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Bachelorette

By: penguindance



Anya…

I still can't believe I did it. How they talked me into it I'm not sure, but somehow my girlfriends got me in that ring, and the next thing I knew they were tying on the boxing gloves. It was my bachelorette party, only three days before I was supposed to marry my high school sweetheart, Danny.

I wasn't dressed for boxing, that was for sure, and I remember that being one of my arguments. But they didn't care, so there I was, in my feminine pink and cream floral dress and brown leather sandals. They didn't even let me take my jewelry off, so I was wearing my silver locket, dangly silver earrings and the dainty silver anklet that had been a gift from my mother. I love that anklet, it draws attention to the butterfly tattoo on the inside of my right ankle that most people don't usually notice.

Luckily I did have my hair pulled back though, in a braid that hung down to the middle of my back. My blonde hair was wrapped carefully in colorful elastics every few inches, so at least it stayed out of the way.

As soon as I saw the girl on the opposite side of the ring I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. She definitely looked more like the type to do this kind of thing than I am!

Her name was Mica, and she was a petite little thing, probably not any bigger than my 105 pounds, and about my height, 5'3" or so. She was pretty, with deeply tanned skin and short jet black hair that sparkled when she moved in the light with the same glitter that covered her chest and arms.

She was dressed in a black tube top and short little black skirt, with black heels that easily put a couple of extra inches on her. Her make-up was thick and dark, very much in contrast to my simple pink lipstick and blush. She just looked the part of the kind of girl who would do something like this, and that made me want to beat her at her own game.

I smiled at my friends as the referee finished tying on my gloves and explained the rules. I was only half listening as he explained there would be three rounds, with the loser of each round losing a piece of clothing at the end. I thought of my pink lacy bra and thong underwear underneath my dress and half hoped I would get to show it off a little. It was new, and awfully pretty...

Mica…

Right away when my boyfriend heard that there was going to be a boxing match at the nightclub, he started telling me how sexy he thought it would be to watch me fight. I didn't want to at first, but he convinced me that it would be fun. I wanted to see the look on my man's face as I pummeled that pretty little kindergarten teacher or what ever she was, with her perfect blonde hair and huge blue eyes. She got up from a table of six or eight girls, each one as perfect as the next. I think it was her bachelorette party, or at least that's what I heard someone say. It would definitely be fun to humiliate her a little bit right before her wedding day.

As the ref explained the rules to me, I looked over my boyfriend and grinned. If I was going to do this, I was going to give him a show he wouldn't soon forget.

The bell sounded the start of the first round, but Anya hung back a little, like she wasn't sure what she should do. I took the opportunity to move toward her quickly and throw the first punch, my oversized glove connecting with her right cheek in a blow that shocked her a bit.

The crowd roared and cheered me on as I came at her again and she fell back against the ropes. I couldn't believe she wasn't even trying to fight back or get out of the way, but my adrenaline was really starting to pump and I couldn't wait to hit her again. She stepped out of the way when I threw my third punch, though, and I was left to swing at nothing but the empty air.

Anya hit me hard in the back of the head and I flew forward a bit before I caught my balance again and spun around to face her. She was smiling now, doing a little victory dance for her girlfriends and not really paying all of her attention to me, so I took the opportunity to knock her on her round little ass.

I heard my boyfriend yelling and the others all joining in as she pulled herself back to her feet and came at me again. I hit her again before she regained her composure, sending her reeling again. She managed to stay on her feet this time, though, and quickly came back after me. 

She threw a punch with her right glove and I immediately answered it with my left. We continued on that way for what seemed like forever until I hit her with a little more power and knocked her to the mat. She was struggling back to her feet when the bell rang, sounding the end of the first round. 

Everyone was screaming and yelling, the noise was deafening, but very exciting. The referee came into the ring and declared me the winner of the first round. He announced that the winner would be allowed to remove one article of clothing from the loser, so I strutted over to the side of the ring where Anya was standing, looking a little flustered, with her bangs plastered against her forehead and her chest heaving.

I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to the center of the ring, then dropped my gloves to the mat. I turned to look at my boyfriend, drooling from his front row seat, and positioned myself behind her so that he could watch me as I slowly removed her dress, one pain-staking button at a time. With each button, the crowd screamed, and when her dress fell to the mat, they roared.

Anya stood there in the middle of the ring in her frilly pink bra and matching thong underwear, looking more than a little embarrassed. She moved to cover herself, but the ref just picked up her dress and tossed it to her friends, then fastened my gloves and called for the beginning of round two.

Anya…

As the bell rang to sound the start of the second round, I resolved that I was not going to lose. Standing there in my lacy lingerie that no one but Danny had ever seen. I could feel the cool air against my ass, and my thongs rode up to expose more creamy white skin as I lunged forward to go after Mica.

She was clearly expecting more hesitation on my part, and I got the upper hand. Repeatedly my gloves connected with her head, first from the right, then from the left. A shot to her tight stomach sent her to the ropes, and another to the chest left her sprawled on the mat. 

I straddled her, lying there on the mat, and started punching her in the head. I knew the gloves padded my fists, but not enough that it didn't hurt. I was really getting to her, and I could tell. Her stomach was heaving, her skin warm against my thighs as I went after her. After a few moments she was lying there with her gloves up, not trying to fight back, but just trying to protect herself from my blows.

I heard my girlfriends screaming and cheering me on, and I laughed a little as I shifted my blows to her chest in order to avoid her blocks.

She let out a squeal and I realized that I was getting the best of her. The crowd roared and I kept punching and punching, half wondering why the referee wasn't stopping me or pulling me off of her.

When the bell rang I stood up and she just stayed there, lying on the mat and moaning a little. I spotted her boyfriend out of the corner of my eye and winked at him. As Mica stumbled to her feet, the referee came over and declared me the winner. I let out a squeal of glee as I walked over to her. I reached out and ripped her tube top from her body, leaving her C-cup breasts all but naked through her sheer bra. Dark nipples, hard with excitement, pressed against the material. Her breasts sparkled with the same glitter that covered much of the rest of her exposed skin, and heaved as she struggled to catch her breath.

Still holding her tube top, I strutted over to where her boyfriend stood. He stepped up so that he stood on the outer edge of the ring, a darkly tanned man, tall and very good-looking. He reached out so I could give him the top, but I leaned in and kissed him hard on the lips, drunk from all of the excitement. Then I pulled away and tossed him the top, turning quickly so he was left to watch me walk away. The crowd screamed and cheered, and I could see the fire in Mica's eyes.

