at her. 

"You look so beautiful, Ashley," he said, leaning against the counter. "I was so dry from all the alcohol and sex," he laughed, "I had to get some water." 

"I could use some, too," she answered, walking up to him. She took the glass from his hand, her eyes never leaving his, and took a sip. She leaned against him, resting her head on his chest. She could feel his cock stirring against her tummy. 

"Let's go outside onto the deck. The lake is really pretty this time of night," Jake said softly. Ashley smiled, nodding her head. Putting a terry cloth robe, Jake led Ashley onto the deck. The full moon reflected off the still waters, bright enough even for the trees across the lake to shimmer on the water. 

"This is really beautiful here, so relaxing and peaceful," she said, leaning against the railings. A cool breeze blew across the point, chilling Ashley slightly. Jake wrapped her in the robe, his naked body pressed against hers. Ashley slipped out of his shirt, letting it fall to the deck. She pressed back against him, feeling his warmth on her bare skin. 

"I like it here, too," Jake said, "Mike sometimes lets me use it when he is out of town. It is really a great place to get away from it all." Jake pulled her tighter to him, his arms cupping the sides of her beasts. Ashley wiggled her ass against him, feeling his cock pressing against her back. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, you feel so good, Jake," she moaned softly, kissing his arm as he held her. She stepped onto the lower slat of the railing to give her an extra few inches of height. She pressed her ass back, feeling his cock hardening against her cheeks. Jake moaned, kissing, biting the back of her neck. Ashley bit her lower lip hard, her breathing deepening. 

"I want you, Ashley," Jake whispered, kissing her neck. Ashley turned her head to him, her eyes filled with desire and lust. 

"I want you, too, Jake. I want you to take me hard," she pleaded, grinding her ass against his cock. 

Jake slid his cock under her, the head sliding between her lips. She moaned loudly, feeling the tip rubbing against her still sensitive clit. Letting the robe slip off his arms, Jake grabbed Ashley's breasts, toying with her already hard nipples. Ashley rocked her hips back and forth, feeling the thick head press into her pussy. 

"Oooohhh Gggdddd, Jake... fuck me, please fuck me hard!!" she pleaded, thrusting her ass back against him. Jake adjusted the angle of his hips, pushing the head into her. He thrust hard, driving his hard cock all the way into her tight cunt. 

"Ooohhhhh Gggddd, Ashley, you are soooo tight," he cried as he slammed his hips hard against her firm, round backside. Ashley held onto the railing, afraid the pounding might break the boards. Jake's hands groped her tits, squeezing them hard, his fingers pulling at her nipples. Just a few hours earlier, they had make love. Now they were deep in the throes of raw sex. 

"Fuck me, Jake, fuck me hard!!" she cried, thrusting her hips back, meeting his thrusts. She felt his hand slapping against her ass, then again. Her cheek stung with the pain of his hand. His hips slammed against her ass, driving her against the railing. Her tits banged against the top rail as his thick cock rammed hard into her tight cunt. His cock filled her cunt, stretching her wide as it slammed in and out of her. He slapped her again, then again. The mix of pain from his hand and the pleasure from his cock was overwhelming. She felt her body shaking violently, ready to release its juices. Jake reached under her, his fingers finding her swollen clit. He rubbed her bud slowly at first, then more quickly. 

"Ooohhhh fffuuuucckkkkk, Jake... yyyeeeessssssss... I'm cuumminnnggggggg," she screamed, ramming her hips against his thrusting cock. Jake grabbed her tit with one hand, using it to pull her back onto his cock. She could feel his cock growing thicker inside her, filling her cunt with his rod. Jake grabbed her hips, pushing, then pulling her back hard, slamming his hips against her ass again and again. 

"Ooohhhh Ggggddddddddd!!" she cried as her gates opened, letting a flood of hot juices spew out of her quivering cunt. Her cum squirted out onto his hips, running down her thighs. Her ass squished her juices against him, splattering it all over their bodies. Jake slammed his hips against her again and again, bringing her to a rapid series of climaxes. 

"Ooohhh fffuuuucckkkkk, Jake... yyyeeeessssssss!!" she cried, her body shuddering for orgasm after orgasm. Jake turned her around and lifted her onto him. He leaned against the railing, her legs wrapped tight around his waist. His cock easily slipped into her wet pussy. Their eyes locked together as he thrust his hips again and again, driving his thick cock deep into her. Her tits pressed against his chest, her nipples rubbing against his hairs. Ashley screamed as she came again, losing count as he pounded her. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, pressing against her walls. 

"Ooooohhhhh Gggddddd, I'mmmm cuuuummmiiinnnggggg!!" Jake cried, thrusting slower, but harder against her. Letting her down, she fell to her knees, taking his throbbing hard cock deep into her mouth. She wanted to taste him, to taste his seed. She rocked her head back and forth, tasting her own cum on his thick shaft. Jake grabbed her head, fucking her sweet face. 

"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned as his hot cum shot deep into her mouth. Ashley wrapped her lips tight around his thick cock, sucking it all in. She swallowed as much as she could, but he filled her small mouth with his juices. Some cum began to drool out the side of her mouth. She kept sucking, her lips tight around him. 

"Ooohhh Ggddd, Ashley, I am soo drained," he moaned, looking down at her. His eyes were glazed over as he could hardly stand. She looked up at him, his cock still deep in her mouth. She slipped it out, rubbing the head over her face as she swallowed his cum. She rubbed the head over her tits, then stood up. He held her tight against his body, kissing the top of her head. Ashley let herself sink into his arms, into his body. 

They stood there for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow of their passion. They shared a chaise, looking out over the water. Jake pulled the robe over Ashley to keep her warm. He stroked her hair away from her eyes, looking at her beautiful, young face as she rested on his chest, his hands caressing her still trembling body. Their conversation was continuous, but soft, not wanting to spoil the night. 

After a half an hour, Jake picked her up, carrying Ashley back to bed. They fell asleep in each other's arms, to be woken only by the noise of the cleaning crew late that next morning. Neither Ashley nor Tiff had work that night so they decided to stay the rest of the weekend at the lake with Jake.



Bachelor Party



Back in the 80s, a good friend of mine, Russell, had a younger brother, Paul, who was getting married, and I was invited to the wedding, so, being a lifelong friend of the family, I made the lengthy trip back to my home town, taking a week of vacation to make all the prenuptial festivities. Like me, all of us were still single except for Russell, who had married Vicki right after they graduated from college.

The guys planned their bachelor party and the girls planned their bachelorette party. They were on the same evening, after the rehearsal dinner. Russell and I came to the bachelor party together while his wife Vicki accompanied the girls to the bachelorette party.

All of the gals in the wedding party were still in college or just-graduated, so Russell, Vicki, and I were a few years older than they. During the weeklong pre-wedding festivities, I'd gotten acquainted with them and, though they were all cuties, I judged there was no sex to be had with any of them. They all just seemed liked good little sorority girls who liked to drink and party a lot but kept their legs clinched tightly together until you dated them for like a year. Weddings for me have historically been a great place to get laid, but I saw no viable prospects here.

The bachelor party was pretty tame, a keg of beer and a bunch of XXX videos on the giant projector-screen TV. The party was on campus at the groom's college fraternity house, which was vacant since it was summertime, so we had the run of the place to ourselves. Frankly, I was bored, as was my buddy, so we stepped outside for some herbal refreshment.

Being June and no school in session, the campus was dead, so we were surprised when we heard voices in the distance coming toward the frat house. We crept around the house to investigate from the cover of thick shrubs, only to discover that it was the wedding party girls sneaking up from the wooded side of campus.

Dressed very casually in scant shorts, skirts, and tops on this hot, humid night, they were creeping along the tree line towards the frat house. What the hell were they up to, anyway? 

In the quiet as they neared, we could hear what they were saying. Well, it turns out that the girls' plans for the bachelorette party was to find the bachelor party and crash it. Interesting.

My buddy and I, in our role as the "elder statesmen" of the group, were concerned that these seemingly straight chicks might freak out if they walked in and saw the graphic video, but we decided to just let the situation play itself out. After all, this party needed some excitement. 

We finished the joint and slipped back into the frat house the same way we had gone out, got another couple beers, and just stood silently at the back of the TV room in the dark wating for the bachelorettes while the gal on screen rode Ron Jeremy's foot-long cock. 

In a couple of minutes, the girls, obviously wastado, burst in like gangbusters yelling and screaming with bright flashlights. "You're busted!!! Where are the whores?" The guys froze and said nothing, and the girls' eyes immediately became glued to the screen. Vicki joined Russell and me in back and we chuckled as we watched the scene before us.

Now, mind you, this was not tasteful, erotic footage. No, this was deep into raunchy, and poorly produced, at that. You know, where the overdubbed audio moaning is out of sync with lip movements, the same clip is repeated over and over, and you can see the camera's reflection in mirrors and windows. I find such films humorous more than anything else. 

With the exception of the very worldly Vicki, the girls had apparently never seen pornographic video before, and they seemed at once shocked and enthralled. 

My buddy and I brought them all glasses of beer, and I handed one to Christy, who had followed me to the back of the room and sat down in a folding metal chair beside me and the keg. 

Christy was the best-looking gal in this bunch of young cuties, and also, I thought, the biggest tease. 

She had dark, thick brown hair, shoulder length and curled up at the ends, big brown eyes over a little pixie nose, a very wide, full-lipped smile with perfect, obviously brace-straightened teeth. Her darkly tanned skin was flawless; this lucky gal had probably never had a single blemish. Her face and hairstyle reminded me of Mary Tyler Moore in the old Dick Van Dyke show.

As for her figure, it would be hard to improve on. "Voluptuously athletic" is the best I can come up with. Standing around 5'3" and weighing about 120 lbs., she had I'd say a 34D bust, fleshy arms, and a very narrow waist that flared out to a relatively large, but shapely and proportionate to her big boobs, bottom supported by smooth, muscular legs. Cute as a bugger!!!

The clothes she was wearing that night, what little of them there were, certainly emphasized her figure. Her beautifully smooth and tanned back was interrupted only by the white tie of the halter style top. In front, its v-neck squeezed her brown breasts together in exquisite cleavage. 

Below, the humidity and the tightness of her khaki poplin short-shorts combined so that, if you looked very closely, you could actually make out the outline of her outer labia, and when she bent over, you could see a pair of crescent-shaped strips of white bottom flesh peek out beyond the edge of her tan line.

White leather K-Swiss shoes and ankle socks covered her little feet. She was a junior, so she was only 20 or 21. Like I said, cute as a bugger! However, in my experience with sorority girls like her, the vast majority who dress so sexily are nothing more than major-league cock teases, so I didn't make much of it.

As she gulped the cold beer, her eyes were fixated on the screen. The furry, barrel-chested Jeremy—back then just another unknown big dick for hire—was now pounding the woman doggy-style as her boobs wobbled wildly, while another woman's dubbed voice moaned. Christy asked question after question about the video:

Christy--Are they really doing all that? Me--Yes, but they are just actors. It's no more "real" than any other movie.

C--Looks pretty real to me. Me--They are really having sex, but they are probably faking that it's pleasurable.

C--It sure would be pleasurable to me, so why would a person need to fake what feels good? Me--They're paid to do what the director tells them to. It's just another acting job to them. (I was pleasantly surprised at what I was hearing. Though she was naive about porno, perhaps I had misjudged her.)

The actress kneeled on the edge of the couch and began to give the standing actor a BJ, then wrapped her boobs around his shaft as she continued to suck the end of his dick.

C--That's neat. I've never done that before. Me--You mean a blow-job or a titty-fuck?

C--Doing both at the same time. Me—You really should try it . C--Have you done that before? Me—No. My breasts are too small.

C—No, silly! I mean have you had a girl do that to you? Me--Oh, yes, it feels great. (This conversation was getting more interesting by the minute. Christy was an at-least-somewhat sexually experienced beauty who wanted to explore new things, maybe with me. Hmmm.)

C—The girl is pretty and has a great body, but that guy is fat, hairy, and ugly--downright gross! How in the world did he ever get a part in this kind of movie? Me—Because he has a massive prick and can fuck on command. You see, these films are basically made for men to view while masturbating, and they like to imagine themselves with a huge dick fucking the sexy actress and driving her wild. It's a fantasy thing. What kind of man do you find attractive? 

C—Well, I like a man who enjoys talking with me, who's funny, and has a nice face with a big, easy smile. Tall, slender, with a tan, and the less body hair, the better. And I prefer them a bit older than me, not too old, though—no granddads!

(Christy had, in fact, just described me. Take note: I have found that asking a woman you like what kind of man she finds attractive is a very effective technique for opening the door to see if she likes you. By giving her the opportunity to indirectly give the message that she's interested in you, it takes the pressure off her to come right out and say it. Not all women are like that, but the majority prefer to not be put on the spot. If she responds that she likes a quiet, muscle-bound blonde, and you're a talkative, thin brunette, then move on. Call it a "line' if you like, but it usually works.) 

When given a green light, it's often better to do something engaging rather than say anything, and this was just such an occasion: I put my hand on her back and slid my bare leg against hers as I refilled my beer. She leaned in towards me—into what psychologists call the "zone of intimacy"—and handed me her glass. 

Since I was sitting right next to the keg, I didn't even have to get up to fill it, but as I did so and looked out across the room from there in the back, I could see that the girls were making out with the guys, and all hands seemed to be busy out of my line of sight in the chest and crotch regions. 

Distracted, I overfilled the plastic glass, then handed it to Christy. Christy squeezed the flimsy container a bit too hard and spilled nearly a third of it right into the "v" of her halter top onto her boobs. Just as this happened, the actor came on the actress's tits. 

Christy and I giggled, and we both looked down at her wet breasts. The cold beer soaking the fabric had not only made what was covered by material visible, but also perked her nipples up. I whipped out my trusty bandana and dabbed at her breasts, accidentally on purpose trapping a nipple, remarkably similar to a grape, between index and middle fingers.

Gazing up at me with open lips, she uttered a barely audible "mmmm" as the next video segment began. I leaned down and French-kissed her, her lips and tongue eagerly reciprocating while I fondled those lovely, "freshly brewed" breasts through the wet top. 

