3 comments/ 50202 views/ 1 favorites Hen Night By: rachlou Lisa slowly sipped the brightly coloured cocktail as she stared morosely into the swirling fog that consumed her friends on the dance floor. The flashing strobe lights were giving her a migraine, as was the thumping music. It hadn't escaped her notice that she was meant to be having fun, but somehow, 'having fun' seemed an impossible proposition tonight. It wasn't as if she had wanted any of this but, as usual, Jenna hadn't listened to her. "I don't want a fuss," Lisa had insisted when Jenna had pushed her to make a decision about the hen night. "Oh come on – you're getting married!" Jenna said exasperatedly. "This is your final chance to let your hair down and have some no-strings fun!" Lisa couldn't help thinking that she had NEVER had no-strings fun in her life. Oh no. She had met safe and boring Brian when she was eighteen and they had been together ever since. How tame was that? "Ok," she had said in the face of increasing nagging from Jenna. "Maybe we can go out for a meal or something?" Jenna had grinned triumphantly. "Yeah, great idea," she had said in a deceptively sweet voice. "Just leave it to me – I'll organise everything. You won't have to worry about a thing." Famous last words... Well, they had gone out for a meal, but instead of the quiet restaurant in town Lisa had envisaged, they had ended up two hundred miles away in the clubbing capital of the North, booked into a swanky hotel for the night and with a hot pink limousine at their disposal. Lisa had had a heart attack when she saw the room rates. It was going to have to go on her credit card and she knew Brian would be furious at the unnecessary expenditure. She could almost hear him berating her frivolity and it made her feel quite sick at the thought of the confrontation that would surely come. Or maybe that was the chicken madras she had washed down with several glasses of cobra beer? "Having fun?" asked Jenna as she flung her curvaceous body down on the velvet banquette seat beside Lisa. "I guess," said Lisa, barely able to hear her own voice above the pounding base beat. "Well drink up 'cause we're moving on shortly." Lisa looked at her curiously, but Jenna merely smiled in a mysterious manner and refused to reveal the next stage of her dastardly plan. Lisa could only hope that it involved a blissfully silent hotel bedroom, followed by sleep, very, very soon. * * * A large neon outline of a naked woman, glowing obscenely above the entrance door, strongly suggested that the club the limousine had arrived at was not for the faint hearted. "Come on, girls," yelled Jenna enthusiastically, her short sparkly dress riding even higher up her tanned thighs now that she was extremely drunk. "Let's go party!" Lisa tried to hide in the semi darkness of the back seat, hoping that everybody would forget about her, but Sharon and Tammy dragged her out of the hot pink car on to the pavement anyway. "Here, it's about time you wore this," said Jenna in a slightly slurred voice. She rooted around in her handbag and eventually pulled a white bride's veil along with an L plate sign that she kindly pinned to Lisa's backside. "Ouch!" shrieked Lisa when the pin jabbed her, but Jenna just laughed and yanked her inside the club before she had a chance to protest any further. It felt like she was entering Hell. Dark red walls and black leather furniture complimented the subdued lighting perfectly. Everywhere she looked there were half naked women of every size and shape imaginable. Shadowy men sat in secluded booths while dancers gyrated around poles and on tables. It was like nothing Lisa could have imagined, even in her darkest fantasies. Not that she fantasised about women, she hastily reminded herself. Jenna, of course, was completely at home. She strode over to the bar and confidently ordered a round of drinks whilst exchanging a few words with a couple of the dancers who were standing nearby, apparently waiting for the invitation to entertain. "I used to work here," she explained to Lisa's astonishment. "What??" Jenna grinned. "I paid my way through college by dancing three nights a week in here - made a fucking fortune!" Now that she thought about it, Lisa realised she shouldn't be all that surprised. Ever since she had met Jenna, her friend had always pushed the boundaries of what was considered acceptable behaviour. Lisa knew that her own life was totally vanilla compared to Jenna's, but it had never bothered her. She did however sometimes wonder why Jenna was her friend since they were complete opposites. But opposites attract and in many ways they complimented each other perfectly. Lisa provided the steady grounding for Jenna's increasingly wild escapades and she was always there to pick up the pieces when it all went horribly wrong. Like the time Jenna's holiday fling from Spain turned up in their office reception with a bouquet of red roses. Lisa had been the one to go down and patiently explain to him that Jenna no longer worked there, and besides, she was married with five kids. Poor Raul had been devastated so Lisa had spent the next four hours mopping up his tears in the nearby Starbucks. Yes, Lisa was a true friend indeed. The girls took seats at a large table near the stage and Lisa cautiously sipped the evil looking drink Jenna had given her. It looked vile, tasted even worse, and more to the point, Lisa strongly suspected it was as potent as rocket fuel. "I really ought to ring Brian," she muttered, feeling guilty at the thought she had only spoken to him once since they had arrived. "Don't you dare," warned Jenna. "We're here to forget about men for one night." "Yeah, fucking men," interjected Sharon. Poor Sharon, thought Lisa sympathetically. Her husband had run off with the au pair three months