The bell rang again, and the adrenaline rushed through my body. I rushed at her, gloves in front of me, and immediately started punching. I could tell she hadn't recovered from the last round, each blow seemed to shake her to the core. She was trembling a little as I punched her as hard as I could and she flew into the ropes.

The screaming voices that were cheering me on now included her boyfriend, I noticed with devilish delight. She bounced off the ropes and into my gloves again, and I shoved her down. She went flying across the mat face first, sliding on her stomach until she wound up in front of where her boyfriend was watching. Her skirt had flown up around her waist and I could see that she must tan in the nude, as there were no tan lines on her firm ass, barely covered by sheer panties that matched her bra.

Mica glared at her boyfriend as she pulled herself to her feet and turned again to face me. Once she had her back to him, he winked at me and started to yell and cheer again.

When she got over closer to where I was, I grabbed the edge of her skirt and ripped it from her body, leaving her standing before me in that sheer set of sexy under things. I could see that she waxed her pussy, leaving a small triangle of dark hair in the front, pointing between her legs invitingly.

I couldn't wait to humiliate her completely, stepping out of that ring to rejoin my friends and leaving her standing there, completely naked. I went after her again, fists flying, and knocked her to the ground. She struggled to her feet and came after me, but I stopped her with one glove and slugged her in the stomach. This time when she dropped, she didn't get back up, and the bell sounded the end of the round, and the end of the match.

I pulled off my gloves and tossed them over my shoulder, then sauntered over to stand above her. Reaching down with one hand and smiling, I asked her if she needed help up, and she took my hand. As soon as I had her to her feet she turned to look at her boyfriend, with her back to me, and I unhooked her bra.

Two glistening dark c-cups bounced from their holder and were left completely exposed. As I grabbed her panties at each hip and ripped them down, she let out a little cry. As I walked away, I heard her sobbing behind me.

When I got to the opposite end of the ring, near where my girlfriends were sitting, Mica's boyfriend came over to help me down. With one strong hand on each hip he lifted me to the ground. I smiled up at him and went to sit with my girlfriends, all of them gushing about what they had just seen me do. They couldn't believe it, it was so out of character. My maid of honor handed me my dress and I put it back on, pulling the rubber bands from my hair and letting it cascade over my shoulders.

"I can't believe how awesome you were!" one of my girlfriend said.

I laughed, all the while watching the tall, dark and handsome gentleman whose lips had been pressed to mine minutes before. Mica was still sobbing in the ring when he walked over to me and held one hand out to mine.

"Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?" he asked. I took his hand and went with him. My eyes still locked in his as we walked away, I yelled over my shoulder to my girlfriends that I would see them later. I could just imagine the look of shock they had on their faces as he opened the passenger door of his black convertible for me and we sped away, leaving Mica with her humiliation.

That was one of the greatest nights of my life. Maybe some day I'll tell Danny about it...

Bachelorette



My name is Angela. I am 21 year's old, and today is my wedding day. Up until three days ago, I had had sexual intercourse with only one person, my fiancé Gerald.

I met Gerald when we were both in middle school, and even though he was two years older, we became friends. We became close quickly, which his family did not like. Even though I have done everything to be nice and keep out of their way when necessary, they still hate me. The fact that I'm black doesn't help. His sister Emily, who is one year older than I am, has been especially mean to me. She has gone from spreading rumors about me to trying to have me beaten up. She stole my clothes from gym class once, and I had to stay in the locker room in a towel until the gym teacher finally found me. Through all this I've still tried to be nice to her.

Gerald, on the other hand, is the most wonderful person you would want to meet. I hate to see how hurt he gets because of the things his family does. Despite their objections, we have a great friendship, and after my parents died in a car accident when I was in high school, he became my world. We have always "dated" off and on and I didn't care that he was never exclusive. When he went away to university, I was heartbroken and lonely. I knew being close to him was all I wanted. During my senior year in high school, he came back to celebrate my eighteenth birthday with me. He took my cherry that night. A year after I arrived at the university, he proposed to me. Of course, I said "Yes." 

Three days ago........................

It's three days before my wedding, and Gerald and I are getting ready to go out for dinner when his sister Emily calls our townhouse. It was a surprise because for the entire time we have lived together she has never called our townhouse, and since our engagement, she has never called him. I thought maybe she was going to tell him that she and the rest of the family would not attend the wedding. 

After he had spoken to her briefly, he hands me the phone. His sister was very pleasant and sounded halfway genuine when she apologized for being a "bitch" and said she wanted to make it up to me by throwing me a bachelorette party. I couldn't believe my ears. Gerald, who was listening, shook his head, but, I told her I would be happy to meet up with her. After the call ended, Gerald told me I should not have accepted, and I shouldn't trust her. I said, naively, that she could possibly be wanting to "be friends" and I should at least go. 

Later, at dinner, sipping our drinks, deciding what to order, I looked across the table into his beautiful green eyes, I told him I wanted to suck his cock. I was rubbing his dick under the table and when the waiter came we told him "We had changed our minds!" As soon as we were in the car, I was unzipping his pants. I pushed my hand into his boxers and was holding his cock. Then I undid my seatbelt and swallowed his cock head. When he stopped at the light he lowered the back of his seat to give me more room and I pulled his pants down and swallowed almost half of his cock. I clenched my lips around his shaft and started to suck hard, up and down his pole. He was groaning. I pushed my hand under his butt and inserted the tip of my finger in his hole while I squeezed his balls. I moved my lips to his cockhead, and then lowered them slowly swallowing even more of him. 

He said, "Don't move, a cop car is passing!" 

Soon afterwards he said that it had gone. I started to suck up and down his shaft again as fast as I could, rubbing and squeezing his balls at the same time. Before long his body stiffened as his juice squirted down my throat. The car stopped. 

When I lifted my head, the flashing lights of a police car were behind us and the police officer was already at our car trunk, there was no time to cover up! 

The officer looked into Gerald's window and smiled when he saw that his pants were pulled down. 

He said, "Drivers licence and registration, please." 

Gerald had to fumble through his pants for his licence; the officer chortled. I got his registration from his glove box for him. When the officer stood up to look at them, I could see an outline of his hardening cock. Another police car pulled in front of us. The officer asked me for ID; I told him I did not have any. 

Gerald said, "Officer, my fiancee and I were just coming from dinner at 'Francisco's'; you can call and check. I'm sorry if ..." 

The cop cut him off.

"So...you didn't just pick up your fiancee over on Second Street?" 