The back of the TV room where we were was the darkest, and, therefore, the most private, part of the room, but still light enough from the screen's reflection to see one's way around. I boldly untied the halter bow on her back; somewhat surprisingly, she immediately untied the neck bow, still kissing me but with eyes wide open watching the porno at the same. 

I pulled the wet halter off her chest and kissed my way down her neck to those superb boobs, crossing the dramatic diagonal tan line slashing across them, into the white flesh zone, and nibbled up to Mount Rigid Nipple. Christy, moaning ever so softly, jutted her chest forward, forcing more of her shapely young breast into my mouth as a signal to suck harder as she ran her fingers vigorously through my hair.

I pivoted out of my chair and straddled across her lap facing her. She pulled my polo shirt off right over my head, and I plunged my tongue into her mouth as she welcomed it with her own moist, swirling tongue. I surmised that Christy could give great head. I grabbed a boob in each hand and squeezed hard, which she obviously liked. I do like a woman whose tits you can handle more like a sturdy mug of beer than a delicate glass of champagne.

Then, using both hands, she began to rub my already-erect penis through my shorts. While continuing to French-kiss, I kept up my boob play with one hand and used my other to caress her crotch, warm and damp through the thin shorts. 

I looked up to see that my buddy and his wife, who, as I mentioned, had arrived with the bachelorette contingent, were standing about 5 feet away staring at us. Apparently, to them, we were more entertaining than the video! Not that they were looking at us in disgust or anything, but I figured it might make Christy feel uncomfortable and put the kibosh on our ministrations. The rest of the group in front of us had all paired up, and, half undressed by then, were openly kissing and fondling while watching the XXX video, which actually featured a decent-looking guy in this segment.

"Let's go find a private place in this frat house," I suggested.

"Yeah, let's hurry!" she eagerly agreed.

At the very moment we stood up, I noticed that Vicki's tee-shirt was pushed up, and Russell unsnapped her front-closure bra to release her massive mammaries, rubbing his heavily-bearded face across them. Damn! I had wanted to see those hooters since the first time I met her years before, and they were, indeed, splendid!

Smiling, Vicki was looking me straight in the eye, as if to say, "How do you like these bodacious, finally bare boobs you've been gawking at for so long?" Nevertheless, Christy and I had a definite plan of action, so we slung our tops over our shoulders, got fresh beers—where I lingered as long as I possibly could to take in one last eye full of Vicki's huge, pointy, jiggling, saliva-wet tits—before we headed down the dark hallway. 

I'd never been in this frat house before that evening and did not know my way around it at all. It was pitch black until we stumbled through a swinging door into what seemed, from the little light coming in from the street light outside, to be a large room.

Christy scratched around on the wall until she found a light switch and flipped it on. The light over the mantle came on and revealed that it was a hunting trophy room, full of all kinds of stuffed wild animals—heads mounted on the walls, skins on the floors, and life-size ones sitting and standing on the floor everywhere.

We made our way to the giant polar bear rug in front of the fireplace, shucked the rest of our clothes--my finger in her pussy, and her hand around my cock--sipped our beers, and just stood there gazing about, taking in this wild space.

Centered over the mantle was a white rhino head. "He's the only dude in here hornier than me," I teased. 

"I dunno, those big cats look like they could pounce any moment now," she observed, referring to the huge male tiger and lion standing on all fours flanking each side of the hearth.

"Meow," I said, just before picking her up and laying her back onto the woolly bear rug and kissing and nibbling every square inch of her delicious young body.

"Oh, you animal, you!" she giggled.

She had perfect skin and the most dramatic tan lines I'd ever seen. The lines on her breasts cut just above her areolas, dark brown on top and lily white below. Were it not for her succulent grape-size nipples, it would appear at a glance that she was wearing a white bikini top, for her tan was so much darker than her natural skin color, and the line so well defined. 

She obviously tanned with her back strap undone, as her beautiful, smooth back arched from hip to shoulder with nary a tan line interruption. Simply delightful.

Christy was not skinny, but she was far from fat. Very fleshy, with compound curves in all the right places—big, round, firm boobs that stayed close together even when she lay flat of her back, a thin waistline, a butt that reminded me of a black girl's, and you could see every muscle in her arms and legs when she moved, probably from her college tennis team practice. As I said before, "voluptuously athletic" describes her best.

Having kissed and nibbled every bit of her body except her pussy and anus, which I was just about to savor, I spread her legs wide, she lying face up with her head propped on the back of the polar bear's. Oh my Lord! What a gorgeous pussy! Like the lips on her face, her labia were full and red and fleshy, her clit sticking out from its hood and actually a bit up, like a little erection, and the whole thing so wet that there was already a damp spot on the bear's fur.

I pulled her labia apart to look inside, releasing a wave of pussy juice that ran down onto her picture-perfect little pucker hole, then she vigorously pulled me up on top of her. "I wanna do all that stuff we saw in the film, but right now, I just need you inside me," she pleaded. My mouth was watering for her pussy, but I obliged.

I very, very slowly entered her. Although her crotch was not shaved, it was trimmed very closely, so no hair blocked my view. She wanted to look, too, so she propped herself up on her elbows and watched me gradually go in. About half way, I stopped and looked up across her fine, slim tummy, at the little folds of her belly button, then on up at her magnificent breasts. If any pussy felt better than this one, I sure can't remember it!

She tilted her head up and looked straight into my eyes, "Please, put it ALL the way in me, ALL...THE...WAY...IN." In one swift motion, I went in to the hilt, folding her big pussy lips inside, out of sight. Christy made a sound that's hard to describe, though I'll never forget it. Kind of a whine that went up and down in volume but never ceased entirely. It reminded me of that sound you hear when trying to pick up a distant short-wave radio station, though distinctly a noise of extreme pleasure. 

I've never heard such a sound come from a human before or since. I discovered that I could control her sounds quite predictably by varying the speed and angle of penetration. Her frequency would go way up when I cocked myself so that the top of my dick was rubbing against her clit, and I could elicit an ever faster-paced wavering noise the quicker I thrust in and out. Hitting her G-spot just so brought out sort of a looping sound immediately followed by something akin to static hiss.

Like I said, it all sounded remarkably similar to adjusting the tuner on a short-wave radio. Always seeking some comic angle, I said, "Come in, Christy. This is Bachelor Party Man. I'm operating at 1200 Hertz. And I don't mean rental cars. How do you like the way I'm modulating your frequency? Over." 

"Roger. You are 'coming in' just fine. You certainly know how to use your antenna!" she responded, laughing. 

I do dearly love to watch myself go in and out of a girl's pussy, and she seemed to like it just as much as me, yet every time I would look up into her lovely face, she would look straight into my eyes and keep her gaze there until I looked elsewhere. In fact, her eyes would precisely follow to whatever I was looking at—her left nipple, her right nipple, her cleavage. One time I even gazed over into the eyes of the lion, and, sure enough, Christy was looking at the big old cat, too!

I had gradually picked up my speed to a medium fast fuck when, judging by her hip movements and the unique sounds, she was tuning in on Station Orgasm. As we stared into each others' eyes, she grabbed my buns with both hands, sank her sharp nails in painfully deep, and began thrusting me in and out of her at a furiously fast pace. I flipped on my squelch ejaculation switch to keep from cumming.

She plucked her fingers from the holes in my buns, grabbed her breasts, one in each hand, and squeezed them extra hard while twisting and pulling those grape-like nipples between thumbs and forefingers with considerable force. Biting her lower lip, her short-wave radio tuned up to such a high pitch—almost beyond the range of human hearing—and stayed at that constant frequency so loud so long, that I would have definitely inserted ear plugs had they been available. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw the babboon on the opposite wall cover its ears, but I think it was just my imagination.

She was cumming, and her eyes were trained like two lasers into my pupils. Christy's pussy was gushing juices and contorting so that it was all I could do to keep my mental lever forcefully on the squelch ejaculation switch. I didn't put a stop-watch on it, but I'd estimate she orgasmed for at least three, perhaps as much as five, minutes.

Well, over the next couple of hours, we did just about everything in that trophy room that we'd seen in the XXX film, many of which Christy said she was doing for the first time. "Let's try that, what did you call it—flying fuck—that we saw. Oh, this is so much fun!" she would say. SHE was the real trophy in that room!




Bachelor Party



That polar bear rug made a great platform for fucking doggie, spoons and its variations, and girl-atop-guy, both facing forward and away. No matter what position we were in, her short-wave pleasure radio worked just fine in all of them.

At one point, we were in a 69 on the rug, with me on the bottom. The bear head made an excellent place to rest my head and was at just the right height and angle to eat her luscious pussy with ease, and I was delighted that she enjoyed having her asshole licked and tongue-fucked—another first for her—though it looked awfully small for my thickness, so I decided not to do anal—that could wait for another time.

It was during that 69 that she sucked me for the first time that evening. The girl could suck a dick! I'm not sure if someone taught her, but, since she was learning so much about sex with me even though she was already 21, I'd say she was just a natural. Her big meaty tits dangling down with their grapey nipples on my stomach just felt great as she noisely sucked and slurped my cock like a popsickle on a hot summer day.

Looking up at her ass and pussy from below and behind in the 69 was truly a sight to behold. The distinct tan lines on the bottom of her buns perfectly followed the creases between bun and leg, and seemed to me like arrows pointing at the best stuff: This way to pussy. And watching her thick lips and concave cheeks suck me by looking between her legs, across her wet pussy, and on between her bobbling boobs draped down was just a view to die for.

In the interest of giving her the maximum amount of pleasure for as long as possible, I had kept my do-not-cum switch on so long that I was beginning to wonder whether I could ejaculate at all. I do not know if I can count as high as the number of times she came. 

I twisted a fatty and fired it up, which obviously made her nervous. At first she said she did not partake, but halfway through it, I absent-mindedly passed it to her, and she finished it with me. 

"I'm so thirsty!" she exclaimed. I was, too, and our glasses were empty, so she grabbed them and ran, completely naked, out the door and down the dark hall to get more beer. She was certainly a sight to behold, her big boobs bouncing up and down as she ran. I do love to see a fine-looking, booby girl run naked, and she was doubtless one fine looking, booby girl! She obviously didn't mind the group back in the XXX film room seeing her nude, as some of them were half-naked when we left anyway. 

She was gone for several minutes, and I imagined I might be missing a full-fledged orgy going on in the video room. Vicki, my buddy's wife, was a cute blonde with nothing short of enormous tits, and I pictured her with frat-boy cocks in all holes and both hands while her hubby watched, covered in layers of licking naked sorority girls with his dick ball-deep in Christy's mouth. This fantasy quickly became so realistically probable and appealing that I decided to go down there to see just what was up. 

But as I pushed open the door, Christy finally appeared. "Everybody's gone. There's not a soul left here but us. The keg's empty, but I was able to coax a little bit of brew out for us," handing me a half a beer with lots of foam on top. "Yeah, when the beer's gone, the party's generally over," I said, a bit disappointed there was no orgy actually in process. 

"Well," she said, "Our party's not over. I wanna do that simultaneous blow-job/titty-fuck thingy they were doing in the film, and, you know, it's high time you cum, too!" Christy suggested. Sounded like a superb idea to me.

I looked around and decided that the 15-foot Nile crocodile on the floor would be an excellent perch for this activity. After all, its open mouth had served well as an ashtray for the doob. "What a crock!" I lamely joked. She laughed anyway.

Its head was raised, so I sat on it backwards while she sat down on its flat back facing me, her soft, smooth vagina rubbing on its rough, knobby skin. His dry skin looked like it could use some emollient, and what could be better than Christy's pussy juice? 

I kissed her and worked my way down to her tits, slobbering in her cleavage. She proceeded to lick and slobber all over my dick, then gobbled it down to its base, with just the right amount of suction, her long tongue swirling expertly as she up and downed my shaft with care.

With her chin on her chest, I was easily able to slide my cock between her firm young breasts and up into and out of her moist mouth as she squeezed her extra-firm tits tightly together around me. I finally felt my cum slowly but surely rising until, at last, I came, spewing spurt after spurt after spurt. Appropriate to the situation, I belted out my best Tarzan yell.

It had been a good while since I'd been with a woman, and my semen supply was at maximum. She tried to swallow it all but just couldn't, so my cum dribbled down her chin, brown neck, and all over her magnificent breasts. I slapped my cock on them, and rubbed its underside on the big grapes that were her nipples, having an ecstatic and long-lasting orgasm. The zebra on the wall seemed to be nodding approvingly, but those guys are always horsing around!

We used the polar bear's arm to clean up, dressed, and I drove her to her parent's home nearby.

Christy was a delightful young woman, and I would have surely dated her had I not lived far away in another city.

We kissed each other goodnight in my car in the driveway. Her parting words were, "That was the best sex I ever had! "Can't wait to see you tomorrow!" she shouted as I pulled out of the driveway. To say that I was looking forward to seeing her the next day at the wedding and reception would surely be the understatement of the decade. 

On wedding day, I could hardly take my eyes off her as she walked slowly up the aisle and stood at the front of the church. She looked beautiful in the halter style bridesmaid dress, and definitely got the best cleavage award. I could barely wait to deposit another river of sperm in that canyon! I sped to the reception, but couldn't find her anywhere. I kept asking, but no one had seen her after the wedding was over. Strange, not to mention extremely disappointing. In fact, I never saw her again.

Remember how I'd at first sized up her and her friends as a straight little sorority goody girls who teased but would not deliver? Man, was I wrong! I found out that, as had already begun before Christy and I left the fraternity video room, guys and gals paired off, and everybody got laid but one guy. There was one more bachelor than bachelorettes, and he ended up being the odd man out. Most couples went off together to their own places. 

But my buddy said he and his two brothers went back to his house with his wife, bride-to-be, and the leggy maid of honor, respectively, and fucked in his den in view of each other to the light of MTV until daybreak! Not that I did not enjoy immensely Christy in the trophy room, but I wished we'd been there with them in his den. I want my MTV!

The only down side to the story—other than Christy mysteriously disappearing—was that, being the last ones to leave and having no key, we left the frat house unlocked and the killer JBL studio monitors were stolen. The fraternity brothers agreed, however, that it was an acceptable tradeoff for all the sexual fun.

It just goes to show you: If you meet a person you're attracted to, don't just assume she's out of range. Give it your best shot, and you just might get lucky like we all did.