ago and she was still bitter. Lisa looked around the club as the other women's conversation drifted away from men and on to fashion. She noticed that although there weren't so many women customers, there were still far more than she would have expected given the type of entertainment on offer. She couldn't fathom it out until she noticed a poster displayed prominently on the wall near one of the podiums. Apparently tonight was a special night. It was a night where women could have a go at podium dancing in return for cash prizes. Lisa could only hope that Jenna had no plans to shove her up on the stage – that would be the height of embarrassment and Brian would never forgive her. In fact Brian would probably have a total fit if he knew she was in this kind of establishment. He had gone to great lengths to try and stop her even coming on this hen night. It was only because Jenna threatened to end their friendship if she didn't come, that she had found the guts to stand up to him. He still hadn't talked to her for five days prior to her departure. * * * After three more of the evil cocktails, Lisa's head was buzzing with a strange sense of devilment. It was weird. She should have been drunker than a skunk by now, but although she was certainly drunk, she wasn't at the vomiting and blackout stage, which surprised her. Maybe the cocktails weren't as lethal as she had first surmised. Or maybe they had a secret ingredient in them. Not that she cared much now. For the first time all evening, Lisa was actually beginning to have fun. Two of Jenna's dancer friends had given their group a table dance and Lisa had surprised herself by enjoying the show a lot. The second girl, a lithe red head, had been a revelation. Lisa had never seen such an erotic display of athleticism. Flavia, or at least Lisa thought that was her name, had shown them all just how sensual the human body could be when it moved to music. By the time Flavia's dance was over, Lisa had found her body aroused to an unprecedented degree. Her nipples were like hard bullets and her pussy was distinctly damp. She honestly couldn't recall the last time Brian had had such an effect on her – if he ever had. Jenna had watched her with a cat like grin throughout the dance and when Flavia finally sashayed away wearing only her jewel encrusted g-string, she had turned to Lisa and whispered, "Did you like it?" "Erm, yeah, it was...interesting," Lisa had stuttered, her cheeks hot with embarrassment. She immediately downed the rest of her drink in an attempt to quell the riot of emotions flooding her mind. Whatever was in this drink, it was dangerous. * * * A man in a gruesome shiny blue jacket appeared on stage. He announced that any ladies, who wished to 'strut their stuff' in return for a chance at the cash prizes, should add their names to the list behind the bar. Whistles and cheers accompanied this announcement, and Lisa shrank back into her seat with mortification. As soon as he left the stage, Jenna jumped up and vanished in the direction of the bar. Lisa was struck with a sudden horrible premonition that her life was about to take a distinctly surreal turn. "Right, girls," Jenna announced with a gleeful grin upon her return, "We're all entered. So, how about another round of drinks for Dutch courage?" "Yeah, great plan," agreed Sharon enthusiastically as she drained the last of her vodka cocktail. "Jenna!" groaned Tammy," there is no way I'm getting up there!" She looked across the room in horror. "Don't be silly, it'll be a laugh. Besides, I'll go first, just to show you it's not that hard." "I'm off to the toilet," Lisa announced hurriedly. The gang watched with mixed expressions as she shot off across the club and dived through the glossy black door that said 'Ladies'. She sat for ages on a cracked porcelain seat, thinking of how best she could extricate herself from this mess. Her vague sense of arousal had faded now, leaving only a thumping headache in the wake of too much alcohol. Eventually she exited the cubicle and stood in front of the large mirror above the row of sinks. The veil Jenna had given her when they arrived was sitting askew in her dark hair and she stared at her reflection; the pale, miserable looking girl staring back at her was like a stranger. The door opened with a blast of music and Jenna appeared. "You feeling okay?" she asked quietly. Lisa burst into unexpected tears. "I don't know," she sobbed. "I don't know what I'm doing any more!" "Hey," said Jenna soothingly. "Are we talking about the dancing – or the marriage?" The same sad girl was still staring back at her when she looked in the mirror again. She was confused. Up until this evening, she had thought that marriage to Brian was what she wanted. Or at least, what was right for her. Now she didn't know what she wanted. It wasn't just the alcohol talking. It was everything. Watching the sexy girl dance had made her think about how Brian made her feel. It was awful to admit, but she had felt more in the twenty minutes Flavia had danced for them than in the whole of her relationship with Brian. It was hardly a good foundation for a marriage. It was dishonest to marry a man who did nothing for her sexually. Wasn't it? "Lisa, can I be honest with you?" Jenna leaned against the sinks and looked at Lisa carefully. "I guess," Lisa said with a sniff. "You usually are." She smiled faintly and Jenna grinned. "You've always been a brilliant friend to me," Jenna began. "You're always there for me, regardless of the awful things I've done. Remember Raul?" she said with a rueful expression. They both laughed. "I suppose what I'm trying to do is tell you something I should have said a long time ago." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I'm sorry, but there's no easy way of saying it - Brian is a fuck head and really you could do so much better." "Is that what you think?" Lisa was shocked. It had always been obvious that Brian and her best friend had never exactly hit it off, but Lisa hadn't realised that Jenna detested him quite so much. "Yep. The man's a worm." "But why have you never said anything before?" "I didn't want to hurt you, sweetie. You're my best friend and I love you." Jenna walked over and hugged Lisa. Despite her shock, Lisa felt her body relaxing against her friend's curves. Jenna was comforting and Lisa drew reassurance from her familiar perfume. The alcohol had left her brain foggy, but she still knew that what Jenna had said about Brian was the truth. Deep down, she supposed she had always known this. It was hardly surprising her friends and family always kept their distance. Brian was a self absorbed, egotistical, control freak. So why on earth had she stuck with him for so long? "Do you really think I deserve better?" asked Lisa hesitantly. Jenna released her. "Yes," she stated emphatically. "You're beautiful, sweet, and I love you to death. I've seen the way he talks to you and there have been times I felt like smacking him one." Lisa saw the anger in Jenna's eyes and felt a rush of pleasure at the thought of somebody caring enough to stand up to Brian on her behalf. "He wouldn't have liked that," Lisa giggled. The idea of Brian being floored by a 5'3" blonde was highly amusing. "The only reason I didn't was because knew it would hurt you in the process." She sighed. "But I saw how much you enjoyed it when Flavia danced earlier. You looked so alive! I've never seen you that way – not in all the time I've known you. That's when I knew that I couldn't let you marry that fucker. He'd smother you forever." Lisa was silent as she processed what Jenna was telling her. She felt Jenna's hand resting lightly on her arm, her fingers stroking the smooth skin, and she suddenly felt the same heat she had felt earlier, the slow, sensual heat that had crept through her veins when the sultry Flavia had danced so erotically. It frightened her. Immediately she took a step back, unsure what to make of this unexpected self revelation. It was something she didn't know how to deal with and she hoped that by putting space between them, it might disappear in the cold light of day. She was drunk. It could be the only explanation. Jenna was watching her intently when she finally raised her eyes nervously. "Ready to dance?" she asked with a mischievous smile. "No!" cried Lisa. Oh God! She had forgotten all about the dancing. "Then you can watch me," grinned Jenna. She took hold of Lisa's hand and pulled her back into the dark club where the music was already playing in anticipation of the competition. As they took their seats beside the other girls, Lisa saw a slim brunette dancing rather woodenly on the stage. Although she was fairly attractive, it was clear she had no sense of rhythm whatsoever. Several leering men sitting nearby were already making strident demands for her to "get your tits out, love!" By the time the bump and grind track finished, Lisa felt relieved that the brunette's ordeal was over. Not that she seemed phased by her experience. Teetering on shiny red stilettos, she meandered across the room in the direction of what appeared to be her boyfriend and she was laughing and grinning happily. No doubt he had enjoyed his girlfriend's show, even if the rest of the club hadn't. Jenna jumped up eagerly when her name was called. Lisa watched nervously as her friend whispered something to the DJ before walking confidently on to the stage. The lights went down and a slow, hypnotic track began to play from hidden speakers. Everyone was quiet as Jenna moved sensuously in time to the music. Unlike the previous dancer, Jenna possessed innate rhythm and grace. Her curvy, yet lithe body was born for dancing and it was apparent that, as she had already mentioned, she had indeed done this before. "Wow, she's really good!" marvelled Tammy from her seat beside Lisa. Lisa didn't reply. She couldn't. She was utterly hypnotised. The blue cocktail that some kind soul had brought for her during the interlude in the toilets, was sitting forgotten on the sticky table in front of her. Conversation between her friends faded into the background as the beat of the music, in conjunction with Jenna's dancing, left Lisa slowly drowning in a sea of arousal. Her cheeks burned hotly and her body was on fire. All thoughts of her fiancé, Brian, were obliterated in the wake of her realisation that he had never, ever made her feel this way - and it wasn't her fault as he had repeatedly told her. Finally she understood that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her. She wasn't frigid, as Brian had insinuated on many occasions. The way she felt as she watched Jenna gyrating and swaying, with her heavy breasts almost falling out from their cups, she knew for certain that she was capable of experiencing desire. At this pivotal moment in her life, she realised that she desired Jenna more than anything. Somehow she sensed that Jenna felt the same way; indeed, she now felt certain that Jenna had been trying to make her see this for a long time. Jenna held her gaze as she slowly gyrated around the chrome pole in the centre of the stage. Various men wolf whistled and made lewd comments, but most of the audience seemed as entranced as Lisa. With a slow, sexy smile, Jenna slipped her dress down to reveal her black, lace bra. The dress dropped to the floor in a pile of shimmering fabric and Lisa was drawn to the pale flesh of her breasts as they hung in a pendulous fashion within their lacy confines. The barest hint of rosy aureoles was visible above the lace and when Jenna deliberately slid her hands across her tits, Lisa sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly desperate to see what was hidden beneath. Subconsciously she rubbed her trembling thighs together, trying to relieve the insistent ache that throbbed between her legs. Her skin was burning and she could feel the moisture that trickled from her body, soaking her knickers with creamy arousal. The hot room shrank until it was only the two of them and Lisa felt herself slowly falling deeper and deeper into a seething cauldron of dark desire. The tempo of the music changed and the beat grew faster as both the song and the dance headed for a climax. Jenna upped her teasing and moved closer to the edge of the stage, allowing her audience to almost reach out and touch her exposed flesh. Oh how Lisa wanted to touch her. The urge was so strong that her knuckles were white from the force with which she gripped the side of her chair. With a lick of her lips, Jenna finally released the catch of her bra, and the garment fell to the floor. She cupped her own breasts and moved closer to the audience, shimmying her hips in a blatant sexual invitation. When the music abruptly ended, the audience clapped and cheered with enthusiasm while Jenna picked up her clothes, briefly blowing a kiss in Lisa's direction. * * * Lisa felt sick with anticipation as their hotel room closed shut with a sense of finality. Outside she heard Sharon's drunken laughter echoing down the corridor, muffled slightly by the plush carpet, but still loud enough to assure that they would have complaints the following morning. Jenna sauntered into the cavernous bathroom, kicking off her silver shoes as she went. Lisa was dimly aware of the sound of water flowing as she collapsed on top of one of the double beds, but she closed her eyes and tried to calm her tempestuous thoughts. Although a few of the other girls had danced, Lisa had managed to worm her way out of it. Despite the gentle teasing Lisa had subsequently endured, Jenna at least remained silent on the subject and hadn't tried to talk her into it. Instead, her friend took a seat beside Lisa and stayed uncharacteristically quiet for the next hour. The only time she moved was to collect her prize money from the club manager. It was more than enough to pay their bar tab – much to Lisa's relief. Hen Night So, it's my hen night. I am getting married in 3 days! I am so excited and couldn't wait. But tonight was about something else. The HEN NIGHT. The girls had arranged it all, but they wouldn't let me into the secret of what was planned. My soon to be husband was in the house, it was a Friday 6pm, the girls had arrived so I told him politely to fuck off and let us have our fun. I could see he was pissed about it, but I didn't care, I only planned to have one big hen night party. The girls then revealed what I was to wear. It was too slutty, but I had agreed. It was a short-tight bride outfit, but short skirted so much that you could practically see my pussy. My tits too were practically hanging out. I wore a white veil, with the usual 'L' plate too, white stockings and suspenders that only reached my thighs and to finish off big stiletto high heels that were white. I looked like a common tramp dressed all in white. Before we left for the taxi, I put on my make-up, a lot of blush for the cheeks for the whorish look, and bright red tart lipstick to finish off the agreed slutty look. I blew myself a kiss and we all walked out the door tottering on our high heels and looking like decked out sluts ready for anything. We arrived at a club and we were soon dancing getting all the male attention. I was soon drunk too, guys were lining up to buy me drinks. As I was dancing guys were touching my body, getting cheeky gropes and feels of my arse. I was loving it, and I was as wet as fuck. I decided right then I deserved one last fling before I got married, and tonight was got to be that night. Anyone would do, just a dirty quick fuck in the toilets to see me off. Me and the girls were totally pissed out of our heads, and some were starting to call it a night. I didn't want to leave and I was begging them to stay, I couldn't believe they wanted to leave me on my hen night, but it was late, about 2am. I refused to leave, and luckily for me some guys who I had danced with said they would look after me. I thought fuck it, why not, my hen night, i'll do what I want. My friends pleaded with me to go with them, but I refused. So, me and the boys, six in all went back to their place. We got a taxi. Once in the taxi the boys started fondling my tits, playing with my pussy and kissing me. The taxi driver kept getting an eyeful, he must have thought I was such a whore. But...on a girls hen night, you are allowed to be the whore just once! When I got to theirs, the suprise for me was that they also had another half dozen friends there. There was easily twelve guys all there, and once I was in their apartment, it soon got heated. One guy called out, "Who is the slut" to which my black one night fling replied, "she anyone's tonight". Once he said that, I knew what was coming. All of a sudden I was thrown onto the bed, here I was, dressed like a common slut in all bridal white short skirt dress, stockings and white high heel stilettos, as men started to jerk their cocks around the bed. Three jumped on the bed, opened my legs, stuck his cock right in my wet pussy, it felt so fucking good. Another one shoved his dirty cock in my lipsticked mouth, and another was fingering my ass. I felt like the cheapest whore, but I was loving it. Soon, the guy inside me shot his load, it felt so hot, and then, the cock in my mouth shot its load too. Hands were soon groping me everywhere, my tits roughly getting fondled by everyone. They were slapping my face with their cocks and calling me names such as 'whore', 