Before he could respond I grabbed Gerald's arm. He looked at me; he then looked back at the officer and said, "Fuck you". 

The officer smirked at Gerald and told us to get out of the car. The cop walked over to the other officer; they were laughing. The second officer then sat in his car. Gerald was still pulling his pants up when the first cop returned. He told Gerald to go to the back of the car and put his hands onto the trunk of the car. He did. The officer started to frisk him very slowly; he looked over to the other officer and then moved up very close to Gerald. He was slowly moving his hands down Gerald's chest; then he looked at me as he put his hand on the waist of Gerald's boxers and pushed it into his shorts. It looked like he was holding Gerald's cock. 

Gerald said, "Having fun?" 

The officer pulled himself even closer and said, "Yes." 

He breathed deeply on Gerald's neck and said, "Your fiancee loves your nice big cock, doesn't she?" 

Gerald just looked at me. We heard a door slam and the officer quickly pulled his hand out of Gerald's pants and continued to frisk him in the normal way.

The second cop came up.

"I spoke to the maitre d at Francisco's. He said they eat there all the time, they had one drink apiece". 

The first cop said to the second cop, "Well, I thought I smelled pot in the car. I'm going to search the woman now." 

The second officer smiled and said, "Let me know if you need any help." He winked. 

Gerald and I looked at each other as the cop came up behind me. When he pushed himself against me, I felt his hard cock rubbing against my back. He put his arms around me and cupped my breasts with his hands and squeezed them. I looked at Gerald and he just stared at me, with this funny look in his eyes. The cop rubbed and squeezed my breasts again, then slowly moved his hands to my waist. My blouse was loose over my skirt, and he put his hands under it; they were hot and sweaty, and felt up to my breasts again. He pushed my bra up over my breasts, and squeezed my now naked breasts. Gerald just watched. The cop unhooked my bra, and continued to rub my breast with one hand, while he moved the second hand to the slit at the side of my skirt. His hot breath was on my neck. He pushed his sweaty hand into my panties. Then I felt his knees bend as he moved himself in a better position behind me. When he straightened, my feet lifted off the ground and my upper body was on top of the car trunk. I felt his finger in my hole. His breathing was faster as he pushed two more fingers in me and lifted me higher onto the trunk of the car. An unexpected moan escaped my lips. 

He said, "Your bitch's pussy is so wet! She's loving this".

A call came over the radio and the other cop said, "Let's go man." 

He gave Gerald back his stuff. 

The first cop said, "I wish I could finish this." 

Gerald told him to, "Fuck off!" 

He had to leave, so he just smiled, went to his car and left. 

Gerald and I just sat back in our car and we drove to our townhouse. We didn't speak the rest of the ride. Before we were inside, we were kissing and tearing at each others' clothes. We were barely inside the door when he took my blouse off. I backed over to the couch undoing my skirt - him, his pants. He had already kicked his shoes off; he quickly pulled his pants and underwear off. My skirt was off. We fell on the couch together, kissing. I opened my legs as he expertly pulled the crotch of my panties to the side and pushed his cock into me in one move. We both groaned; he pushed his cock again even further into me. I gasped and grabbed his buttcheeks, digging my nails into them. Every stroke of his 8 inch cock went deep into my soaking pussy. He hammered at my pussy hard and fast. I screamed at every stroke. Without stopping, he lifted my left leg giving himself better access, burying his cock again, our pelvises colliding over and over. My body was shaking uncontrollably as I orgasmed. He stiffened and yelled as he came too. 

He lay on me, releasing my leg; we were both out of breath and soaked in sweat. We were kissing again. The cop was in my head. I wondered if he would have fucked me. If Gerald would've been forced to watch? 

"What are you thinking about?" Gerald asked. 

I said nothing. When he asked again, I told him I was thinking about that disgusting cop, with his fingers inside me. 

He asked me if I wasn't even a little turned on by what happened. 

I was turned on, even now, but I would never tell him that; what would he think of me? I told him, half sarcastically, that I was turned on, that I wanted them to take me to the back of the police car and have one fuck my ass while the second forced me to suck his cock. I told him he would have to watch me being forced to pleasure them. As I said the words, I felt my pussy juices start to build. I know I blushed! I hoped he thought I was joking. I looked at him and he had this weird look in his eyes again. He raised himself up and leaned on the opposite side of the couch - his cock was hard again. 

I sat up. I wanted his cock; I grabbed it and greedily licked it, sucking on the head. I kneeled on the couch and licked our love juices off his pole. He watched me clean him off, opening his legs to give me more of him to lick. Our smells and juices mixed together was intoxicating. I licked him clean. His cock glistened with my saliva. I climbed on. He grabbed my hips as I rode him. I was already cumming, but I rode his cock harder thinking about another man's big cock inside me. Thinking about Gerald watching as I fucked a stranger's cock brought on another intense orgasm. My pussy muscles constricted around his cock, as I screamed and grabbed his shoulders trying to hold on, my whole body shook uncontrollably.

We lay in each others arms again. Later he got up and ordered some food. 

While we waited, still undressed, he asked me, "What would you have done if that cop had started to fuck you?" 

I laughed. "Fuck him back, he was kinda cute". 

He positioned my face so he could look into my eyes. 

"Did you want that cop to fuck you?" 

I said, truthfully, "Yes". 

He looked sort of quizzically into my eyes, and then kissed me. We started rubbing on each other, getting hot again. 

The doorbell rang. I got up to go to the bedroom; he held my arm. 

"Don't leave". 

I lay back naked on the couch. Gerald slipped on his boxers. He opened the door fully; I could see the delivery guy. It was the son of the manager of the restaurant Gerald and I go to all the time. Gerald knows he has a little crush on me. Whenever we go to the restaurant, he makes sure he talks to us, and when I go alone he walks me to my car always telling me about his college girlfriends. He could see all of me, he looked frozen, but with a smile. I stood up and casually walked over to the get some beers from the refrigerator. As I walked back to the living room, he was still looking at me. Gerald thanked him and closed the door. When Gerald turned around, I don't know why I blushed. 

We ate, drank, fucked a couple more times, and then went to bed.

Two days ago..........

My day started as usual. I got up, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and went for a jog. After I got back I showered, breakfasted, then, onto a multitude of wedding stuff. But it worked out that almost everything was done and I only had a few last minute details to take care of. At about 12:00 noon when my errands were done, I went back to the townhouse to get ready for the "bachelorette party."