Oh, and one final thing. Turns out, the one guy who didn't get laid that night came out of the closet a couple years later. He was gay! 



Bachelor Party



Before I get into the story, let me give you a little bit of background information...

During my first year of college at UNC I played it pretty much by the rules of polite society. I abstained from personal misconduct, mainly sexual promiscuity, and concentrated on my studies. I also worked on meeting people since I had always been a little shy in high school. I figured since I was now in a new environment where nobody knew me and I could get a fresh start.

Not to say that I was a prude or anything because I lost my virginity when I was 16 years old and since then I have had one-on-one sex with 8 guys and many blowjobs. 

Obviously I have a love for sex, but I did not want to begin college by wasting all my tuition money on having sex with people. Finally, believe it or not, contrary to popular opinion, there is more to college than wild parties and wanton sex. 

When choosing a school I wanted an education that would prepare me as well as possible for the business career I have always wanted. Why waste four years of your life just to hang a piece of paper on the wall and nothing else? In the end I chose this school because it offered an outstanding business curriculum plus my mother was an alumni. 

The first semester of my sophomore year I started chatting online and, on a dare, signed up on an adult oriented web site. This was a bit of a risk given that my school monitors our web activities but it was exciting to talk to people about sex in such an open way. 

The only real problem was that I only did this for fun and as a means to blow off some steam. I never had any intention or desire to meet anyone but it seemed that most of the people who contacted me wanted to meet or get nude photos of me. I also was bombarded with requests to be naked on a webcam. People just couldn't understand why I only wanted to chat but for me that was all that I wanted - an outlet to express myself and let out my frustrations. 

I was pleasantly surprised at the incredible number of responses I got from both guys and girls, especially the way they were claimed to be turned by me even in the limited way I interacted with them. Now and then someone nice contacted me though and I enjoyed a few great conversations.

One thing I found was that people had a tendency to ask the same questions over and over. In addition, most were interested in my sexual history. That's what got me writing my stories -- first to avoid repeating myself and second to provide more details than I can in an IM environment. 

It wasn't hard to come up with story ideas -- I just broke out my diary and expanded on a number of shorter stories I had written about my sexual experiences. I had always gotten off writing about them even though my early works were just nothing more than notes and comments. The process of polishing them up and filling in the gaps has proven to be a very erotic experience and more often than not I end up taking breaks to masturbate as I remember those good times. It takes a lot of work to write one of these but hopefully it is worth it, even if I do get an occasional creep who doesn't like them or how I write. 

Aside from the online chatting my sophomore year has turned out to be totally different from my freshman one for another reason. I lost the lottery for an apartment so I ended up in the dorm again with a new roomie who is definitely too strict! My prior roommate was a party animal and made it hard for me to concentrate on studies. My new roommate Karen is a virgin who believes that even masturbation is a form of sex and thus is not to be done before marriage. She is at the other extreme which does not do it for me either. I like to have a little fun now and then! 

To make it even harder, Karen is a stunning babe and knows it. She is a tease and doesn't mind showing herself off. She sleeps in skimpy panties and a short t-shirt, usually without covers, no matter how cold it is. Once she falls asleep it would take Armageddon to awaken her before morning. If only the guys in our dorm knew, they would be salivating!

Being abstinent and studying intensely proved to be much harder the second year, more so than I was anticipating. I found that most of the time I was hornier than I have ever been for any extended period. Although I met up with old boyfriends when I would go home for visits with my parents, I still got to the point at times I wanted to scream from the pressure of my pent-up sexual tensions. 

Once before Thanksgiving I was so overwhelmed I broke down and went to a frat party in Winston-Salem with a couple of other girls. While it was incredibly exciting and erotic to meet and fuck a hot frat brother whom I had just met that night, I am not really into the drunk party scene so I never went to another one.

After a fantastic and erotic Christmas break at home where I had sex with several old boyfriends (I always felt safer being with guys whom I had slept with before), I felt even more "in need" than ever when the 2nd semester started, so I looked for other options in the first month back, ones that I would never have even seriously considered before. 

I started thinking about what other options I had. Dating anyone at school was pretty much out given the headaches associated with a real relationship. The club scene is non-existent around here and frat parties were out. I had lots of offers from guys I chat online with but no matter how tempting some of them were I wasn't about to give in and take that kind of risk. 

The one idea thing that kept coming up was some sort of an escort job. I don't mean being like one of those web whores that tease you on the Internet all the time, but rather working for a local respectable and legitimate agency. I checked out several in Chapel Hill and eventually decided to give one a try. 

They claimed to check out their clients and choose the ones that they think were best for me (I insisted on only older married guys from out of state). The guys paid the agency so I didn't have to fool with money or worry about getting arrested as a prostitute although I could keep any tips. While it was expected that I be friendly and outgoing, including putting up with some minor groping, sex was definitely NOT mandatory and completely up to me. 

Indeed, so far as the company was concerned, sex was not part of any deal but we really know that didn't fool anyone. The agency would send a prepaid cab to pick me up and then another to take me back home. In addition to the single escorts, I also agreed to do bachelor parties, which actually sounded like a lot of fun, since I have always had an exhibitionistic streak in me. I love dancing at clubs when there is an audience of guys gawking, so these parties sounded like a perfect match for me. 

Soon after I signed the papers (including the income tax forms!) I got an e-mail saying that there was a party this upcoming Saturday night and asking if I was interested. The e-mail described the party and location. It was far enough away that I wasn't worried about someone being there that might know me. For just a moment my stomach felt a bit queasy. Suddenly it was going from fantasy to reality! 

After the initial jitters, I calmed down and replied saying I would accept the job. For the rest of the week all I could think about was the party coming up. I had never done anything even remotely like this before and found myself getting wet just thinking about it. 

In essence this party would be just me being on display for a bunch of lecherous men. I was told to expect 10-12 guys including the groom. Even though I knew I would be expected to strip and thus would be nude most of the time, I wondered if anything else would happen. 

Would I suck any of their cocks, maybe even get fucked? Would it be just one or all of them? Would I have sex with the groom just hours before he said his wedding vows to his loving fiancé? That would be so fucking hot! The possibilities were endless and I masturbated every night that week while I dreamed of other permutations.

Saturday afternoon I told my roomie Karen that I would be going out with some friends to a party and that I would probably be getting back late. Karen gave me a strange look but didn't say anything. We got along great but sex was not a subject we typically discussed. I had the feeling she knew that there was a lot I wasn't telling her about myself but somehow I think she was more comfortable simply not knowing. 

Our arrangement worked in that we were OK friends, not exactly a close relationship but a friendly one. I couldn't help but wonder what she would say though if she knew the real truth. She probably suspected I had a boyfriend that I was fucking but she was polite enough to ignore it. If she only knew that I thought it would be too much of a pain to have to go through the dating ritual just to get fucked. 

I wondered if Karen would have been so lenient if she knew that instead of fooling around in the back seat of some guy's car there was a good chance I was going to be willingly gang-banged by 10-12 guys before the night was over?

The taxi picked me up at 8:00 and it took about a half hour to get to the house where the party was. It was your typical suburban two-story white colonial in one of those typical new developments that seem to cropping up everywhere these days. While not a mansion, whoever lived there was not indigent either, which made me feel much more secure than I would have been if I had been dropped off in some bad part of town. 

I was wearing low rise jeans and an UNC sweatshirt with my winter coat, carrying a bag with an outfit and my personal stuff in it. Drawing a deep breath, I got out of the taxi, went up the steps, and knocked on the front door. A good-looking guy with his shirt out and a beer in his hand answered the door. 

I guessed that the party must have been well underway already. As he looked at me standing on the steps, a big grin came over his face. It was the same look a starving linebacker might have eyeing a porterhouse steak after a workout. 

Without taking his lecherous eyes off me he turned his head to the side and gave a shout.

"Hey Bill! Your stripper is here!"

That was a first for me and it was all I could do to bite my tongue and not burst out laughing. I had never been described as a "stripper" before but I thought it had a nice ring to it. Almost immediately another nice-looking guy with a bit too much stomach but nice hair appeared and opened the door for me with a smile.

"Hi! I'm Bill, the best man. Damn, girl, you look finer than I even imagined and, trust me, I have one hell of an imagination! 

I guess that was a compliment so I stepped inside and immediately every eye in the house looked my way. Now I know how a lonely sheep feels when surrounded by a pack of starving wolves. 

As far as I was concerned, I was just a 19-year-old college coed going to classes and hanging out with friends, but it was immediately obvious that all they saw was a slutty bitch who had arrived to entertain them and, if they were lucky, put out. Well, how could I complain since those were also my darkest, deepest thoughts! 

Bill quickly led me to a bedroom down the hallway and closed the door behind us. 

"You can change in here," he said, "Take your time and just let us know when you are ready."

He was so sweet that for a moment I forgot that he had hired me to strip, not to talk politics or about the weather. I was surprised at how nervous I was. I was actually shaking a little, so I didn't say anything and just turned to put my bag on the bed. Bill opened the door to leave when he paused and turned back to me. 

"Candi, I have always fantasized meeting a girl like you and I can't tell you how many times I have jerked off wishing I was fucking such a hot girl. Now here you are, alone in a bedroom with me; young, beautiful, sexy as hell, and about to strip nude and who knows what else. It's like a dream come true for me.........."

He hesitated then and I could tell that he wanted to say more but he seemed to have lost his nerve. I looked him in the eyes and suddenly knew what he wanted. 

I asked, "Bill, are you married?"

Bill's eyes widened for a moment and then he nodded his head. 

"Yeah but she's nothing like you anymore. Damn, she was NEVER like you!"

"So tell me Bill, do you want to fuck me tonight?" 

Bingo! Bill's face flushed and I knew I had him pegged. While he obviously wanted to do just that, I could tell he had not anticipated that I would be so blunt about it. I just figured what was the point in being coy? I mean, it's not like I wasn't horny as hell and looking forward to it too! I used my hand to throw my hair back in what I hoped was a sexy move and licked my lips slowly before I continued. 

"You know Bill, you can have me if you really want to. All you have to do is ask. You can have me right now." 

I really meant only to tease him. I had no intention of fucking him, at least not yet, but Bill stared at me with that look as if he was seeing straight through my clothes. He was a bit drunk and that look of lust I knew from experience meant he really wanted to fuck me BAD. 

Bill was breathing harder and he had a monstrous erection that looked like it would burst through his pants at any moment. His nostrils flared and I wondered for a brief moment if I had gone maybe just a little too far with my teasing! Bill took a step towards me when the door suddenly opened and a guy stuck his head in.

"Hey Bill, get out here, the keg needs fixing!" 

Bill shook his head back and forth as if to clear out the filthy thoughts that were running through it. He took another look at me and, with that, he left the room, closing the door behind him. I locked the door and stood still there for a moment, just a bit unnerved.

What was I doing here? Maybe I had misjudged everything - was I making the mistake of my life tonight? I had gone this far though so I figured the best thing to do would be to get out there with the group as quickly as possible and hope for safety in numbers. 

I doubted that one of them would do anything too wild so long as the rest were watching. I stripped off my clothes quickly, leaving me standing naked in the middle of the room, listening to the uproar outside the door, and wondering for a moment what the hell I was doing.

As nervous as I was, I knew that deep down I had always wanted to do something this crazy and naughty! I wanted to do this as badly as the guys in the next room wanted me to! It had been over a month since I had been fucked with a real stiff cock and my pussy was crying to feel more than just my finger in it. I reached down between my legs and felt my smooth pussy under my fingers. 

I had shaved before I left and it looked as bare and sweet as a 12 year old's cunt. My finger briefly lingered over my clit and I shivered a little but then pulled my hand away. I knew if I started touching myself there would be no way to stop until I came and I had a strong suspicion there would be more than enough sex coming my way this night without having to do myself beforehand.

I went over to my bag and took out my outfit. I had brought with me a sexy pink and lace bra and thong set from Victoria's Secret with black lace outlining the edge of the bra and thong. For a top I wore a tight white satin shirt that showed the black lace of the bra under it. Next I slipped on a really short plaid schoolgirl style skirt that barely even covered my ass. A pair of white knee high socks and sneakers finished off the ensemble. 

I pulled my long straight blonde hair back into a single ponytail and looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. The image in front of me was that of a young innocent schoolgirl, maybe 15 or 16, but certainly not 19 going on 20. I lightly bounced on my toes just a little, making my 36D boobs and ponytail bounce equally with the motion. 

Mmmm, this was definitely going to be fun! A dash of perfume on my neck, boobs, ass, and pussy and I was ready to go. Funny but I wasn't nervous at all anymore. I was getting hornier and hornier with each minute as the idea of showing off my body in front of 12 even hornier guys was getting closer and closer to reality.

I took in a long deep breath as I went to the door and opened it enough to see out. It looked like everyone was sitting in the living room, beers in hand, and laughing at what was undoubtedly a witty and intelligent joke (not!). 

I opened the door all the way and stood in the doorway, posing as sexy as I could. A silence like a tomb suddenly came over them and all I could hear was the background pop music on the radio. Just as quickly all the guys started talking again, with some whistling and howling like wolves. 

I smiled and slowly walked to the center of the room. This was exactly what I had dreamed of - being admired by a bunch of horny guys. I was the center of attention and every guy in the room wanted me.

I started by dancing seductively around the room. I didn't really show anything more than what they could already see, just bending over to show off my ass once in a while and leaning over now and again to let a few of them look down my shirt to see my bra and tits. 

Everyone was cheering and calling for me to strip but I just teased them. While I danced I didn't let anyone touch me, pushing them away whenever they got too close or their hands tried to grope me. I had never done anything like this before in my life and it was utterly thrilling! 

Oh, sure, I had danced in this outfit for my old boyfriend after he gave it to me but that situation was nothing like this! I could have just gone on like this all night but there was more that I wanted to do and they wanted it as well, judging from the looks on their faces and the tents in their pants.

Being that it WAS a bachelor's party, I knew that somebody deserved some extra attention so I worked my over to the groom's chair. Tom was the lucky groom and I could tell that he had been drinking a bit - not too much, but just enough to be relaxed and let his inhibitions down. 