'tart' 'fuck the cheap slag', but the more they called me slutty names, the hotter I was. I was a slut, and I was fucking loving it. I was passed around like a fuck-doll. Guy after guy came inside me, some in my pussy, some on my face whilst wanking off, one in my perfect hair, and some on my tits and mouth. I was covered in cum. All the time I just kept getting fucked, one after another. My make-up was totally smeared by this time, lipstick everywhere due to the cum and sucking cock after cock. I thought this must have added to what a total tart I looked. I must have been fucked by all 12 guys twice, all in all getting fucked 24 times easily. One black guy stuck his cock up my arse doggy style, another guy had his cock in my mouth, and a guy below me his cock in my pussy. As I was getting fucked, they took my mobile, and they called my husband to be and video called him, I tried to pull away from the cocks fucking me, but they forced me to stay. The guy with the camera said 'smile slut' as I could see my husband to be watching me get face fucked, pussy fucked and ass fucked at the same time. I could see how hurt he looked, but there was nothing I could do, just then I cum on the cock fucking me and the guy fucking my face splattered cum all my face. Here I was, husband to be on video camera with a face full of cum, and twelve guys fucking the shit out of me. They told me to blow my future husband a kiss, and the thought thrilled me, so I did, and I started yelling at him telling him he was pathetic and these were real men with cocks. "Hi honey, how do you like your slut bride getting fucked like a whore in my tarty wedding dress". He didn't reply, and so we all laughed at him. Eventually they finished with me. They told me to leave. As I left I sucked a few more off at the door, and then shot their cum on my face. I blew them all a kiss, tottered home on my high heels drunk, and passed out on the sofa. I never did get married, but my girlfriend suzie is having her own hen night next month, I will be sure to go!!!! Hen Night Blow Job Contest Editor's note: Story contains gay male content. If this does not interest you, please read no further. * Several years ago my best friend was getting married and I was invited on her hen weekend to Budapest. There were only five of us who could afford to go. The bride to be, three other girls and me, a single guy in my mid twenties. We had the standard hen party matching uniform. The girls had tried very hard and managed to convince me to wear similar to them. Black knee high boots, tiny gold hot pants and black t-shirts with the tour on, and our nicknames on the back. Topped off with a pink cowboy hat. I was wearing the same except for the boots. We all had no underwear on under the hotpants, my cock was very visible and girls looked great. I looked very camp. We all agreed what went on tour, stayed on tour. It was peak summer and we sat in various beer gardens, drinking cold beer after beer. A few bars later the girls were looking for men. We went into a well known bar that advertised a live sex show and watched the usual show for 50 euros each. We were all feeling hot and rather drunk. At the end of the show they announced that there would be some audience participation and asked for some men to volunteer to get oral sex. My best friend and her mates tried to get me volunteer, but I refused. The bar was full of guys, most on stag nights. They got about twenty guys to volunteer. The hosts that we had just watched perform their own sex show get them to line up on the small stage. They were all told to drop the trousers and display their cocks. The girls were screaming, I was in awe at how big some guys were. I could feel my cock dripping, pre-cum. One guy that had a soft penis was sent to sit back down. The hosts then quickly selected the 6 guys with the biggest cocks, and the 6 guys with the smallest. Everybody else was made to go back to sit down. The guys with the big cocks were were taken through a small door and disappeared. The other 6 guys remaining were made to sit down on chairs in front of the stage and told to rub their little dicks to the point of coming but not to come. The host announced their cocks were to small and they were rejects and deserved to be humiliated. The female host then asked for 3 girls to volunteer to perform some oral relief on the lucky six winners. The majority of people in the bar were all men, with our group of girls and a few other women. One of our group, the bridesmaid under a bit of pressure from the rest of us volunteered. Another girl in the bar also volunteered, she tied back her before even being getting on the stage and was rubbing her hands together. They needed one more girl, but nobody else would come forward. They then asked for any other volunteer, or they would have to cancel this part of the show. The girls in my group started to heckle me, and shout my name. Others in the bar joined in the chanting. The female host came over to me and heckled me as well. Feeling very aroused and excited by being forced into something together with being pretty drunk. I agreed, to the cheers of my group and laughter of the others in the bar. We stood on the stage area and waited further instruction. We were told that the six guys who had just left would stick their cocks through holes in the wall. The winner would be the one that sucked off their 2 men the fastest and drank a drink to wash it down. I felt sick and was shaking. Before today I had never even looked at another hard cock before, and I was now going to suck on two real cocks in a race in a seedy sex show joint. What is more I was wearing hotpants and I was going to do this in front of my best friend and her mates and about fifty odd other people and I was paying fifty euros for it. The