I left the townhouse around three and went to the hotel to meet Emily. When I arrived at her room the door was open and when Emily saw me she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, saying that she was glad I had come, how nice I looked, and thanked me again for coming early so we could talk before everyone arrived. I noticed there was a camcorder next to the television, and it looked like it was running. I asked her if she was going to tape our together time. She laughed, but didn't turn it off. She poured us both a glass of wine. 

We sat and talked for a while. She apologized again for being a bitch and told me she looked forward to our relationship changing forever. I smiled and went along with her. She got us a second glass of wine and when we finished I got up to get a third. When I stood, I felt a little woozy, but, it felt good. When I sat back with her, I noticed how pretty she was. I never really thought about how much she looked like her brother. She was as beautiful as he was handsome. I put my glass down and I don't know why I did it but I bent over and kissed her on the lips. She didn't seem surprised. I felt hot, my breasts were aching and my pussy was throbbing, needing to be filled. I bent toward her again, and she put her glass down as I started kissing her again, pushing my whole body onto her. She leaned back as I began to kiss her harder, pushing our breasts together, feeling her respond. 

The doorbell of the hotel room rang and we separated. She quickly brushed herself down and went to the door. I looked over to see who it was, but instead of a woman, it was a very handsome man. He smiled lasciviously at me as he walked into the room. They both went over to the television and she whispered something to him. He looked at me and shook his head, smiling even more. He was very handsome. 

The room doorbell rang again, and Emily grabbed her bag and started to head toward it. I got up to follow her. As she walked out, two more men walked in. They were also very handsome. I tried to walk past them, but they each grabbed an arm and pulled me back into the room. I should have been screaming but their hands were so big, so hot - I liked being manhandled. I liked how their strong hands felt on my bare arms. 

I heard more voices, as the first guy came over to me and kissed me hard on the lips. I felt someone else kissing my neck, and squeezing my breasts from behind. I felt my dress being pulled up as another was undoing my zipper. My dress was pulled over my head as kisses were placed on my stomach and back. My underwear was being pulled down - I stepped out of them. The first guy's shirt was now off as he ripped my bra from my breasts and pulled my naked body against his; he was kissing me again. 

He pushed me backwards toward the bed; I heard more new voices! I laid back onto another naked body. The first guy pulled me back up; I encircled his waist with my legs. He lowered us both to the bed and I felt the head of a dick at my asshole. My left leg was pulled up as the hard cock was pushed into my asshole. I screamed with pain. I was pushed back again as the first guy aligned his cock up to my cunt and pushed. I have never experienced this in my life. I screamed for him to fuck me. 

He said, "I'm gonna fuck you hard, baby," and started to pump his cock inside of me.

There were cocks in my face. I started sucking them. There were voices all around me....

Yesterday......

...something's ringing...a phone? Where am I?Oh yeah, hotel room....I remember! I ache everywhere. My pussy...asshole, mouth... what happened, where are my clothes? FUCK!omigod! I can't believe what happened. I looked down on myself - I was bruised everywhere, dried cum on me. 

I started crying, picking up whatever I could find, and put them in the hotel laundry bag. My bra was in two pieces on the floor. There were condoms everywhere. I could barely find my clothes and shoes with all the tears in my eyes. I finally got dressed, and started to look around the room to make sure I didn't forget anything and that's when I saw the camcorder. It had a message pasted to it. "PUSH PLAY." I closed my eyes briefly, shook my head and pushed the button. 

It started with a close-up, my leg up, a naked man fucking my pussy hard, another cock in my asshole. The camera, moves to my face, I'm taking turns sucking on two cocks on either side of my head, groaning in-between sucks and telling the first guy how good his cock feels. His was the only face I recognized. I turned off the tape. I couldn't watch anymore. I unhooked the camcorder, made sure I got the memory stick, cords etc., and then made a last sweep of the room. I was sure I got everything, I didn't leave anything in the trash, I took it all and left. I found the hotel stairwell and hoped it took me outside, it did. I used my car remote to find my car, and then headed home. I was crying. It took me an extra half hour to get home.

After my cry, I showered twice, but it didn't rid me of this weird, otherworldly feeling I had. I couldn't make sense of it. I've already cried, now what? I tried calling Gerald, but he didn't pick up or wasn't around. I went into the guest room and looked at my wedding dress, too bad I won't get to wear it. At about 2pm, Gerald came home. When I saw him, I just ran to his arms and started crying again. He held me, and then took me over to the couch. He got me some water. 

"I've been calling your cell all morning. Emily called last night to say you were staying in the city. What's wrong?" 

I couldn't look at him, I went into the bedroom and brought out the camcorder, and handed it to him. First he looked at me, and then he went to the TV and hooked it up. He pushed play. I was sitting on the couch across the room from Gerald.

He watched as the first guy kissed me; how he pushed me back onto the awaiting cock; how he climbed onto me and started fucking me, and me telling him to fuck me harder. I just balled myself up on the couch. I couldn't look at him. Gerald had this surprised look on his face, and then he went over and stopped the recording. 

He came over to me and said, "Get dressed, we're going for a ride." 

I wasn't sure if I heard him correctly, I said, "We should talk, I understand if you don't want to marry me." 

He told me again to get dressed. 

I waited in the bedroom until he called me. When I came out, his family's limousine was waiting outside.

"Where are we going? I don't want to see Emily!" 

He smiled at me, "Don't worry, we won't see her again if I can help it". 

I barely said hi to Rod, the limo driver, as he held the door for me. Rod is 6' 1" with almost jet black skin, incredibly handsome. He doesn't usually speak, unless absolutely necessary. Rod started to work for Gerald's family when he was 18; Gerald and I were still in junior high. Gerald says he is more like a brother to him, more like family than his sister has ever been. I know Gerald trusts him implicitly. In the limo, Rod had put together a basket of food for us. I had a couple of glasses of champagne, I didn't feel like eating, plus I was worried that I didn't know where Gerald was taking me. 

The limo stopped. When I got out, we were at a cliff, overlooking the city, very secluded. Gerald and I looked over at the skyline as Rod set up the picnic. We only had some champagne, so Rod put the food away. We sat on the blanket, and Gerald started to kiss my neck. I lay down as he rubbed his hand all over me, squeezing and massaging my breasts. When he started to undress me, I let him. I was going to let him do whatever he wanted. After what I had done, how could I stop him? Rod was watching us, and soon I was completely naked as Gerald continued kissing me and was pushing his fingers inside my pussy. I couldn't believe how wet I was. I closed my eyes and when I reopened them, Rod was standing over us. He was completely naked, rubbing his cock. 