There was a picture of Tom and his fiancé on the table next to him. She was really cute so I don't know if it was there to remind him of her, to help keep him in line, or if it was part of some twisted scheme to remind everyone of whom he would be cheating on that night. I was being really naughty as I thought about the second possibility being the case. 

I kept wondering how HOT it would be to fuck him with her "watching". If events unfolded as I'd fantasized, then after tonight, he would be dreaming about me when they were together in their wedding bed for the first time!

I put one leg up on the chair next to Tom, letting my skirt ride up to expose my lacy thong, as I pulled it slightly aside. He was getting a great view of my crotch and bare pussy and he didn't waste any time as he stared at it like it was the first cunt he had ever seen. 

Rubbing myself through the thin fabric, I slowly and rhythmically pumped my hips up and down like I was being fucked. Taking his right hand, I held it to my left breast, letting him feel me through my shirt and bra. 

At first he resisted so I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "C'mon Tom, this is your last chance to have a girl like me. I'm all yours -- you can do whatever you want with me." 

Tom's eyes widened and he looked at me. I just smiled and whispered to him, "That's right Tom - anything!" His hand stayed on me after that and I shivered as he squeezed my boob. 

"Gooooo Tom!" someone cried out. 

Then someone whined, "Come on, Tom, aren't you going to share the little sexy whore with the rest of us?"

I turned around, smiled seductively at them, and then started dancing for them again. I got closer to each guy as I made my way around the room, finally getting close enough for them to grope me and feel me up. Most of them went for my boobs but a couple more ambitious types grabbed my ass with one getting bold enough to go for my pussy. I playfully pushed him away as I wasn't ready to give up that prize quite yet. 




Bachelor Party



Each time I circled around I let them have me for just a little bit longer. I could tell from the bulging cocks trying to burst from their crotches that they all wanted to fuck me. I wondered if they knew that I was just as turned on as they were, perhaps even more, by all this teasing. 

The next time I made my way to Tom I spun around and sat in his lap, grinding my ass on his crotch so I could feel his hard cock through his pants against me. He wrapped his arms around me, grabbing each of my boobs with his hands. I unbuttoned my shirt and he reached inside to hold my tits. He pinched my nipples through the fabric of the bra and it sent chills through me because they are extremely sensitive. I looked around the room at all the eyes staring at us. 

My bra was the type with a front snap, perfect for this type of occasion, and I had it undone before he realized what was happening. The cups fell away from my breasts and suddenly he was holding my bare boobs in his hands. I kept my shirt and unsnapped bra on as I continued to grind my ass into him as he played with my boobs and hard nipples.

After giving Tom a good feel I walked over to Bill and leaned over as I wiggled my freed boobs for him. Bill licked his lips as he stared at my exposed chest. 

I gave him a sexy grin saying, "C'mon Bill, I've been watching you tonight. Aren't these what you've been wanting? Touch them......"

Well, it didn't take any more encouragement as Bill pulled me to him and I mounted his chair like a lap dancer. My bare boobs were in his face and he leaned forward to suck and taste my nipples.

"That's it Bill, " I whispered to him, "Do it...... Show me what you wanted to do to me in the bedroom."

Bill's hands had been holding my thighs as I danced in front of him. I felt them moving up my bare thighs. He didn't stop there as the rest of the group cheered him to go higher. He didn't disappoint them as he reached between my legs and cupped my damp pussy. 

I swiveled my hips around his hand, leaving no doubt that he was more than welcome to keep going. His fingers moved aside the fabric of my thong and I felt them exploring my pussy, looking for its magical entrance. It didn't take long to find and, as wet as I was, his finger easily slid up into my cunt. 

It seemed everyone was cheering him on and I certainly didn't mind; hell, it felt damn good! He started to finger fuck me, thrusting his finger in and out of me like a small cock. I moaned aloud and leaned my head back with my eyes closed, letting everyone see how much I was loving it. 

I let Bill play with me for a while longer before I eased myself off the chair and moved away from him. He tasted his finger and smiled at me. I winked back at him and moved to make the rounds again. This time everyone was a lot more aggressive now that the door had been opened. Every one of them went straight for my pussy, some being gentle with me while others were a bit too rough and I had to scold them.

Once everyone had groped me a few times I went back to center of the room and started to strip everything off. Slowly I removed each article of clothing until finally I was standing there naked in the middle of all of them. A thought came to me then and I decided to put on a bit of a show for them. I laid on my back in the middle of the room and spread my legs wide apart. 

Reaching between my legs with one hand, I began to masturbate for them while I squeezed with my boobs and pinched my nipples with my other hand. I watched them as I slowly masturbated, getting as turned on by the looks on their faces as I was by my own hand. 

It was then I noticed that Bill had pulled out a video camera and was taping me. A feeling of panic came over me for a few seconds and I wondered what I should do. Magically a large dildo appeared and was handed to me. It was pretty large but looked to be just what my pussy wanted so I started fucking myself with it to the delight of my onlookers. My first orgasm was starting so I just ignored the camera and let my orgasm sweep through me. 

Someone called out, "Damn, she's cumming!" and sure enough I was.

My initial fear of being filmed having sex with a group of guys disappeared as my orgasm grew. I didn't care anymore if Bill was videotaping me; all I wanted at that moment was to enjoy the waves of sheer pleasure that were running up and down my body. 

For the next few minutes I closed my eyes and forgot all about the guys watching me, about being in a strange house, and about the camera that was recording everything I was doing. It was just me and that wonderful high I get whenever I cum, better than any drug could be since it was natural and a part of my being. The dildo became a real cock, fucking me and driving me wild as my pussy clamped down on it.

As my orgasm faded the real world came slowly back into focus. I opened my eyes and saw everyone just staring at me, some with their mouths wide open after watching the spectacle on the floor in front of them. I finally got up on my feet again and danced again in front of them, totally nude. 

I felt like the sexiest girl in the world the way they were all fixated on me and I smiled as a couple of the guys got carried away and unzipped their jeans to let their hard cocks out. Each time one did and started stroking himself I would stand in front of him and give him an up close and personal show. 

I knew I must have been doing a pretty damn good job for them to get carried away to the point that they would start jacking off in front of their friends. Even Bill had his cock out, stroking himself with one hand while running the video recorder with the other. 

Eventually they all had their cocks out except the one I wanted the most -- Tom the groom. As the groom about to be married, I suppose he felt it would be inappropriate to do any more then he had already done with me. Touching my boobs was one thing but fucking me was another thing entirely! Well, to my horny and wicked mind, that just made Tom even more desirable and more of a challenge. 

I slowly slinked up to him and sat in his lap with my left arm around his neck. Tom didn't seem to know what to do now that a naked girl was perched on his lap! Well, based on the lump under my ass, I was sure he knew what he WANTED to do but not what he SHOULD do. I figured he just needed a little bit more encouragement. 

I took his hand and put it on my lap such that it was just inches from my pussy. I put both arms around his neck now, twisting so my bare boobs were rubbing against his chest. 

Looking into his eyes I smiled seductively and said coyly, "What's the matter Tom? Why aren't you playing with yourself like everyone else? Don't I turn you on?"

Tom put his other arm around me, keeping his hand resting on my bare upper leg. 

"Damn babe, you should know better than that!" he exclaimed. 

His face had a look of confusion and panic. He was obviously torn between his sworn love to his fiancé and his lust for me. 

"Damn I am sorry but I just can't do anything like this the night before I get married, you know? I swore to her just this afternoon that I wouldn't do anything like this."

I licked his face with my tongue and whispered in his ear, "Remember Tom, tonight I am just a fantasy girl. I am here to do anything you want --and yes, I mean ANYTHING! It doesn't matter since Tammy will never know and what she doesn't know won't hurt her!"

"Oh, goodness,...ohhh," he moaned as I wiggled my ass such that it ground on his cock. 

He didn't say anything more but I knew he was weakening so I kept up the pressure. A tremendous thrill ran through me as I realized from his lack of resistance that he had decided that I was worth cheating with on his new wife-to-be hours before their wedding. 

I stood up and spread his legs apart, allowing me to kneel in front of him. Reaching forward, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His hands kept trying weakly to push me away but it was not a very convincing performance. That was the moment I knew that I had him -- he was going to be mine for the night!

Bill had moved over to tape everything as I pulled Tom's pants and underwear off and it wasn't long before Tom's stiff cock was on display for everyone to see. I was pleased to see he didn't shave and I couldn't wait to bury my face in his thick bush of pubic hair. 

I looked around one last time to make sure everyone's eyes were fixed on me. I felt an incredible rush of excitement at the thought of being totally naked in front of all of them and having them watch me as I gave Tom a blowjob. 

I turned back, looked up at Tom with a sexy smile, and said, "I'm going to give you a blowjob like Tammy has never given you before and never will!"

Although Tom had long ago stopped all resistance, he still appeared to be unsure about what was going to happen if I kept going in this direction. 

Then he surprised me by mumbling, "Hell, that should be easy! Tammy won't blow me anyway."

Wow! Talk about sweet music to my ears! Now more than ever I really wanted to suck him. The poor slob was about to marry a girl who didn't like to suck cock! What a pity! Well, I was about to make him miserable for life once he learned how good a blowjob could be. So with renewed determination I went to work on his hard cock.

It was actually pretty large compared to most guys and no matter what he might be saying about being faithful and all; there was no hiding what he wanted! I licked just the tip of his head, brushing my hair out of the way so Bill could get a good view with his video camera. The audience had gone silent once I started. 

I then proceeded to give Tom the best blowjob I knew how. I licked him, kissed him, and sucked him using every trick in my oral arsenal. He was pretty drunk which is the only reason he didn't cum in the first 5 minutes although I was careful always to back off just as I felt him starting to go over the edge. Throughout his precum would seep out and I licked it off, savoring the salty flavor. 

What really seemed to turn everyone on the most was when I would take him completely into my mouth, deep throating his entire manhood! Tom was at least nine inches long erect and I had to force him down my throat to get him all in my mouth. 

I would ease him in until my face was tight against his groin, his pubic hair pressed against my face. The first time I did this I heard a number of the guys talking to each other and I knew they were impressed with my efforts. 

Tom certainly was! Whatever reservations he may have had were ancient history as he leaned back and enjoyed the best and possibly the last blowjob he would ever have, assuming he stayed true to the woman he was marrying. 

Bill was standing to the side now and I could see his cock was still sticking out from his pants. He was stroking it hard as he filmed Tom getting a blowjob. I noted for the not-so-distant future reference that his cock was huge --even bigger than Tom's! I spread my legs apart as I kneeled in front of Tom, letting everyone have a good look at my bare cunt. 

I started playing with myself with my free hand as I sucked Tom even harder. Tom was again at the point where he was close to cumming so I stroked Tom's cock with my hand and let him out of my mouth while I looked up at him. 

"Well, Tom," I said in a seductive voice, "How am I doing?"

Tom rolled his eyes and groaned, "Fuck, baby, I never knew it could feel this good!"

I stood up while keeping my hand wrapped around Tom's stiff cock. Turning around to face the guys, I spread my legs and leaned over, reaching for my ankles. Everyone quickly realized what I wanted and the guys started to cheer and hoot, urging Tom to fuck me. 

Actually it was more like, "Fuck the bitch!" and "Give it to her, Tom!"

I didn't mind one bit because that was exactly what I wanted at that moment. Tom was in a daze from the blowjob and beer but he still hesitated. 

I can't even describe the deliciously erotic feelings I was having knowing that tonight I was sexy enough to make him want to do exactly what he had promised his young fiancé he wouldn't, things he would remember for the rest of his life whenever he was with his wife, things that would always be in the back of his mind whenever his wife asked him if he was faithful to her. 

It was a fucking amazing feeling to have this much power over anyone, to know he craved me so much he was willing to do anything to have me, regardless of the potential consequences.

As for me, I was in my own sexual world where all reasoning and inhibitions were cast aside. It was rare for me to get this carried away to the point where I was willing to do anything just for mere sexual gratification. Even so, time seemed to stand still for just a moment as my mind cleared and I realized what I was doing. 

Could I really be doing this? Here I was totally nude in front of a bunch of horny guys getting ready to fuck some poor bastard who really wanted to be true to his new wife but had succumbed to me while his best man was recording the entire show! 

For a brief instant I questioned myself, wondering if this was something I really should be doing. How would I feel tomorrow when it was all over? How would Tom feel the next time he saw his young bride, knowing what he had done this night? When he made love to her on their wedding night, would he still be thinking of me sucking his cock? 

Then just as rapidly that moment was gone and real time was restored. The music and indecent comments from the guys were back and I was stroking Tom's cock while at the same time massaging my pussy, getting it ready for his inaugural entry. 

That weird moment when time stood still had now disappeared as lust and desire returned. There was no turning back now; I was going to have Tom fuck me in front of all his friends and that was that! Nothing was going to stop me now! 

Bill was urging Tom to fuck me along with the others and finally Tom stood up and spread my ass apart to get a better view of me. He took his cock in his hand and I felt him pressing it up against my ass and then lowering it down to find the opening to my pussy. 

I was soaking wet and his cock was still wet from my mouth so he slid easily into me. Usually I like it when a man enters me slowly, taking his time to fill me with his cock, and letting me experience the feel of each inch of his cock as it entered me. Tom was too horny for that kind of discipline and he just rammed himself into me. 

I gasped as all nine inches of him suddenly filled my pussy, splitting me apart like he was going to rip me in two. He didn't stay still inside my sweet cunt, but immediately began to pump himself in and out of me. I could feel and hear him as he repeatedly rammed deep into me, making a slapping sound as he slammed against my body with every thrust. I moaned loudly as he fucked me harder and harder!

"Fuck me, Tom!" I cried out.

Everyone cheered as I kept screaming out for him to fuck me harder. We were in the middle of the room now, Tom with his pants at his ankles and his shirt still on, slamming his huge cock into my small nude sexy body as his friends watched in amazement. 

I doubted that any of them could quite believe what they were seeing. They had all known that Bill had arranged for a stripper to tease them but did any of them really expect that the groom, good ol' Tom, who was getting married shortly, would be fucking a slut he didn't know in the middle of the living room right in front of them all -- and have it filmed?

I felt Tom's cock swelling even more and his pace was quickening so I knew he was about to cum. Ordinarily I would have let him cum deep inside me as I love the feeling of a cock exploding in me and shooting hot loads of cum deep in my pussy. 