first 3 cocks were put through the holes in the wall. The hole was about five inches wide. I froze and stared at the cock in front of me. It was rock hard and must have been 8 inches long. The head was swollen and purple. It was uncut and there was a big drop of pre-cum on the tip. I looked at the other girls in the race. The girl from my hen group wasted no time and made herself busy sucking on a similar size cock. She had one hand down her hotpants and was obviously playing with herself. The other girl was on my right and she seemed to be teasing the cock, moving it around her face with her hand, and licking it occasionally by flicking it with her tongue. She was wearing a denim knee length skirt, and she had her hand underneath it as well. I just froze and started to fell very sober. People were cheering, and I realised I had crossed over a line between fantasy and reality. My heart was thumping. I was on my knees with a big cock about a foot from my face. I stared at it for what seemed like ages but was probably only about thirty seconds. The female host then took hold of the cock and pushed the back of my head forward. I kept my mouth closed and pre-cum wiped across my face. She did the same again and I kept my mouth closed again. She shouted in my ear 'mouth open'. I could her my best friend shouting to suck him dry. The host pushed my head forward again, and I took this cock into my mouth. The host kept hold of my head, and kept pushing back and fore to get some rhythm going. She took her hand of my head and continued on my own. The guy was trying to thrust from behind the wall. I then grabbed it with my right hand and started to wank it. I was on my knees kneeling below a huge cock sticking through a glory hole. I had never had this perspective before and it all felt backwards and upside down. I had always looked downward to my own cock, and now I was below it. I could see trimmed pubic hair. I kept wanking and sucking. My cock was rock hard and felt very wet. I rubbed the outside of my hotpants to stroke my own cock. Before I knew what was happening I felt a ribbon of hot sperm go down my throat. The cock was twitching and I gagged and quickly pulled my mouth away, as more spunk shoot over my face and on my t-shirt. It fired about five or six shoots. It was salty. The male host moved towards me and pushed my head forward and my mouth back on to the penis. He ordered me to clean it up. I sucked as hard as I could and licked it like somebody that had not been fed for days. It started to go limp as I cleaned it dry. I felt very dirty but very turned on. I looked around while the next guy took his place at the hole. My friend was looked like she was just starting her second cock, as she was in changeover. The other girl in the denim skirt was really getting into it, she had her skirt up around her waist, little lace panties pulled to one side and was rubbing herself like there was no tomorrow. The female host was wanking one of the other guys in the chairs in front of the stage into a plastic funnel. It was mad the whole bar was charged with sex. The next guy pushed his dick through the hole. It was longer than the previous one, but not as thick. It was probably nine inches long and uncut, with lots of overgrown pubic hair. I peeled back the foreskin and it smelt fairly bad. Not having much time to waste, I placed half the tip in my mouth, and wanked it with my hand. The head was soft and the shaft was rock hard. I moved my lips around the end, only putting half the helmet in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, and rubbing the shaft very fast. I now had my hand inside my hotpants and was rubbing my cock between my finger and thumb. Before even thinking about it I had nearly all of this dirty cock in my mouth, and a few pubic hairs for good measure. Sucking as hard as I could. I was wanking this other cock so hard now . Again without little warning, just a few twitches and lots of thrusting and trying to fuck my head he shot. This time it all went in my mouth. The first shot fired down my throat. Then it felt like loads more filled my mouth. It tasted a lot better than the first, not as salty, and it was sweet. It actually tasted good. I had to swallow as my mouth seemed so full, and it dribbled down my chin. I was in ecstasy now, this guy and the one before him probably thought that some hot girl was blowing them off. I squeezed the cock hard and pulled it forward to get any last drops of semen into my mouth. I was not going to waste this man juice. I then stood up thinking I had won to find my friend had finished. I was told to get back down on my knees and clean the guy up. I did not need asking twice. I was on the edge of cumming myself. I kept rubbing my cock with finger and thumb and was in heaven as I came inside my hotpants. A cocktail glass was given to my friend to drink but she refused. She was retching and I guess that was a little to much. The other girl was still playing with her cock and fingering herself frantically. I was then pulled away from the clean up exercise, and the glass was given to me. It had about the same amount of semen of a double spirit measure. The 6 guys sitting in front of the stage had deposited their hot spunk in a funnel and a glass. The crowd was shouting to drink it. I tried to knock it straight back, but had to hold it upside down into my mouth to get it all out. After the initial drink it dripped slowly into my mouth and I licked inside the glass. I had won. I had just blown 2 guys and drank the spunk of another 6. I had spunk all down my t shirt and on my face. My own sperm was oozing out of my cock and through the thin hotpants, turning the gold material dark brown. I felt dirty and ashamed, but very pleased with myself as well I was given a cheap bottle of