Bachelorette



His cock was long and THICK, I have never seen one so big. 

Gerald said, "Suck it!" 

I looked at him and then moved to Rod. Kneeling, I took his enormous cock in my hands and licked the head. I could barely put it in my mouth. Gerald was whispering to me how he had told Rod how much I liked sucking cock and how Rod has wanted to fuck me for a long time. I had about 3 inches of his cock in my mouth now; he was groaning. I started licking his full length, he knelt down and I was able to put more in my mouth (although not much). 

Gerald said, "You want him to fuck you?" 

I said, "Yes". 

Rod pushed me back onto the blanket and roughly pulled my legs apart; he positioned himself between my legs; with one hand he rubbed my swollen clit, with the other he held his cockhead at my hole and rubbed it up and down my slit, moistening his tool with my juice. I felt pain as his massive tool bore into me. He moved slowly, giving me time to adjust. My vision blurred as more of him filled me. He kissed my cheek and I screamed as he rammed the full length of his organ inside of me. I closed my eyes as tears rolled down my face. He pulled back, breathing heavily. I looked up at him, he was looking at Gerald, smiling. He looked at me and thrust his length in again and again and again, while holding me still with his muscular arms. I screamed over and over until there was no more pain, just pleasure. I held onto him, now riding every stroke he delivered. 

He pulled my face to his and pressed my lips hard against his, just as he rammed his cock deeper into me. I moaned and screamed into his mouth. He slammed into me hard and deep and held it there for a while. He kept pushing harder and harder against me. I wanted to scream loudly but his mouth still covered mine. 

After what seemed like forever he started pulling out, right to the point of his cockhead slipping out; he rammed it back in fast and hard. I couldn't take it, I was cumming. My whole body was cumming. He just held me tight, muffling my screams, while he hammered himself into me. I could feel his balls slapping my ass cheeks every time he slammed into me, my body wouldn't stop shaking. He yelled as he shot a big hot load deep inside my pussy. He held me tight again, both of us trying to catch our breaths, both of us still shaking uncontrollably. He kissed me again as he pulled himself out slowly. He rolled off me as we both lay breathing heavily beside each other.

I could barely move. Rod got up and walked to the car. Gerald lay beside me and was rubbing my stomach. Kissing me tenderly on my forehead. Gerald wrapped the blanket around me and lifted me up. He placed me in the back seat of the car. 

I watched through the window as Rod got dressed outside. They were talking to each other; then Rod made a phone call. When Gerald sat in the car, I put my head on his lap; he was gently stroking my arm. He just looked at me for awhile, smiling. After a lengthy period of silence, he told me he loved me. That was all I wanted to hear, I could rest now. 

As I dozed off he was saying, "We are truly made for each other, I knew you would realize why we chose each other. I'm glad it happened now. We have so much to experience together". 

I was so out of it. The cool air conditioning against my hot skin, the slight vibration from the car's engine and my sore and tired body made me soon fall asleep.

I woke up as Rod was lifting me out of the car. We were at Max and Linda's house. Max and Linda are Gerald's best friends. Over the years Linda and I have become very close; she is my maid of honour. 

I put my arms around Rod's neck as he took me inside. As he was carrying me up the stairs, I looked over his shoulder and saw Gerald give Max the camcorder. Rod took me to a guest room; he was very familiar with the house, and put me on the bed. He said he would draw me a bath. I lay there for a bit and then went to the bathroom. There were candles everywhere, it smelled heavenly. I lowered myself into the tub and just let the warm (almost hot) water bathe over me, I was relishing the feeling of this silky water and bath oil on my body, slowly caressing myself with it. My hands moved to my very sore pussy. I was rubbing and fingering myself. I lay there thinking about the last two days - how I'd been fucked over and over by these strangers. How Rod's big cock had ripped me apart. What did Gerald mean when he said we are truly made for each other? What more are we going to experience together? I was rubbing my pussy harder, the oils in the water made my hand slide over my pussy lips, my swollen clit, it felt good. My fingers were deep inside my hole fucking me. All those men! I gasped and closed my legs around my hand, thrashing in the water. I wasn't satisfied. I needed to be fucked again.

I finally got out of the tub, and went back into the bedroom. A beautiful kimono was laid out on the bed. It was very short, I knew it would just barely cover me. There wasn't any other clothing around, so I put it on. My 34C breasts were almost completely out, and my butt and pussy could clearly be seen by anyone if even they were standing in the same room with me. If I sat down, or they sat down, I might as well be naked. I wondered, not for very long, if I should go down stairs. I decided I would.

I heard talking as I descended the staircase. When I reached the foyer, Linda, Meg and Lila rushed to meet me. They were all in evening dresses and looked beautiful. I felt underdressed, to say the least. 

Linda said, "I've been asking Gerald to bring you to one of our parties, but he said you wouldn't want to come. Now here you are!" 

She kissed me, then again, longer. Meg and Lila both kissed me as well. 

"OK, OK, can I please have my future wife?" 

I looked over as Gerald came in, he was in a tux. He walked over to me and gave me a deep kiss, and then he undid the sash to my robe, exposing me even more. He held my hand and led me into the living room. Max and Rod were both in the living room, also dressed up. Max came over. 

"I hope you don't mind, you're the entertainment for the day." 

I think I blushed. 

We all sat down, and a waiter and waitress came in. Both were wearing aprons, and nothing else. They came over with hors d'oeuvre and champagne trays. I could tell her nipples were hard, his cock was definitely hard under the apron. Gerald introduced them as Jake and Jacqueline. He told me they were juniors at the university, and twins. They went to the other "guests". After they made their rounds Jackie went to the LCD TV and turned it on. Jake continued to place 

hors d'oeuvre and champagne trays throughout the room.

It started with the first guy kissing me; then this other guy, even more handsome, started kissing my neck, and squeezing my breasts from behind. A third guy started unzipping my dress while the second guy started lifting my dress up; then he grabbed my ass roughly. My dress was pulled over my head as they were kissing my stomach and back. My underwear was being pulled down; I stepped out of them. The first guy's shirt was now off as he ripped my bra away and pulled my naked body to his.

I said, "Fuck me!"

He smiled and started kissing me again. He pushed me backward toward the bed. As I heard more new voices! I lay back onto another naked body. The first guy pulled me back up as the head of a fat dick was at my asshole. My left leg was pulled up as the hard cock was pushed into my asshole. I screamed with pleasure. I was pushed back again as the first guy lined his cock up to my cunt and pushed. I screamed for him to fuck me.