However, I still wanted to put on a great show for everyone and I knew that guys love watching girls take cum in the mouth. I stepped forward so he came out of me (my pussy felt soooooo empty all of a sudden that I almost took him back in me immediately) and turned around to kneel in front of him.

Tom's cock was reacting in a predictable manner and, when I knew he was ready to explode, I yelled, "OK, Bill, don't miss this!" 

I sucked Tom's cock for a few more seconds and then stroked him with my hand as I held his swollen head a couple of inches away from my open mouth. It didn't take more than a few strokes before he surged and a huge load of cum shot from his cock directly into my mouth. 

I could feel it hit the back of my throat and pool on my tongue as Tom groaned and came again and yet again. A few shots missed my mouth and landed on my cheek and breasts but most of it made it into my mouth. Mmmmmm he tasted so fucking good! 

I kept stroking him even after he stopped, trying to milk every drop from his balls that I could. I looked up at Bill's camera, opened my mouth wide, and stuck out my tongue so he could film the cum that was on it. Then I used Tom's cock to wipe the cum that was on my cheek into my mouth and then my fingers to catch the cum on my boobs. 

When I put his cock back in my mouth and sucked the last few drops from him I could feel him shudder as my tongue swirled around his now very sensitive cock. He slowly softened in my mouth and finally he stepped back, sinking into his chair with a look of exhaustion.

Tom was shaking his head and I could hear him muttering to himself saying, "What have I done? What if Tammy finds out?"

I felt so naughty as I listened to him worrying about his fiancé, but I also knew he would never forget this wonderful night as it would be etched forever in his memory. Besides, there was utterly no way he could ever say that he hadn't loved fucking me!  

I turned around to face the rest of the guys. It seemed very strange to have eleven guys watching me with their cocks in their hands. It looked like a few of them were feeling a little awkward touching themselves in front of the others but since all of them were doing it, I guess that helped them not be so shy. I bit my lower lip as I looked at them and realized that soon my pussy would be welcoming every one of those cocks. 

I couldn't wait any longer to get fucked hard so I put my hands on my hips and asked, "Well, are you guys just going to stroke yourselves or does somebody actually want to fuck me?"

Even after all the groping I had allowed them to do before, plus what I had just done with Tom, I don't think they really knew for sure at this point whether or not they would be able to fuck me themselves. I watched impatiently as they looked at each other, waiting for someone to start things off. I should have known who ultimately became the first "volunteer."

Bill dropped his pants and sat down in a chair, calling me over to him.

"OK, Candi, get over here and sit on my cock," he called out to me.

Bill handed the camera to one of the guys, warning him not to miss anything! I slowly danced in front of him, caressing my boobs, and pinching my now very hard nipples while he watched.

"OK, Bill," I whispered in a sultry voice, "It's your turn now, baby, so FUCK me!" 

There really wasn't anything else I needed to say. Bill was sitting in a big overstuffed chair with plenty of room in it, so I climbed up and squatted over him, his cock positioned under my wet pussy and my big boobs in front of his face. I reached between my legs to hold his stiff cock and guide it into me as I started to lower myself down on it.

"Watch it, Bill," as if I had to encourage him, "I want you to watch as your monster cock enters my tight young pussy."

My pussy was still swollen from the fucking Tom had just given me and extremely sensitive so I couldn't help but gasp softly as the tip of his cock started to spread my pussy lips apart, finding its way into me. Fuck, he was so damn big! 




Bachelor Party



I have had one cock that was bigger than his cock but he was a definite #2 in the size category. My sloppy wet pussy screamed with pleasure as he violated me. I thought of his wife and what she would think if she could see her husband now, the hard manhood that was supposed to be hers repeatedly disappearing into a slutty young girl's pussy. 

It was fucking incredible how many thoughts ran through my mind in the short few moments it took for his cock to make its way all the way into my pussy! I felt his pubic hair tickle my ass as I lowered myself slowly all the way onto him until finally I was literally sitting on his lap with his fat cock completely hidden from sight. 

I sat motionless there for just a bit to relish the feeling of him in me. Again I was amazed at how big he was and how full my pussy felt with him in me. Bill was also obviously enjoying the moment. His head was leaning backwards and a huge smile was on his face.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, you have no idea how many times I have jerked off thinking about a moment like this one! You are as tight as I ever dreamed a girl could be!"

After that comment we got down to much more serious business as I bounced up and down on his cock and we fucked hard. He had been stroking himself for the past hour so it wasn't going to take much to get him off and in this case I really didn't want to stretch it out like I had with Tom. 

My sole purpose now was to be fucked as hard and as often as I could while I had the opportunity. After a month of nothing but my hand and fingers, my pussy was in dire need of good manmeat and tonight was perfect to make up for lost time.

"Fuck me, Bill, cum in me!" I told him. "Imagine your wife was here watching, seeing how much hotter I can make you than she can."

"Damn you, Candi," he groaned, "My wife's pussy NEVER felt like this...Ohhhhh, here it cums girl."

I slammed down hard on him to drive him as deeply into me as I could and just then I felt the first burst of hot cum explode inside of me. He must have been really loaded because he kept cumming and cumming in me. Each time I felt that shot of heat inside of me I imagined his cock in me, cum spraying from its tip into my starving pussy. 

When he finally finished, I climbed off his cock and stood up, causing streams of cum to drain from my pussy down my thighs to the floor. I gave Bill a wink and a smile, turned back to the rest of the guys, and looked to see who was going to be next.

This time there was no hesitation as the rest of the guys now clearly knew what I was there for. For the next hour or so I let myself go and, basically, was just a whore for the rest of them. Lying in the middle of the floor, I allowed them to do pretty much whatever they wanted with my nubile body to get themselves off! 

All of the guys fucked me at one time or another during the rest of the night -- they saw to it that every guy did me, so they were all involved equally in case someone spilled the beans afterwards. 

Even Tom returned for another round -- I guess any remorse had faded quickly once he saw everyone else fucking me. It seemed I always had at least two or three cocks working my body - one in my mouth, one in my pussy, and one or two in my hands. I lost count of how many times I came myself and there is no way of ever knowing how many loads of cum were sprayed on my tits, on my hair, on my face, in my pussy, or in my mouth. 

I was literally covered with cum by the time we were done. My pussy was so full of cum that when the next cock would enter me the squishing sound of cum being pushed out of me could be heard. I insisted that each guy cum at least once in my pussy. By the time the last guy was finishing himself off inside my cunt I was afraid to stand up, not knowing how much cum would gush from my snatch all over my legs and onto the floor.

The last guy to fuck me was Tom, back for yet another piece of ass. I guess he must have figured that once he crossed the line he may as well go all the way! The rest of them had collapsed on the furniture or on the floor. 

I was still on my back and so this time he fucked me in the missionary position. My legs were so tired I just laid back and let him do the work. Despite all the fabulous fucking my pussy had been given, his big cock was still a pleasure to have in me. 

I don't know where he managed to find some but, with a big grin, he shot one last load of cum inside my cunt. After he came he pulled out of me, laid down on the floor next to me, sweating and panting from all his exertions. 

I got up and went into the bedroom, streams of cum oozing down my thighs and calves! Using the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door, I looked myself over and barely recognized the girl I saw looking back at me. My hair was a total wreck and there were large traces of drying cum in it making it stick together. I couldn't believe how much cum was on me; cum seemed to cover my entire face and body! I pulled the bedcover off and used it to wipe myself off. 

My face and chest were flush and my mouth felt slimy and tasted of cock and cum. It began to sink in me as I stood there just what I had done this evening. I had fucked guys in my life before but in the past it was usually part of some type of relationship, even if just a physical one. 

All of a sudden I must say that I experienced a very perverse pride at having been one hell of a fucking stripper. To tell the truth, there was only one word that could describe what I was this evening - whore. 

Tonight I had given my young scrumptious body over to a group of horny men who didn't give a damn about Candi, the 19-year-old coed. I had allowed myself to be their sex toy, to use my body for their own sexual gratification and lewd pleasure. 

I had fucked what seemed to be a very decent man who had never wanted to be with anyone but his soon-to-be wife and, now for the rest of his life, he would have to live with what we did tonight.

With these thoughts going through my head I put my jeans and UNC sweatshirt back on. I saw a clock on the dresser -- 3:30AM! I had been fucking almost continuously for four hours! 

I was getting ready to go when there was a knock on the door. I opened it and Bill was there. He handed me a sealed envelope. It was pretty thick and I knew right away what it was. Now I really was officially a whore -- paid to be fucked!

"Just something the guys wanted to give you," he said. "You were incredible this evening, Candi! I already want to fuck you again!"

For a brief moment I considered letting him fuck me again right there in the bedroom. I could have done it and he probably was more than ready to go again but I decided it would be better to leave him hungry for me. 

With that I stepped through the door and past him. I gave him a quick kiss and grabbed his crotch, mindful of the hot cock under those jeans. 

"Babe, you know what I like!"

With that I made my way out. It appeared that all the other guys were still recovering and so I quickly made my way to the front door and outside. The chilly winter air hit me like a slap in the face and I ran to the waiting taxi that Bill had called for me. 

Luckily it was dark in the back seat so the cabbie could not really appreciate how much of a mess I was! When we arrived at my dorm, I quickly ran inside to get out of the bitter cold. 

Fortunately I didn't meet anyone on my way down the hall; who knows what they would have said looking at me like this! I tried to enter our room as quietly as possible but the damn door always creaked loudly and tonight was no exception. 

The only light in the room was a small nightlight we used but I could make out Karen as she sat up in her bed. She was rubbing her eyes and her voice was husky from sleep.

"That you Candi? My goodness you are late tonight! Everything OK?"

"No problem, Karen, I'll talk to you in the morning. G'night!"

Karen laid back down as I went by our beds to make my way to the bathroom. I was about to enter it when Karen stirred again. 

She looked around and wrinkled her nose saying, "My goodness Candi, what's that smell?"

Well, I knew for sure what that "smell" was, but Karen, the cerfified virgin, didn't recognize the musky smell of sex of which I knew I must have reeked. 

She wasn't really awake though so I didn't really have to answer as she lay back down and fell asleep. Hopefully when morning arrived she would have forgotten that I smelled like someone who had just been fucked repeatedly and hungrily by twelve guys!

In the bathroom I looked in the mirror and was very glad that I had not seen anyone in good lighting on my way back home. I looked like a tramp, especially my hair which had much more cum in it than I thought when I was in the dimly lit bedroom at the guys' house. By now it was dried and I couldn't wait to take a shower. 

I must have spent 30 minutes in the shower trying to remove my trophies from this evening. I lathered and rinsed my hair three times before it felt clean again. I had dried cum all over me and every time I thought I was clean I found yet another spot on me.

Finally I felt like a real person again and threw on some shorts and a t-shirt. I hid my outfit in a bag, put it under my bed, and dropped into bed. What a splendid night! I thought again about all the things I had done this evening. 

I had to admit that I really enjoyed the entire night! Being the center of attention at the party was so thrilling and showing myself off to the guys and seeing how excited that made them was incredibly erotic! 

Suddenly I remembered the envelope Bill gave me so I quietly reached under the bed to get it. I opened it up and was shocked -- it was full of twenties and even a few hundreds. I counted it all up and the total was $840! 

Hmmmmm, maybe being a whore wasn't so bad after all! I wasn't ready to become a streetwalker or anything but there were other possibilities including bachelor parties such as the one tonight or being a one-on-one escort. I fell asleep feeling much better about myself with a resolve to look into these new ventures as soon as possible.



Bachelor Party



The phone rang during dinner, Laurey answered it as she always did. "Hello, this is Laurey." Her face turned white as she listened to the man on the other end of the line. She stared at her husband across from her wondering if he could hear the voice on the phone.

"This is Joe, remember me from the school?" The deep voice asked. Laurey nodded her head unable to speak. "I know your husband is probably watching you so I will make this quick. If you are serious about getting fucked call me back I have a party tomorrow night and I need someone to entertain us." There was a click and then a dial tone.

"What was that?" Laurey sat frozen with the phone still sitting in her hand as her husband looked at her with a worried expression. "Are you ok?"

She shook her head and slowly hung up the phone. "Yes, I'm fine." She returned to her dinner. "Julie is just having a hard time with her divorce." She looked up at him almost pleading, hoping he would reach out to her in some way.

"Oh, is that all." He shrugged and started eating again.

She nearly cried as she watched him shovel another helping of food onto his plate. "I'll call and talk to her in more detail later." 

"Good idea, I'll be watching the ballgame." He thought for a minute or two and then suggested. "You might want go over and chat with her if you need to."

"Maybe tomorrow." She told him and they finished their dinner in silence. 

She cleaned the dishes up and heard him yelling at the umpire or referee or whoever. She sat down in the study and picked up the phone to call Julie. Julie was very understanding, having just been through a messy divorce, she could identify with Laurey's need to get away and into the arms of another man. She was not to certain about the safety of a party with a bunch of strangers. Laurey agreed that she needed some form of protection, she had already had her tubes tied several years ago, but would be seriously in trouble if someone from work identified her. 

After several hours of talking with Julie she hung up the phone. The house was quiet. She glanced at the clock, it was almost midnight! Laurey walked through the downstairs locking up and setting the alarm. She heard a loud snore when she walked by the stairs, "I guess he is asleep." She said to herself. The idea of the party was a great fantasy, but the reality scared her enough to where she couldn't do it. She pressed the erase button on the phone to delete Joe's number.

She sat in the dark wandering around on the computer doing some shopping. She pulled her pocketbook from the chair and got out her wallet so she could buy a new dress. Her breath caught in her throat, there underneath the credit card was Joe's card. His construction company's name and number on the front. "No way." She couldn't believe it. "I can't call his work number for this." She told herself. Her heart raced as she slowly turned the card, peering around the edge. There on the back was a hand written number with the name Joe under it. "It can't be." She started dialing the number and stopped half way through. "I can't." 

A loud snore shook the house. "Maybe..." She thought, her fingers were a step ahead of her mind. She realized when she heard a click and "Hello?" on the other end that it was too late. There was another "Hello?" followed by a brief pause, then the voice whispered. "Laurey? Is that you, slut"

"Oh God." She mumbled, frightened and excited by Joe's deep voice.