look a like champagne, as a prize, and each of us were given a girls tight t-shirt. The t-shirt was printed with 'RUDE GIRLZ CATCH EVERY DROP - I DID IN BUDAPEST'. It had a picture of a woman with spunk on her face. At least it was clean. I was made to put it on. I now felt completely humiliated. I went back to my group, looking very sheepish. My best friend kissed me on the lips and hugged me, she whispered in my ear that they always knew that I was gay, and it was about time I let my hair down and had some good hard cock. Little did they know I was not gay, not even bisexual. I have never had a gay experience again, but my be I could just be persuaded. Hen Night The tension between them was excruciating, but fortunately, the others were too drunk to notice anything amiss. Now that they were alone, Lisa was torn between hoping that something would happen, and terrified that if anything DID happen, her friendship with Jenna would be damaged forever. "How are you feeling?" Jenna's husky voice jolted Lisa from her introspection and her eyes opened with a start. "Oh, erm...tired I guess," she said. She yawned helplessly. "You're not mad with me, are you?" asked Jenna as she stripped off down to her underwear. Lisa tried not to stare at her friend's body. It was weird – she had seen Jenna unclothed before, but this was different. Now everything was coloured with a rosy sexual glow and Lisa found it difficult to remain detached from her strong physical reaction. "Why would I be mad?" she replied softly, focussing on a frayed section of the bed cover as Jenna unclipped her bra. "For telling you what I thought of dickhead." "No, I'm not mad," Lisa said with a sigh. "You're right about him, he IS a dickhead." What hurt the most was the way everyone else had seen this – except her apparently. How stupid did that make her feel? Without warning, she began to cry. Miserable fat tears rolled down her cheeks, leaving salty trails through the remains of her make-up. As she sobbed into the pillow, she felt the bed rock as Jenna dropped down to lie beside her. A comforting arm slipped around her waist and she was pulled tightly against her friend. It was enormously soothing to be hugged; Brian never held her unless he wanted sex. Even that hadn't been all that often of late. The tears dried up and Lisa felt her heart rate slowing down as she relaxed again. Jenna made her feel loved and cherished. It was a far cry from how Brian made her feel. "You're not stupid," Jenna whispered eventually as her had stroked Lisa's hair. "I know how much you want to have a family and settle down." That much was true. It was all she truly wanted if she was absolutely honest, but in the process of pursuing her dream, she had overlooked Brian's many faults. "I'll just have to wait for a while longer," Lisa said, her voice muffled by Jenna's hair. "And in the meantime, maybe you need to experience some other things life has to offer." Lisa felt Jenna's hand sweep slowly down her arm until it rested lightly on her waist. Although the air conditioning was on in the room, she suddenly felt unbearably hot and her skin tingled beneath Jenna's fingers as the tension between them grew. She allowed her head to drop back against the pillow to find Jenna watching her closely. "Like what?" she asked, not sure if she was ready for the answer. "Like this?" Jenna dropped down and touched her lips to Lisa's in a gentle kiss. For a moment Lisa froze in shock, her body rigid, but Jenna didn't pull away. Instead she increased the pressure and Lisa gradually succumbed to the desire that had been hovering in the background all evening. Their kiss finally ended and Lisa was stunned. This was how it should be, she thought in wonder. Loving and gentle; no rough hands forcing her to do something she hated. She had never known a kiss could be so sensual and passionate, yet full of love and affection too. "You're so beautiful," whispered Jenna softly as she stroked the curve of Lisa's back. Her pale eyes had deepened to an azure blue and for a moment Lisa almost imagined drowning in their depths. "I'm not really," she replied. "I'm just me." "That's why I love you." Jenna smiled. Lisa felt Jenna's hard nipples pressing into her own soft breasts and she couldn't help the sparks of arousal that continued to swirl deep inside her belly. As much as she was scared, she was also excited. The feeling that she was hovering on the brink of something totally amazing sent shivers of anticipation through her. Hesitantly Lisa moved her hand until it was resting on Jenna's hip. The tanned skin was soft and delicate, much like Lisa's own, and she itched to explore further. Jenna curved her back a little and tilted her breasts forward invitingly, but still Lisa hesitated. "Relax," said Jenna soothingly as she placed tiny butterfly kisses on Lisa's neck. "We're not doing anything wrong," she assured her. "I've never done anything like this before," admitted Lisa in a small voice. "Trust me," Jenna said as she began to move her lips across Lisa's collar bone. "I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with." It seemed easier to go with Jenna than fight her. Instead of looking for reasons to stop this madness, Lisa closed her eyes and fell back on the bed and submitted to Jenna's caresses. She felt nimble fingers undoing her shirt as lips kissed the skin that was slowly revealed. It felt so different to how Brian touched her. There was no rough pawing of her flesh, pain or clumsy fumbling. Jenna seemed to know instinctively what she needed. Her light shirt fell open to the side and Lisa felt soft breath tickling her breasts. A sudden panic assailed her and she tensed up immediately. When she opened her eyes, Jenna was watching her. Lisa felt her skin flush with heat at the thought of Jenna