He said "I'm gonna fuck you hard, baby," and started to pump his cock inside of me. He was groaning. The camera panned around the room, showing at least four other men, all undressing. The doorbell rang and about five more came in; they were yelling at each other, whooping and giving each other hi-fives. 

One said, "Looks like you got some hot pussy there Carlos." 

Carlos (the first guy) said, "Oh yeah, hot and tight." 

I told him to fuck me harder. He smiled and pushed my leg further back and increased his speed. I was cumming, screaming, my body shaking vigorously. The second guy was groaning more loudly in my ear as he was cumming too. He was holding me still, pushing his cock even further up my ass as he came. The camera zoomed in as his cock exploded in my ass.

Carlos started cumming as he stiffened on top of me; he was yelling he was cumming, then his cum started oozing out of my pussy. The camera looked as if someone new took it, Carlos moved aside, the two guys at my head pulled me off of the second guy. 

A new guy climbed on top of me. They yelled at him to wait; then he said, "If you want me to tape this, I need to fuck this pussy now." 

He pushed his cock into me and groaned, and then they said, "OK, turn her over so we can get her ass". 

I hugged him and we turned together. The "cameraman" pulled my legs to a kneeling position; and I sat up and started riding him. A couple of guys stood on the bed and fed me their cocks. I started cumming on cameraman's cock; he was cumming too. The two cocks were in my mouth again; I was still sitting on the cameraman, rocking with his cock still inside me, saying, "Fuck me again!"

This one guy said, "Put the mattress on the floor." 

As the mattress was pushed off the bed, everyone moved except cameraman and I. 

Another guy said, "Give me that ass!" 

I watched as they lifted me off cameraman, and as this other guy moved under me, pushing his cock in my ass. 

I said, "Mmmmmm, fuck my pussy too". 

There was laughing.

Another voice, "This chick is gonna wear us out. This is the best hundred bucks I've ever made." More laughing. 

Gerald was rubbing my pussy; I started rubbing his cock. I looked around the room; everyone was in some state of undress. Everyone was kissing, rubbing, fingering whoever was in reach. Rod was sitting with a goofy smile on his face while Linda and Meg were rubbing his cock and balls. They were kissing each other and him, in-between watching the movie. Lila was in garters only, sitting on Max's lap. Max was fully dressed, except his fully hard cock was out. Lila was rubbing his cock on her pussy. She was leant back against him, kissing him. Jake and Jacqueline came over and sat on the floor in front of us. They pushed my legs further apart and both started licking my pussy. Kissing each other in-between licks. I leaned on Gerald, giving them more room, they took turns nibbling and sucking my clit while they both finger fucked me at the same time. Linda was screaming, I looked over to see her bent over the arm of the chair, her dress bunched up at her waist, as Rod was fucking her mercilessly. Meg was finger fucking herself and rubbing her breasts.

Jacqueline was sucking on my clit and fucking my pussy with her finger. Jake was pulling my buttcheeks apart and pushing his tongue in my asshole. I was going crazy. 

Gerald was saying, "That's it baby, cum all over her face. Get that ass nice and ready Jake." 

I was cumming; Gerald started to move. He laid my head gently on the couch and got up. He was undressing as he stood; he walked over to Meg and climbed on top of her. They were both already groaning as they fucked and kissed each other. Someone was at my head, it was Linda, now naked. She straddled my face, pushing her cum filled pussy at my mouth. My first pussy! She smelled sweet, and like Rod. I licked all over her pussy, pushing my tongue inside her, sucking her and Rod's cum. She started to rub her pussy on my mouth. I tried to keep up but Jackie's expert tongue on my clit had me on the edge of another orgasm. Jake's tongue was fucking my ass. I was cumming again. 

Linda stood up and Jake went to her, I pulled Jackie up to me and we both kissed. She took her apron off as I pushed her to the floor. I lay on top of her and we rubbed our naked bodies together. Her legs were opened as our rubbing mons excited each other. Meg came over and I moved as she straddled Jackie's face. I slid down her body grabbing her breasts and squeezing them together as I sucked on her hard nipples. She put her legs around me; I felt her hot arousal on my stomach, her wetness. I slid down her body to taste my second pussy. I looked at her swollen pussy lips and kissed them then pulled her lips apart looking at her pink hole, I licked from her asshole to her hole using the flat of my tongue, then the tip repeating the actions. She moved her pelvis slowly, going against my movements. She was moaning softly. I sucked her clit into my mouth and ran my lips over it, then flitted the tip of my tongue over it; her body was trembling and she began to moan more loudly. She raised her hips and was humping my tongue, my face. 

Someone pulled my hips up; I didn't even look back. A cockhead was at my hole and I gasped as the hard cock entered my starved pussy. It felt so good to have a big cock inside me. When he started pumping into me, he was so forceful; Jackie held my head more firmly to keep my tongue in her puss. 

Jackie was rubbing my face really hard now, her legs tightened around my head, she was cumming. She screamed and grabbed my hair tightly, holding my head as she came. Her swollen pussy, her hard clit pushing against my mouth. I felt her whole body shaking around me, her legs tightened even more about my head almost suffocating me as her sweet juices flowed into my mouth. She continued screaming, shaking. Then she let go. I was pulled up, still filled with cock, then we sat down. I started riding, filling myself with the full cock each time. My partner was holding tight to my hips. Jake walked up to me, rubbing his cock. I greedily took him in my mouth and hands, excited about multiple cocks ravaging me again. Jake's cock was already wet with my saliva. I quickly looked around to see Gerald taking turns fucking Meg and Linda. Jackie and Lila were busy with Rod. Max lifted me off him and as we stood Jake sat down. Max and I were kissing. Max lifted me up, hooking my legs on his arms and began lowering me onto Jake's waiting hardon. Jake pulled my asscheeks apart readying me for his member. I felt his cock squeeze into my tight asshole. I cried with pain and pleasure. Jake quickly grabbed both my legs, pulling them back. Max climbed on top of me, pumping hard. 

I screamed, "Oh Max FUCK ME! Fuck me harder, harder". 

Jake was moaning, we were all moaning. Max was pumping faster, pushing Jake's cock more inside me, sweat dripping from him, our sweat running onto Jake. All of us groaning.

"FUCK!" I couldn't stop, I was cumming again. Jake was as well. 

"Aaaargh!, Oh fuck". 

Max stiffened on top of me, he groaned loudly as his cock spurted his juice again and again inside of me. We all shuddered, shook.

"Oooh... Gaaad". 

We just lay there, catching our breaths. 