"It is you." He laughed. "I had almost given up on you calling."

"I can't believe I did." She explained nervously.

"I understand, first bachelor party?" He asked trying to sound soothing. "You can back out at any time and nobody will make you do anything you don't want."

She wanted to hang up and run away, but that would be rude, besides, she was getting excited at the thought of Joe's big cock again. Her body remembered being filled and stretched by it. "After last time I'm not sure what I want." She could feel the conflict between body and mind raging within her. "I guess I want to know what to expect."

Joe could almost see her wavering in her desire to be there. "I will explain it to you, then if your panties are still on and dry you can back out with no hard feelings."

"What!" Laurey exclaimed and then immediately quieted afraid she might wake her husband.

"Just kidding." Joe reassured her. "I just wanted to lighten the mood and get you in the proper frame of mind."

"Very funny." She chided. "I nearly woke my husband."

"I couldn't have that happen." Joe reeled in the more graphic ideas. "To start with, there are 5 guys plus me. Unless, the grooms brother makes it into town early, that would make it 6. They will expect you to strip naked and at some point give the groom one last blow job."

Laurey listened as Joe explained. "Just a blow job for the groom?" She asked a bit surprised.

"That is what the guys will expect." Joe gave a brief pause for effect. "What they want depends on how many drinks they have." He let her think about the fact there would be alcohol. "Myself and one other will be designated drivers and not drink. I do intend to get the groom totally sloshed, since he is my brother. You have the option, most professionals don't drink, but some of the amateur gals do."

"I will occasionally have a bit of wine or beer." Laurey wasn't really good at holding her liquor, but felt if Joe knew she was only a light drinker he would keep her limited. "I like to remember things the next day." She joked.

"Me too." Joe agreed. "Especially the hot strippers." Laurey blushed, just remained silent. "We are the bouncers if you like and will keep the other guys in line if they get too friendly. It usually starts when we get back from dinner and ends sometime after midnight." He wondered, "Do you have an excuse for your old man?"

Laurey didn't even hesitate. "Yes, he told me I should go over to a friend's house tomorrow. She is going through a divorce."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe she can come along too?" He suggested.

"God No!" She exclaimed quietly this time. "I couldn't let her see me like that. Come to think of it I can't let anyone see me like that."

"Why not? Oh, your job." He thought for a bit. "We could use a mask." She thought about the mask idea, keeping her face and hair hidden while the rest of her was on display. The thought was exciting her. She was imagining being blindfolded in the midst of these strange men when she realized her hand was inside her panties rubbing her clit. "You like that idea?" Joe was asking her.

"Yes, sounds good." She answered trying to cover up her lapse in attention.

"Really!" Joe knew she hadn't been listening. "You will bring the cake for desert then. Damn, I didn't think you would let us eat cake off of you." He teased.

"What?" She backpedaled in her head. "You want me to be the cake?"

"Just kidding, wear something sexy to serve the cake in though, OK" Joe liked this idea for how to introduce her. "That is how you will make your entrance."

"OK, I will check with Julie and text you if I can make it." Laurey hung up the phone and looked down. Her panties were soaked, along with her fingers. She went to bed where she tossed and turned all night.

In the morning she awoke to the sound of her husband getting dressed and leaving. She called Julie first thing and told her about Joe's phone call. Julie offered to cover for her if needed and also had an outfit that would be perfect. They spent the afternoon getting Laurey all dolled up and then she sent Joe a message asking for directions. Julie agreed to drop her off and would call to check on her at midnight to come pick her up if needed.

Laurey knocked on the front door nervously, Julie was in the car waiting just in case. Joe answered the door and they both waved at the car signaling all was ok. "Glad you could make it." Joe ushered her inside. "Can I take your coat?" He asked.

Laurey hesitated, "I think I want it to be a surprise." She answered, pulling the long coat close around herself. She was still a bit self-conscious about the outfit. "Where is the party going to be?"

Joe led her to the room at the back of the house. "This is the man cave." He gestured grandly at the big room. There was a small poker table off to one side and a couch with coffee table and a couple of easy chairs in the center of the room. A huge TV was mounted on the wall across from the couch. "It is mostly used for watching sports and playing poker."

"It looks lovely" Laurey agreed, a little overwhelmed by the space.

"Don't worry, it has a great sound system for your dancing and we will move the coffee table." Joe reached an arm around her shoulders. "You'll do just fine." He guided her through a side door and into the kitchen. Sitting at the kitchen table was a gentleman, complete with pinstripe suit. "This is mike." Joe introduced. "He is the other designated driver.

Mike Grinned and looked at the rumpled overcoat. "Nice to meet you." He shook her hand gently. "The cake guys were due an hour ago, but I haven't seen them yet." He set an envelope on the table.

Joe frowned. "I hope they got the address right." He glanced at the clock. "We need to get going and pick up the guys." He looked at Laurey. "Do you mind if we go ahead and let you pay the bakery guys when they deliver?"

Laurey didn't have anything else to do, "Sure, I can watch for them. It will give me time to get my mask and outfit ready."

"Thank you, drinks are in the fridge if you get thirsty and the money is in the envelope." He grabbed his keys and headed out the front with Mike.

Laurey opened her bag and pulled out a bandit style mask that covered her head like a bandana, tucking her hair underneath. The edge came down to her nose with small round holes for her to see through. She hung the coat on a hook behind the garage door. She smoothed the apron over her stomach. She had on a pink apron and pink thong with matching pink heels. The apron read 'kiss the cook' across the chest. She also had a chef's hat that was too big, it fell down over her eyes and hid the mask. Two cutouts allowed her to see through the hats edge.

The doorbell rang and she jumped. She grabbed her coat and covered up when she went to the door. A young man was standing at the door with a cake box. "Sorry I'm late." He apologized. She gave him the money and took the box. He counted out the amount and handed her the change. "Thank you." He waved and left.

She returned to the kitchen and removed the coat again. She opened the box and saw a cake in the shape of boobs staring up at her. She laughed and found plates and silverware for the cake. She even located some vanilla ice cream to go with it. It was just past 8 when she heard voices and car doors outside. She felt her stomach quiver as the guys filled the room next door. Several were very loudly proclaiming the virtues of a bachelor lifestyle. Joe told everyone he had ordered a special cake for the occasion and then he appeared in the doorway.

Laurey smiled when she saw Joe's jaw drop and his eyes widen. "Damn." Was all he could say.

"I hope it works." She blushed.

"That is amazing!" He motioned her over. "Nobody will even notice the cake." Joe gave her a quick pat on her ass and whistled at the view from the back. "Now serve our guests." He guided her through the door.

She was overwhelmed by the sudden hush followed by crude exclamations when she entered. Joe was beside her, his arm behind her fondling her ass and nudging her forward. She quietly made her way to the small coffee table and set the cake down in front of the groom. "Since it's his last night, we brought you some tits for desert." Joe announced. The group roared with laughter and the groom turned red as he laughed along. He had a clear view down the top of the apron to Laurey's swaying breasts.

Joe continued while she gathered the rest of the stuff from the kitchen. "My lovely friend here has agreed to serve you tonight on condition of anonymity." He explained. "Touching is allowed, but anyone who wants to play has to go through me." All the guys groaned their disappointment, but agreed to the rules. Mike smiled from his position beside the hallway door.

They sang a lewd version of he's a jolly good fellow, then Laurey cut the cake. She took a piece to each guy. She could feel their gaze on her, the apron seemed much smaller than it had when trying it on. They commented on her ass and thong and the way her tits swayed when she walked. Every one of them asked her to set the cake in their lap. She could feel at least two cocks similar in size to Joe's monster. 

Her panties were already damp when Joe hit the music. The guys all clapped and ate as she stood in the middle of the room. She had never considered herself a good dancer, but she started swaying to the music. About half way through the first song she realized the guys didn't care how good she danced. They hollered when she shook her ass. They clapped when she squeezed her breasts.

The second song was a faster rock beat, she twirled her head and spun around. She noticed Joe and Mike move the table out and bring in a wooden chair for the groom. Her excitement drove her to straddle his lap and pull his face to her chest. She reached back and undid the knot at her neck, letting the apron top fall free. 

He was blushing red as a tomato when she stood. The other guys were egging him on to lick her tits. She wished that he would listen to them, her nipples were aching and stiff. With a twirl she turned and shook her ass in his face. Joe watched her face while the guys urged the beleaguered groom to take her panties off. She gave Joe a little nod. He walked over and whispered to the groom. "Go ahead."

Not sure what the protocol was here, he listened to Joe and reached up, slowly sliding her panties down to her knees. He was quite surprised when she sat down in his lap and raised her feet up. One of the others across from them clapped and yelled, "More!" Laurey waved him over and pointed to the panties. He hushed and grinned as he pulled her panties free, then sniffed them. "Damn, she's wet." He announced to the room.

Laurey stood and danced around the groom. The man was right, her nerves had settled and she was more excited than ever showing off to these guys. She stopped behind the groom and slipped the knot on the back of the apron. The pink apron made a perfect hood when she draped it over his head. He was temporarily blinded while she slid her hand around his chest and down to his crotch. Joe and another man grabbed his arms while the rest shouted out directions. "Fuck Him!" and "Suck Him!" were the most common suggestions.

Laurey knelt at his feet and shivered while she unzipped his pants. A muffled protest, "But I'm getting married this weekend." was heard from under the pink apron hood. The room erupted in gales of laughter at this. His cock was no protesting at all, it was throbbing and stiff when it emerged from his boxers. Laurey dove onto it hungrily and started licking and sucking. The protests stopped and were replaced with moaning. 

Joe motioned to Mike, who brought out a small camera and set it up on the side of the room. With a press of a button on the TV remote all the guys were treated to a close up view of Laurey's mouth slurping up cock on the big screen. There was a roar of approval. 

Laurey looked up for a moment, licking along the dripping cock at her lips, wondering what had happened. She noticed the guys glancing from her to the TV and turned. "Oh My!" She gasped as she saw the image. She was more turned on than ever before watching herself. She gagged as she took his whole cock deep into her mouth, her left hand drifting down to slide 2 fingers between her wet labia.

Joe pulled the apron from his soon to be brother. "You're on candid camera." He joked. 

The groom rolled his eyes at the sensation of his cock being engulfed. He could barely focus on the screen, but he knew what he was looking at. Then he watched as Mike panned down to give the guys a view of 2 fingers disappearing inside this horny woman. "Where did you find her?" He asked Joe, not really expecting an answer.

"I ran into her at work a while back." Joe explained. "I schooled her in the virtues of getting fucked." He grinned and the guys laughed. Laurey shoved a 3rd finger in her and drove them as deep as she could. "You might want to try her tight little cunt on for size." Joe suggested.

Two guys grabbed her under the arms and lifted her. There was a loud slurping noise as her mouth left the grooms cock. Joe kept him pinned while the others set her down on his lap. Laurey felt fingers under her, guiding the wet swollen cock into her warm moist vagina. He was only average size, but the extra hands caused a nearly exponential rise in her excitement. The groom looked ecstatic and terrified at the same time, "What about a condom!?" He pleaded.

Joe laughed and looked up at the TV to see his cock completely buried in her pussy. "I think it is a little late for that." He patted his future brother hard on the back. "I guess she will just have to take her chances." He turned and shook his head at Mike, who lifted a bowl filled with condoms and dumped it into the small trash can by the door with a flourish. There was simultaneously a cheer from the crowd of guys and a shuddering moan from Laurey.

The groom's eyes widened as he felt the shudder in her pussy. It clamped down on him as she had her first orgasm. "Oh God!" He exclaimed trying to fight off the urge, but to no avail. A moment later he could feel his cock twitching deep within her, filling her with his thick load of cum.

The hands released them and there were several guys clapping. Laurey stood slowly, feeling the cream inside sliding down. She looked at the man to her left, he had helped lift her onto the groom. He smiled and stepped to the side to allow her passage to one of the free seats. She shook her head slightly and knelt in front of him. "I want to thank you properly." She told him as she reached up to unzip his pants.

His eyes looked to Joe, who nodded that it was ok with him. "You are quite welcome." He told her. The statement faded into a moan as his cock slid into her warm mouth. She slurped and drooled all over the thick shaft. He was not as long as the groom, but thicker. She didn't gag as she took him deep, but her jaw was stretched a bit.

Laurey twirled her tongue around the swollen shaft, her body was alive with sensation. She could feel the cum reaching the edges of her labia. Her fingers felt for the sticky cum as it dripped out, catching it and then drizzling it over the cock she was sucking. She grinned when she heard the unified gasp from the guys at this act of depravity. Her ass wiggled for the camera and her free hand rubbed the dripping cum all over her swollen lips.

Being soaked and excited, it wasn't long before she needed to be filled again. Laurey turned around and knelt on all fours, waving her ass at her new friend. He quickly sank his saliva slick cock into her pussy. "Damn you are a sloppy slut." He told her as he slid into her.

Laurey reveled in the attention. "Not as sloppy as I will be after everyone has a turn." She pointed out. The man who had helped hold her right arm was across from them, she locked her eyes on him and then looked to his crotch. He lit up like a kid at Christmas. His pants were off and his cock was bobbing in front of her face a moment later. She hummed as she licked up and down, two cocks at once, she loved the brazen sexiness of the scene as she felt and watched it.

Her body quivered with each touch, hands had begun to squeeze her ass and breasts as she worked on the cock in her mouth. The man behind her was pounding hard into her, he wouldn't last long at that pace. Luckily there were a few others to replace him. She groaned when she felt the warm wet feeling deep inside, accompanied by a grunt of satisfaction from behind her. She dropped the cock in her mouth and arched up with her eyes closed as she squeezed every last drop from the cock withdrawing from her pussy. 




Bachelor Party



When she opened her eyes there were two new cocks bobbing in front of her. She gripped one in her hand and licked up the other one. Behind her she felt the wet cock she had just stopped sucking slapping her ass. "Oh, Yes, Cock whip my ass." She teased.

He slid his cock into her dripping hole and pulled it out. Sliding it up between her ass cheeks, "You like that cum covered cock on your ass." He retorted. He proceeded to tease her, sliding deep in her and then slapping her ass with his dripping cock. Soon it was glistening and cum was dripping down between her cheeks to drizzle her swollen labia again.