seeing her naked flesh. "You're beautiful," her friend told her softly, as if she had read her mind. "Brian's never said that," Lisa replied. "I thought we were in agreement that Brian's a fuck head." Jenna grinned and Lisa felt her nervousness melt away once again. Before Lisa had a chance to protest any further, Jenna had unfastened the front catch on her bra and pushed the lacy cups away. Lisa closed her eyes as Jenna began to touch her breasts, trailing light kisses across the sensitive skin until she reached her hard and swollen nipples. The first swirl of a moist tongue across her tips sent shockwaves through Lisa's body. She was instantly consumed with a scorching desire that ripped her apart. Any lingering doubts she may have had were vanquished in the heat of the moment. Feeling the need to give something back, Lisa reached out mindlessly until she encountered her friend's soft breasts. Empowered by Jenna's encouraging moans of approval, Lisa caressed the delicious orbs, revelling in the feel of her friend's warm skin. Jenna fell backwards with a low moan of pleasure when Lisa's lips found her nipples. The way Jenna was responding was incredibly arousing to Lisa; she was all too used to Brian taking his own pleasure while she passively accepted it. This was a mutual experience and one that was infinitely more satisfying. She tasted of strawberries and Lisa was addicted. When Jenna pushed her away, she couldn't help the groan of frustration that passed her lips, but her mind was soon erased when fingers slid slyly between her thighs and began to rub her through the gauze of her knickers. For once Lisa was glad she had taken the trouble to wear some nice underwear. Normally she didn't pay attention to what she wore as Brian never noticed. But a few days before the hen night, she had splashed out on matching lingerie from La Senza. The red french-knickers and matching bra had been an impulse buy and although they had cost loads, Lisa was happy she had spent the money. Lisa shifted restlessly as Jenna increased the pressure between her thighs. Heat spread outwards and she knew she was wetter than she had ever been. It was impossible to stay still and she writhed against Jenna's hand. "Feel good?" Jenna asked huskily, her breath tickling the skin of Lisa's throat. "Mmm," replied Lisa, unable to formulate a coherent sentence. She didn't want this to end. Alcohol still buzzed through her veins, but that wasn't why she was here, with Jenna. She was here because she wanted to be; she knew this now. Their legs entwined and the sweet scent or arousal was heavy in the air of the quiet room. Lisa was losing herself, fast, but she was unable to pull away. Her emotions were wrapped up in the delirious sensations she was experiencing, raw and primal. Deft fingers played Lisa's body like a concert pianist and she was catapulted towards the edge of reason. When the first spasms of pleasure hit, she cried out helplessly, her eyes closed tightly as stars exploded and her whole body exploded with the power of her orgasm. Jenna held her tightly, her fingers still deep inside Lisa's clenching body. Lisa felt lips kissing her and she smiled even as she began to weep quietly. "Don't cry," whispered Jenna softly. "I can't help it!" Lisa sobbed as her orgasm faded away finally. "I never felt like this before." Jenna hugged her again and Lisa felt peace settle over her like a warm blanket. After a while, Jenna moved and removed the last of Lisa's clothes before climbing under the covers with her. Something caught her eye and she reached out and grabbed it. "You won't be needing this anymore!" she grinned, holding up the L plate that she had pinned on Lisa's backside earlier that evening. Lisa giggled. "No," she replied. Then she wrapped her body around Jenna's and closed her eyes. * * * Brian stared in silence at the diamond ring Lisa had just dropped on the pine table. For a moment Lisa thought he wasn't going to say anything, but then he looked at her, his face distorted with anger. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at?" he snapped. "I've forked out a bloody fortune for this wedding and now you say you're calling it off?" She nodded mutely. It was only the knowledge that Jenna was waiting for her outside that had given her the courage to face him. "But...why?" For the first time in their relationship, Lisa felt pity for him. "I don't love you, Brian," she said quietly. "I didn't mean to hurt you and I'm sorry, but I've decided to move in with Jenna for a while." She looked away guiltily. Whilst she and Jenna were together now in every sense of the word, she knew Brian would never forgive her, so she hoped it would be a long time before he found out the truth. "That bitch," Brian growled. "I knew this was her doing – she never liked me." "No you arsehole, I didn't!" Jenna said from the kitchen doorway. Lisa turned in surprise. "Thought you might need a hand with your stuff," Jenna said with a grin, ignoring Brian's poisonous stares. She grabbed the holdall bag that was sitting beside the table. "Come on, sweetie, let's go." Lisa cast one final glance around the kitchen she had spent all too many hours in cooking meals for one, and walked away for the final time. Brian looked defeated as she left him. It was strange, she thought, now that it was over, she wondered why it had taken her so long to realise he wasn't the one for her. Then she turned back to Jenna and felt the familiar warmth seep through her body. "Thank you," she said as they sat in Jenna's car. "My pleasure," Jenna replied before leaning across the seats and kissing her lingeringly. From the living room window Brian was watching them, his face apoplectic with fury, but Lisa no longer cared. He was her past – and Jenna was the future. That was all that mattered.