After awhile, Max pulled away and laid on the floor. Jake let go of my legs and I just lay on top of him, Max's cum dripping onto both of us.

Jackie, who was already on the floor, crawled over and was licking my very sore pussy and asshole. Her hot mouth felt so good on my ravaged holes. I could barely move, but I wanted more. Rod came over and lifted me off the twins. He laid me on the couch and climbed on me. He slowly fucked me until we both came.

Today......

I woke up alone in the living room. The television was still on, the recording was still going. I wrapped myself up in the blanket that had been covering me and watched as Carlos moved on top of me again, he started slowly fucking me, telling me how he loved how my pussy felt. Several men were standing or sitting around, watching. Some were getting dressed. I was hungry and went to the kitchen. The clock said 3:00a.m. After snacking on some more hors d'oeuvres, I went upstairs to look for the Gerald. 

I heard screaming coming from the room where I had been and walked in to see Lila and Meg on the bed smashing asses and pussies together sharing a HUGE double-dildo, it had to be 20 inches long. They were screaming in pleasure. Meg who was facing me, looked at me, her face contorted beautifully as she orgasmed. I continued on.

I followed moans to find Jake lying on the bed with Jackie riding his cock. Rod was sitting in a chair watching, playing with his monster cock. They didn't see me. I headed to the master bedroom. Linda was sandwiched between Gerald and Max, both her holes filled with their cocks. All moaning softly as they slowly fucked. I went looking for Rod since he wasn't as busy.

11:00am......

Gerald woke me up with a breakfast tray. I devoured everything while he watched me with this corny, admiring look on his face. Whenever I looked up, we just smiled at each other. After breakfast, we took a shower together, actually he washed and bathed me, we kissed and touched each other, nothing else. We got dressed and met everyone downstairs. Gerald told them we were leaving and Meg and Lila hugged and kissed me goodbye. Both Jake and Jacqueline were in their aprons again; they both said goodbye. Max kissed me deeply.

"When you get back from your honeymoon, we'll have a guys night just for you. You can meet some of our other friends". 

I smiled. Linda hugged me, "AFTER, we have had our girl's night." She winked. I told them I couldn't wait!

In the car, Gerald and I snuggled, barely speaking. His cell was vibrating, we both looked at it. It was Emily! He turned it off.

We arrived at the townhouse; Emily was waiting for us outside. She was crying and asked if she could speak to us. I didn't know how I felt about her, but since she actually did some good for me, I didn't see the harm in listening to her. When we were inside, she apologized to both of us.

She came up to me, held my hands and pleaded, "Please forgive me, I cannot change what I did, but from this day I will do everything to make up for what I did."

She handed me a DVD; she said it was the only copy made and we already had the original. I didn't know what to do, so I just took it and told her I'll think about what she said. She said she understood and left. 

Gerald and I talked about if we should just go through with the wedding. He said we had to, we could handle whatever happened. We called Max and Linda, and told them the news. They said they would be over. I started to gather everything together. I was thinking I wished I had some help when, as if on cue, the door bell rang. I opened the door to Julie and Marcia, a hairstylist from the salon I go to, and her friend, a makeup artist. Julie was a tall, very pretty blonde and Marcia was my height, 5'3", very pretty, her complexion a little lighter than mine. Half an hour later, Max and Linda arrived. Max and Gerald soon left to go to the church. Linda and I were only halfway ready. 

We were finally leaving the townhouse, only half an hour later than we should have. We would have been much later if Julie and Marcia hadn't been there. They came with us, in case they were needed. While in the limo, neither Julie nor Marcia batted an eye when Linda leaned over and kissed me on my breast (she didn't want to mess up my makeup). Then she told me 'she couldn't wait to eat my sweet pussy again'. Julie and Marcia just smiled.

The ceremony was very short, then we headed to the reception hall at the hotel. Gerald's parents and family just stayed together. We seated ourselves at the head table. Then a slew of waiters came in with champagne trays. The head waiter came to our table; when I looked up I almost died - it was Carlos. Gerald recognized him too. Carlos just kept smiling and doing his work. Emily ran to the table, she looked flustered. I was about to jump at her, I didn't care; I couldn't believe I trusted her AGAIN, and she was just setting me up AGAIN. 

She said, "I'm sorry, I wasn't able to change the staff. But don't worry, they all know that if they say anything to you or anyone here, I'll find some way of letting them pay for it. They already know how much of a bitch I am." She attempted a smile. 




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Gerald just said, "You KNOW what's at stake here?" 

Throughout the night I recognized most of the men from the hotel room tape. They just smiled at me, none showing that they recognized me. I bumped or brushed into a few and my body would tingle. Carlos came to me to ask about a guest, and I was transfixed on his handsome face, remembering his eyes and how he had kissed me, how fat his cock was, how he had fucked me over and over that night. My entire body was aroused all night. 

Gerald's family and their friends slithered away very soon after we had eaten, which was fine with me. Everyone was having a great time getting drunk and dancing. When Max and I danced, he grabbed my ass and held me really close. Soon, women started grabbing their husbands and boyfriends to leave. At the end of the night the only people left were the wedding party, Rod, Gerald's "party friends", the waiters, the band, Julie and Marcia, and Emily.



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Author's note: This is my first submission to Literotica. I hope you'll enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please let me hear your feedback and comments, both good and bad. In case anyone enjoys this, I'd like to acknowledge publicly the help I received.. Literotica's voluntary editor program was invaluable.. My most sincere and heartfelt thanks to volunteer editors "VampireDragon," and Chicky, whos feedback is greatlyh appreciated. I also want to offer a special Thank-You to Rochelle who put hours of time into this project, and who taught me more about writing in a few short weeks than I'd managed to learn on my own in years. Finally thanks Mary for consulting on women's fashion and for putting up with me. And thanks for being my all time favorite person!!




I was never a particularly fortunate guy, but I guess you could say that after years of hacking out a living as a semi pro hockey player, riding dilapidated busses to second and third rate hockey cities while picking up side jobs to supplement my humble salary, I had a lucky break coming my way. I've always had the physical gifts for sports, but after playing the game from the cradle until the comparatively geriatric age of 29, the reality of my hockey career (or lack thereof) had become clear. Unfortunately, in spite of my undeniable gifts, my knack for "putting pucks in the net" never quite equaled my true god given talent of constructing the perfect Mushroom, Swiss and Bacon omelet. Sadly, professional scouts heinously and negligently underrate one's culinary skills while evaluating talent for a position in their organizations. 