Laurey was working furiously on the two cocks in her mouth, bobbing from one to the next and then back again. Each guy grabbing her head and holding her down on his cock for a count of 10 while the man behind her drove his cock deep at the same time. She screamed around one of them when she felt a finger slide in her ass. Her eyes watered and she gagged heavily on the cock she had driven down her throat.

"Damn!" the guys exclaimed. They backed out and let her gasp and recover. "Too much?" one of them asked.

"Hell no!" She answered and pulled both cocks together into her mouth. Her tongue slid around and between the cocks rubbing together in her mouth. Behind her a second finger was worked into her ass. She wiggled and rolled her hips around on the fingers. 

"You want more?" The man behind her asked. His cock replaced his fingers rubbing at the sphincter of her ass. He held still while she rolled her hips and pressed back. With a small pop his cock slid into her. She groaned on the cock in her mouth.

After a few strokes in her ass, her pussy was feeling neglected. She pulled the guy on her right down toward the floor. It didn't take long for him to figure out what was happening and she soon crawled over him. There was brief removal of the other men while she settled on his cock, grinding her hips onto him. Then the others returned to her ass and mouth.

Laurey felt so full and hungry at the same time. Below her someone had begun sucking on her breasts and there were more cocks shifting and moving inside her than she ever dreamed possible. Then the man in her ass started swelling, she knew that he would not last long. She sucked harder at the man in her mouth, hoping to feel the cum in her ass soon. She was not disappointed, he drove deep and stayed for several minutes.

When the first guy pulled out she looked up, "You want my ass now?" she asked. He shook his head and grabbed his cock, just as it started to squirt. Thick strands of semen splattered her mouth and chin. She sat up and was treated to a few more squirts coating her breasts. 

The guy from her ass had made his way around to see the mess on her chest. She reached up and pulled both the cocks over to lick them clean. She sucked and slurped all the cum from inside and out before letting them go. Then, recovering from her excitement she began squeezing and rocking on the man under her. He groaned and rocked up to meet her movements. At last he exploded with a huge load inside her. She could feel the cum squeezing out around his cock to run down her legs.

Joe came over and helped her up. "That was amazing." He told her as he led her to a seat. She looked around the room, everyone was softening as they sat and drank. Most were smiling and thanking her. She sat down and took the glass of water that mike offered her. "I think it is high time we got you drunken sots home." He announced.

Laurey rested in her seat while the guys filed out and car doors slammed. She drifted off a bit in the silence that followed. When she woke Mike was at the table collecting glasses and plates. "Oh you're back." She exclaimed.

Mike smiled. "Yes, just got back. You need a ride home?" he asked.

"No, I have a friend coming to get me at midnight." Laurey answered and then wondered what time it was. "What time is it?"

"11:30" he answered as he headed to the kitchen.

Joe returned with Mike. "Don't mind us, keep resting." Joe suggested. "We finished early since you wiped out all our guests." He laughed as he cleaned up. "Best damn fuck those guys have had in years."

She sat forward, still wearing only her shoes. "I didn't get to thank you for inviting me." She could feel the blood rising in her again. Why was she getting so worked up after all that? Then she looked at the bulge in Joe's pants and knew. He had the biggest cock she had ever seen and she wouldn't be satisfied until she had it in her too.

"Well aren't you just the horniest little slut." Joe looked toward the kitchen where Mike had returned. "What about Mike?" he asked.

She pulled the mask off and stood up, pressing herself against Joe. "He can join in if he wants to." She rubbed his cock. 

Joe laughed and unzipped. "I have an idea." He whispered in her ear.

Mike stood at the counter wiping it off after starting the dish washer. He heard Joe coming from the other room. "One last dish Mike." Joe yelled as he approached the kitchen.

"Damn, I just started it running." He walked around to shut off the washer. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Joe enter with Laurey wrapped in his arms. Her legs were around his waist, her arms around his shoulders and his huge cock was buried in her pussy. She was gasping with each step he took. "Damn!" he laughed. "That is a sexy dish!" he exclaimed.

"Well help me out then." Joe said. "She's too much for one guy." 

Mike dropped his pants in an instant and reached under to lift and squeeze her ass. His cock pressed against her slightly gaping anus. Laurey gasped as he slowly slid into her, he was thick and long as well. Now she felt truly full, with two monstrous cocks inside her. "Fuck Yes." She gasped as the men started to glide into a rhythm. She squirmed and moaned between the two strong men, pinned and helpless as they filled her. She screamed aloud when she finally had the big orgasm she had been looking for.

When her eyes focused again Joe looked at her and spoke to Mike. "Now she is ready for the pile driver." He said. Before she could ask what that was she felt both men pull back at the same time, lifting her up, then driving forward and letting her drop. She gasped as all the air was expelled from her chest and her eyes rolled with the depth and force of the two men inside her. They repeated this a dozen times before the both swelled and exploded within her. Cum filled her completely.

The phone rang in her coat pocket, luckily it was hanging right beside them. Joe handed it to Laurey while Mike slid free and helped to hold her up. "I'm fine." She said into the phone. "Yes, it is over, come get me." She clicked the phone off and stepped back, hearing Joe slide free of her stretched pussy with a loud slurping noise.

Julie arrived five minutes later and saw Joe helping Laurey to the car. She was still in the coat, but looked a little disheveled. "Thank you for helping her come over." Joe told Julie. He handed her a small bag and waved as she got into the car and drove off.

"How was it?" Julie asked, slightly worried.

"Amazing." Laurey said, sounding exhausted. "What's in the bag?"

Julie opened the bag at the next red light. She pulled out the apron and thong. "Your costume." She answered the earlier question, but then realized Laurey had drifted to sleep. She also found a CD in the bottom. "What is this?" She asked aloud. The writing across the top said 'Greg's Bachelor Party (A+)'.

After getting Laurey settled in bed she put the disk in her computer. There on the screen was a video of the whole evening. Julie looked over at her friend, "Oh my, you are a horny slut aren't you." She wondered what else Laurey might get into and turned off the lights to sleep.



Bachelor Party Banging



I was on my hands and knees in a living room I had never seen before this night. I could feel the sensation of a huge cock being inserted into my battered pussy. My sore cheek and throat muscles where being worked over by a strange cock I also had not seen before tonight.

Hold on, let us start from the beginning.

I was on my way to DV-8's nightclub in San Francisco to meet my friend Samantha. It was early about 7:00 pm. I parked and made my way to the club. We were planning to hit 5 or 6 more clubs that is why we started early. After a brief wait in the line I made my way to the bar in a small alcove just off the dance floor, on my way by a full bar I noticed about 4 or 5 business looking black men being really loud and making comments about the women in the area including me. From that distance I could hear faint chuckling comments about my tits and ass. Not so uncommon to me. Then I noticed a remark about my lips and instantly my mouth began to water. After all why else would I be here, since my husband always was working and never seemed to want to go out with me anymore. 

So sitting at the empty bar I ordered a drink. The bartender stated while staring at my cleavage "$8.50." I handed him a ten then I heard from close behind me "I got that!" sharply. The bartender then looked at the hundred hanging over my shoulder from the deeply voiced man behind me. My blood pumped for no reason, still unexplainable. 

The bartender snapped out of his daze from steering at my chest. "Sure" he said. He handed the ten back and grabbed the hundred. I turned and found one of the business looking men standing next to me. I smiled at his handsome smiling face. 

"Your welcome" he almost had to shout over the noise in the club before I could even thank him. 

"Thank you" I whispered causing him to lean close. 

He leaned closer where his lips almost touched my ear. "What are you doing here so early?" he asked. His breath tickled my ear lobe causing a tingling sensation down my spine.

I smiled to myself and half whispered into his ear "Waiting on a friend."

He then said "Damn, wish it was me."

I pulled away enough for him to see me shrug. I turned to my drink trying not to show how turned on I was and took a long deep gulp. 

The bartender returned with some change and a drink for my new friend. He grabbed the change and placed his drink next to mine on the bar. "Gregg by the way." He said. 

I smiled and said "Suzan." I extended my hand and Gregg moved closer.

Gregg stared into my eyes and pushed his lips toward mine. Electricity from his body coursed through my lips straight to my wetting pussy. I returned his advance in a way to let him know I was good with his lip lock. Mine tongue darted towards his lips. Gregg's tongue shot forward onto my lips. After a few seconds of tongue wrestling Gregg pulled away.

"Wow, I wanted to taste those lips when I saw you walk in." Gregg said smiling.

"Well that was all you wanted?" I asked batting my brown eyes at him. Gregg was a tall man atleast six one or six two. His dark features contrasted against his white teeth and white shirt. His face was clean-shaven and his head was shaved smooth. Clean.

"Smoke weed?" I asked boldly. After all I knew my charms had already taken a hold of Gregg.

He nodded "Lets go to my car." He said.

Gregg led me by his friends towards the exit. I followed softly since we had just left our drinks at the bar. Damn it was only like 7:20 pm and I was already heading to a strangers car. Shit, another typical weekend I thought to myself mistakenly, fucking some married asshole in his car. 

Gregg's friends stared at us with straws falling from their open mouths as we headed toward the eventual fuck. I followed Gregg through the door into the dimly lit streets as the street lights flickered awake. The sun was going down but it was still unseasonably warm. We made our way along the almost totally empty sidewalk. Gregg walked slightly in front of me, his tight ass flexing in stride with his long strides. Being just over 5" 10' I was able to keep up with only a slightly faster than normal jaunt. 

We weaved through the parking lot until we came upon a white Taurus. To be honest this was not the car I had in mind my new friend. Gregg unlocked the passenger side and I hoped in. 

"I have a joint right here." I said as I pulled out a pre-rolled joint. 

Gregg stared at me and held his large hand out toward me. I handed him the joint and sat back and dug through my purse for a lighter. 

Gregg produced a lighter from his jacket pocket and lit the weed I had wrapped up in a nice little package earlier. He took a deep drag, exhaled a cloud of smoke and handed me the joint. I took my puff ensuring my lips puckered nicely around the end and Gregg's slightly glossy stare saw the show.

Men can be so easy. I handed the joint back towards Gregg. Gregg snatched it and put it in the ashtray.

"Little bit of a light weight?" I asked.

"No, that is not the reason I came out to my car with you." Gregg stated.

"What is the reason?" I said trying to appear innocent. Shrugging my shoulders slightly to raise my C-cup breasts up for a better view.

"Well, Tommy my friend in the bar is getting married in a week and we are out celebrating the last one of us to get married." He answered while staring at my cleavage.

"So you are married?" I asked.

"Yes I am and by the looks of the ring you are wearing you are too." He smiled warmly.

"Yes I am, just got married about four months ago. My husband works a lot and couldn't make it out with me and my friend tonight." I told him.

"So what time does your husband expect you back?" He asked bluntly.

"Whenever I get home, I am 25, I can take care of myself." I answered while moving my back to the window that was up. The heat of the day still had not left the concrete jungle we lived it and it was causing me to get even hotter.

"So what are your plans tonight other than meeting your girlfriend? Want to go party with us at Tommy's, your friend can come too?" He added.

"Should I call my husband and ask him to come over with us?" I asked while biting my lower lip.

"I hope you don't. You would have more fun with me and my friends without him." He answered as his eyes stared into mine.

I shrugged "Ok, wanna finish that joint?" I asked.

"Not now maybe later. Perhaps we can get to know each other a little." He said. "You are one of the hottest women I have seen in a long time and I just got to taste those lips again."

I puckered and leaned closer. I felt Gregg's hand grab at my shoulder as he leaned in. My eyes closed and his lips brushed mine again. I once again felt the energy course through my body straight to my crotch. This guy was different than the other men I have picked up. He was not shy and definitely not intimidated by my easiness. I was going to have a good time. We kissed deeply. My hand fell to Gregg's lap from mine and he inhaled sharply but never broke our kiss. I felt his growing hard on through the material of his slacks. I then ran my finger nails up and down the shaft. Quickly his cock responded to my advance and grew in size.

Gregg pulled away and sat back in his seat. "Lets see those tits." Gregg said in a low voice.

I leaned back glancing out the windows to make sure no one was lurking in the darkening parking lot.

I unbuttoned my blouse and unsnapped the front between my breasts. Gregg stared with wreckless abandomn at the show. He eyes never leaving my hand. I slowly pushed the cups of my bra to the side allowing him full view of my brown nipples.

Gregg inhaled deeply "Those are really nice." He reached for then and squeezed my right breast. Expertly his forefinger and thumb found my nipple and gently twisted them. My erect nipples responded by sending shockwaves to my pussy. I shifted in my seat.

"Damn you are hot baby." He stated.

"What about you?" I asked.

"You want to see my tits!" He said half chuckling.

"Maybe later, how about your cock?" I said.

Instantly without answer his hands went to his belt, then his button and zipper. He pushed his slacks down to mid thigh with his boxers.

"There you go, think you want some of that?" He asked while watching my hand envelope his cock.

It grew in size to at least 10 inches in length but just thick enough to allow my fingers and thumb to encircle his cock. Gently I pulled up and pushed down a couple pumps. Gregg's eyes rolled back in his head as I leaned toward his crotch with my mouth wide to receive his manhood. 

Gregg's large hand found it's way to my shoulder gently pushing my head toward the base of his cock as I struggled a little to take all 10 inches. I am an expert cock-sucker and knew that as soon as my throat relaxed somewhat I could deep throat him. 

Slowly as I bobbed my head on his cock his hand made its way to the back of my head. He used the extra leverage to force his cock into my throat. He was slowly getting rougher. 

Then Gregg burst out with "There you go bitch, suck my cock."

I did with renewed passion as he spoke those words. He was acting like he never had gotten a blowjob before. Not by someone as experience as me anyways.

After about 5 minutes of his face pounding I felt his cock spasm in my mouth. Wads of cum filled my throat as he thrust forward. I swallowed quickly to avoid a mess on his car seat. Then I heard some noise outside of the car. I pulled my numb mouth from his cock and looked up at his smiling friends. 

"God damn that was a great blowjob. You have to give Tommy one of those." He said while pulling his pants up. 

"Where at I don't want to be just sucking cock in a parking lot." I said.

"Tommy get in the back we will head to your apartment. Meet you there Joe." Gregg said through the window, which was rolled down somewhat.

"Hell yeah." Tommy said. I just guessed his name was Tommy since he got in the back of the car. 

"What about your friend?" Gregg asked as he buckled his pants.

"Fuck her, she is always late." I answered sitting back in the seat.

The other two men had left to get in there car and looked to be in a hurry as they left the parking lot.

"Why don't your ride in the back with Tommy." Gregg said.

I shrugged and exited through the passenger door. Tommy pushed the seat up since Gregg's piece of shit only was a two door. I entered with my shirt still unbuttoned and sat next to Tommy.

"Get a look at those tits, man." Gregg said.

I looked at Tommy and he was staring at my tits with a hungry look in his eyes.

Tommy leaned towards me I thought he was going to kiss me but he pulled away as I leaned close.

"Damn, you just sucked his dick, I wouldn't kiss you for anything." He said.

I shrugged as he felt my breasts in a rough fashion.

"So are you just going feel me up." I said as I felt the car start to back away from the parking spot and drive towards the exit.

"Hell no." Tommy said as he unbuttoned his pants. "I want a blowjob too." 

Tommy produced a rigid cock about the same length as Gregg's. I could see in the passing light that his cock was much darker though. I leaned my head towards him. God I was in heaven. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. Tommy's hand quickly went to the back of my head forcing my face toward his stomach. I gagged a little and heard Tommy moan. 

"That bitch is good, huh bro?" Gregg said.

"Fuck yeah. What a slut. Glad you went and talked hit on her." Tommy said.

"Really it was easy." I heard Gregg say as my mouth was once again being abused.

I could feel the movement of the car accelerate as the hand on my back of my head forced my face toward the base of the cock I willing swallowed. I placed a hand on one of Tommy's knees and the other on his opposite hip to ensure my head wouldn't be forced so far down his pole keeping me from breathing. Tommy was way rougher than Gregg and before long he was thrusting his hips up forcing me to take more cock.

After a few minutes Tommy eased up on his forceful thrusts and allowed me to work on his cock.

I looked up at him and asked "Getting married, huh?"

He looked down at me and said "Yeah but you don't have to worry about that tonight. Keep sucking!"

I did. I grabbed the base of his cock and stroked it in unison with my lips pulled tightly around his thick rigid head. 

This guy had some stamina but I knew it would not be long before he was adding to Gregg's earlier cum deposit.

Suddenly Tommy's hands went to the back of my head again and his hips thrust up towards my face. He buried his cock deep in my throat and his cum erupted from deep in his groin. 

"Aargh, fuck!" Was all Tommy could manage.

I heard Gregg say "That bitch is good, we are almost there."

Tommy produced three good spasms of cum which caused some to leak down to the base of his cock from my overfilled mouth.

"Shit, that had to be the best blow job of my life." Tommy said while watching me softly kiss the head of his dick.

I sat back up just in time to see us pull into a trendy apartment complex. 

"Good I have to use your bathroom." I said to Tommy as we exited the car.

I heard two more car doors close nearby and knew the other guys had made it also.

I followed Tommy to his door as Gregg stopped and was talking with the other two guys. I am sure he was telling them about my lip service performed on the car ride and before.

Tommy opened the door and I followed him in. He pointed towards a nearby doorway while holding the door open for the rest of the men.

I went into his bathroom and noticed it was in decent shape. Not dirty but at the same time of overly anally clean. I immediately looked in the mirror and got some make up out of my purse. I reapplied the worn off lipstick and wiped some cum from my chin and applied more powder. Not bad for a rush job.

I could her Tommy and Gregg talking about me in his living room and decided it didn't matter what my make up actually looked like. I was pretty sure they weren't going to throw me out just yet.

I left the bathroom and walked the short distance to his living room. Tommy and Gregg were sitting on the couch and we smoking the joint I had produced earlier. The other two men were watching me with anticipation waiting for there chance at my talents. 

"Damn you are fine as shit." One of the men said. I never found out the other two men's names. 

"Thanks." I said heading towards Gregg who was passing the joint in my direction. 

I took a long drag and held my breath for a bit. I exhaled the dank smoke from my lungs and passed the joint two one of the men standing. He took a long drag and handed it to his friend. 

"Lets see the goods." Gregg stated while staring at my chest.

I smiled "So fast." I responded.

"Hell yeah." Tommy said while staring at me. The other two just stared at me with glassy looks in their eyes.

"Don't get shy now, bitch." One of the men said.

I pushed my blouse off my shoulders exposing my breasts still half housed in the bra which was still unclasp in the front. The straps from my bra easily fell from my shoulders. I stood there with nothing covering my tits and hooked a finger under the waste band of my thong while raising my skirt up. I pulled it free and felt some relief with the cool air hitting my moist pussy. Sucking cock always makes my pussy wet for some reason. 

"Ok, bitch, you are in for a good fucking." One of the men said. I think his name was Joe but still am not sure.

Tommy and Gregg stayed on the couch as the other two unbuckled their pants and pushed them to the floor.

"Time for some head." One of the men said.

I knelt in front of him as Gregg produced another joint. His cock was mostly erect but had the familiar taste of pre-cum on the head. My lips stretched to accommodate another black monster cock. I knew I would be sore for some time after tonight. His hands grabbed my pony-tail and pulled my head toward him.

"There you go, suck my cock, fuckin bitch." He stated though clenched teeth. I swallowed everything I could. 

I could feel the other guys hands on my tits then he stood behind me and rubbed his cock on my shoulder. My free left hand went to his cock and stroked it while I sucked his friend off in front of all these strangers. 

"Yeah bitch, that's right." I heard Tommy say in the background.

I began to alternate between these two big cocks. 

"Stand up. I have to get home and I want to fuck you first." The first man I began sucking said. 

I stood up and turned away from him. He hiked my skirt up around my waist and pushed me roughly in the middle of my back forcing me to bend over in front of him. His friend passed the joint to the man getting ready to fuck me and positioned himself in front of me. 

A cock was forced into my pussy until I could feel a large set of balls slap the back of my thighs. Stars exploded in my head sending my watering mouth onto the other man's cock willing thrust towards my face. I came quickly on the rock hard cock pounding my pussy. My muscles contracted and a low "MMMM" escaped around the black pole buried in my mouth. "Fuck yeah." Gregg said from his position in my black audience. "This is better than getting a stripper." Gregg added.

My knees started to get weak from the energy explosion of my orgasm. I pulled away from the two cocks that were taking advantage of my womanly charms.

"I have to kneel down." I said while kneeling.

The guy behind me said "Whatever, I am not done yet."

I got on my hands and knees and the guy I was sucking on knelt in front of me. I eagerly attacked his hard cock with my lips again. The other guy resumed his pussy punishment, which leads me to the beginning of my story.

My pussy was contracting in almost violet contractions. Waves of heat radiated from my body. Lights seemed to explode in my mind. But through all that I continued to suck on the huge cock forcefully thrust towards my throat repeatedly. The guy behind me slapped my ass a couple times.

"Oh yeah baby." I managed between thrusts.

"Shut up bitch." The guy fucking me said as he slapped my ass harder this time causing me to squeal slightly.

"Damn leave some for us, bro." I heard Tommy say. "It is my bachelor party."

"I gonna cum on this bitches ass." I heard from behind me. 

He pulled out of my already sore pussy and stroked his cock while I continued to suck the massive cock in my face. I felt the man behind me pull at my waistband of my skirt causing the metal hook clasped to break. He then threw my skirt to the side. Soon I felt the familiar warm puddle of semen in the small of my back along my spine. A final slap on my ass and the man behind me pulled away. I continued to suck on the black pole forcing its way down my throat. Soon my head was pulled forward. My senses seemed to stop working I couldn't hear anything. Blasts of cum filled my throat. The man held my head firmly for a few more seconds emptying his huge supply of cum into me. As he released his grip I pulled back allowing what air could reach my lungs around the wads of cum in my throat and mouth bring my senses back to normal.

"Damn, that bitch is good." I heard Tommy say. 

"I bet her husband wouldn't believe this." I heard Gregg add.

"Fuck, I got her cum all over my dick." The man behind me said.

"Go use my shower, then, fool." Tommy said back. 

He grumbled and grabbed his clothes he had shed during his fuck and headed to the bathroom which a minutes before I touched up my make up in. 

I remained on my hands and knees with my head down breathing in more of the precious air that I had been kept from getting earlier. Literally, this guy's cock had cut off all the air to my lungs. I could hear the ring of his belt being pulled tight around his waist over my head. 

I made my way to a standing position. I could feel the cooling cum on my back run over and drip off my ass. 




Bachelor Party Banging



"God damn, you are one fine ho." Gregg said staring at me. "Tommy has another bathroom down the hall you can get cleaned up in."

Tommy pointed down a dimly lit hallway while leering at my body. I turned amongst the laughing in the living room toward a door down the hallway. I entered Tommy's bathroom and grabbed at a stack of washcloths on a shelf on the way. 

My own pussy juice was running down the inside of my thighs as I peered into the mirror. My make up was a mess so I washed the rest off with the washcloth and wiped semi dry cum from my back and ass cheek. I heard the door open and close to the apartment. I left the bathroom naked but a little refreshed from the fog of getting fucked so hard earlier. I made my way back to the living room to get my purse. Tommy and Gregg where the only guys left.

Tommy said "the other guys had to get home to their wives. What about you?"

I glanced at a clock on the wall of the living room and half-asked "Damn it is only 9:30?"

"Yeah, what time do you have to be home?" Gregg asked staring at my body glassy eyed.

"I told you I am a old enough to go home when I want." I answered.

"Sounds like you want to play some more." Gregg said nudging Tommy's arm with his elbow. 

I grabbed my purse and headed back down the hall with a nod at the smiling men.

"Be right back." I said.

I returned a few minutes later after a touch up to find both men without shirts and unbuckling their pants.

"Crawl over here bitch." Tommy said. "I want some more head." 

I smiled and knelt down a few feet away and crawled toward him. My glossy red lipstick reapplied earlier wrapped around his large semi-erect cock. Soon it was at full length and Tommy's hands had my pony-tail twisted around his hand. Soon he was forcing my head down his shaft again once again cutting off the oxygen to my lungs. 

"Yeah bitch, suck my cock." Tommy said.

Tommy let go of the back of my head after a few more pumps and I pulled back to get some air. 

"Mine turn." I heard Gregg say.

I turned my head toward him and started to suck on his cock. Gregg standing in front of the couch fell back to a sitting position in the middle of the couch and pulled me toward him. The couch sat low so this forced my ass in the air a little. Tommy took this as and invitation to assault my pussy with his raging hard-on.

I felt Tommy force his cock into my pussy while Gregg kept his hand on the top of my head forcing his cock into my mouth. I sucked with flared passion as I felt the familiar signs of another huge orgasm building. 

"Relax you ass, bitch, damn your pussy is tight." Tommy said as his forceful thrusts kept feeding Gregg's cock down my throat. 

Suddenly Tommy stopped fucking me and I heard his voice from behind "You want some of this?"

"Hell yeah." Gregg answered smiling down at me.

The guys switched places. Gregg entered my pussy quickly and slapped my ass. Instantly my pussy started producing juice keeping his cock sliding into my pussy effortlessly. Tommy sat on the couch and offered his glistening black cock to my willing mouth. I could taste myself on his cock and I licked it clean. 

"Thata good ho." I heard Tommy say. "Suck my cock good."

I continued to allow these two strangers to basically use me for their pleasure since I was also getting it in return. Soon I was cumming on Gregg's cock while he continued to fuck the shit out of me. My ass cheeks were on fire from the brutal swats of his large hands and I could feel his heavy balls continue to slap my thighs. 

Tommy was close to cumming in my mouth again. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock toward my throat. Once again cum flooded my mouth while Tommy grunted in orgasmic delight. 

"God damn. This bitch likes to swallow cum." I heard Tommy say as my throat muscle pushed the goo down my throat. 

Gregg stopped his assault on my pussy and pulled out. "Get on the floor. I want to fuck this tits." He said.

I moved to the floor on my back. Gregg straddled my chest. I pushed my tits together around his cock. He thrust his cock forward bumping my chin with each thrust. Soon my mouth opened and allowed him to invade my mouth while he fucked my tits. 

"Yeah baby, my wife's tits aren't as big as yours, this feels good." Gregg said. 

Tommy pulled his underwear back on and went towards his bathroom. "Hurry up, I gotta get married in the morning." He said before closing the door to his bathroom.

This comment forced a small giggle from me and a chuckle from Gregg. 

"Yeah baby, you like this, you wanna cum in my mouth again?" I asked while smiling up at Gregg. 

I was happy for the break from having my pussy fucked. I was a little sore and didn't want to go home to my husband and have to make excuses for a few days why I couldn't have sex with him. These guys had larger cocks than my husband and had really shown no mercy fucking me. Can you blame them, after all I had to be the easiest piece of ass any of them ever had. 

"Suck on my cock some more, I am close." Gregg said through clenched teeth. 

I opened my mouth and allowed his cock to slide in. My tongue worked the bottom of his cock. Soon Gregg moved forward and forced more of his cock into my mouth. Cum shot from the head of his cock and hit the back of my mouth as I sucked his cock and stroked his balls with my nails. 

"Yeah, baby, suck it dry, bitch." Gregg said.

I continued to suck on his cock while it softened. Only when it was completely soft and Tommy opened the bathroom door did Gregg pull away. 

Tommy threw my clothes in my direction. "Get dressed, Gregg will drop you off back at the club."

Shit, I didn't even think about that. I had to get back to DV8s. I quickly put my cloths on while Gregg finished dressing. "Thanks, I really enjoyed tonight." I said through my sore mouth.

"Maybe we can do it again sometime." Gregg said as he buckled his pants.

"Maybe we will if I see you around again." I said.

"Let me get you number, I would definitely give you a call." Gregg said.

"Just get me back to my car and I will give it to you then." I answered.

We left Tommy's apartment and headed for Gregg's car. Tommy barely noticed me as I left. I glanced over my shoulder and he was cleaning up his living room. I made my way to Gregg's car. Once inside I used the mirror in his passenger side sunshade to reapply some make up. After all I couldn't go home to my waiting husband looking like I just got gangbanged. He would have suspected something since I was going to be home before midnight.