My greatest accomplishment in hockey was winning the MVP award at the Silver Stick World Junior Hockey Tournament at 16 years old. After that, I was rewarded with a scholarship to a college more known for its athletic program than its academics. I studied English and dated a Fashion major all through school. I graduated with a keen linguistic dexterity and a peripheral knowledge of the fashion world. Neither of which has proved very marketable for me. 

Truth be told, I have had some degree of difficulty finding work outside of hockey. I'm always able to hustle up a few bucks pounding nails for a local construction company, walking dogs or the occasional whisking of my patented, aforementioned omelets. In short, I'm basically willing to do almost anything people are willing to pay me to do; within reason. 

Problem is, at 6'5" and 245 pounds, most reasonable people were reluctant to offer me employment combing their pet poodles (although in all humility I have to confess I'd be a fine coiffure of canine curls). Sadly, the same problem applied to a half dozen of my other skills. With the construction industry in dire straits as a result of the recent recession, my heretofore failure at willing the lottery, and my dearth of professional sports contracts, I was beginning to feel just a little worried. Bills were piling up and I wasn't getting the contract offers I dreamed of.

I don't know if she instinctually sensed my desperation, saw in me an untapped talent, or if it was pure Dumb Luck, but things changed for me the day I met Penny. 

Penny struck me as professional, intelligent and extremely sexy within 1.3 nanoseconds of introducing herself. The hockey team's website made it easy for her to find me. She showed up at practice one day, stopping me halfway between the ice and the locker room. I watched, impressed, as she plowed her way through a gauntlet of hungry leers and childish remarks from the other players. She maintained a regal poise, as she quieted the players by casting a bemused, yet unimpressed look. It almost appeared as if she pitied them. 

Although she stood a respectable 5'5" with a straight confident posture and high heels, her head still only reached my chest because of the Vapor 20 ice skates on my feet. Her hand was tiny and manicured in my calloused mitt when she introduced herself, and I couldn't help but feel a sexy dichotomy when considering her extreme femininity opposed to my overt masculinity. She wore a vintage Chanel business suit of navy blue with a knee length skirt, a white blouse and matching blue jacket, accentuated by Christian Louboutin high heels. My ex-girlfriend, the Fashion major, would have creamed in her panties over Penny's clothes. I almost creamed in my jockstrap from her beautiful face, sublime tits and magnificent ass. 

She had fiery green eyes and amber hair pulled back to expose her porcelain neckline. In spite of the standard hockey rink sweaty aroma, my nostrils were piqued with a whiff of jasmine and lavender when I leaned close to her, making my cock twitch.

She looked at me, and continued, "Captain of the team for the past 8 seasons, 12 goals, 18 assists and 205 penalty minutes so far. Not bad." 

I answered her, "It's a dubious distinction. Most guys either quit or become Monks after 8 years in minor league hockey" 

She smiled at me, "Sarcastic one aren't you? I noticed last week when you were in my neighbor's backyard digging that hole." 

Penny had caught me off guard. It took me a minute to recall what she was talking about. Then I remembered: Last week I was hired through a local contractor to backfill a crater that was left after Penny's neighbor had an in-ground pool built. I remembered that I needed a lot of help, and strong men willing to shovel dirt for a days wage were abundant in our locker room. Hockey players make good laborers provided they have a tough foreman capable of keeping their wandering minds focused, and the beer off limits until the work is almost done. In my experience, this is best achieved by shouting profanities and the occasional hurling of rocks at their thick skulls. Happily, what I saw as good excuse to throw rocks and swear, Penny observed as superior management skills. 

"Oh that!" I answered her slightly embarrassed since I was barking and hollering a lot that day. 

"So that's where you know me from." I smiled. 

"Did you come all this way to compliment me on the hole I filled in? Please tell me none of my guys soiled your rosebushes."

She smiled back, "No my rosebuds are just fine thanks, and I came all this way to see if you had the same presence on the ice that you had with your buddies that day. I hope you don't mind my getting your information from my neighbor Michael"

"I don't mind a bit Penny but what presence are you referring too?"

"The presence to command men; you have natural leadership qualities. That's very important in a man," She answered me with a coy smile and a flash of her amazing eyes.

Now she made me blush. 

"I'm just competitive and I'd really like to move up a tax bracket or two" I answered.

"I have a proposition for you," she said. Her face contorting back to a businesslike gaze,

My heart sank initially when I learned that Penny was not visiting me at hockey practice to profess her undying love and devotion, but when she told me about the job and the money she was willing to pay, I got over it quickly. 

Intrigued, I asked for more details. Penny explained that she had a friend named Giselle, whom she'd known since they were children. Giselle had recently been engaged to Mortimer Eggland Jr., a young associate at one of the nation's premier accounting firms. Eggland's father was a founding partner and chairman of the firm's Management Committee. Mortimer Jr. was being groomed for his father's post. Penny said that Morty (as he was endearingly referred to by his friends from Yale) had a huge responsibility to fill his father's shoes, a task that required constant work and dedication to the firm. Penny knew Giselle to be a conservative unwavering woman of principal, spirituality and conservatism who would never waver from her marital vows. She also knew first hand that Morty couldn't fuck his way out of a soaking wet paper bag, which in effect constituted a life sentence for Giselle of sexual boredom and frustration which would inevitably lead her down the path that led towards unhappiness and depression.

Penny had been named as Giselle's Maid of Honor. She wanted to give the bachelorette one last gift before her marriage; something she could hold onto forever, especially when Mortimer was off doing the firm's work. Since such a special gift could not be left to just anyone, Penny did an exhaustive search of the possibilities that ultimately led her to the sideboards at my hockey rink. I was flattered by her selection, but also, slightly intimidated by her expectations of me. 

According to Penny (who seemed to have a knack for solving problems) this had to be done very carefully. Giselle wasn't going to be easily seduced, no matter how big her seducer's muscles might be or how charming. She also wasn't the type to throw caution to the wind at a stereotypical bachelorette party. At the end of the discussion, Penny summed up her requirements: 

"If all else fails, Michael, I expect you to do the job on her by any means necessary."

"Fine," I agreed, not without a certain amount of apprehension. Although I had HUGE, reservations about being party to borderline criminal behavior, Penny's story about Giselle and her stale destiny, was so compelling, that I felt I owed it to the poor girl. I saw myself as Captain America with a hard on. As surreal and ridiculous as it sounds, I promise you it did sound sensible at the time.

****

Giselle's bachelorette party was disguised as a small get-together of Penny's friends in her backyard. The guests included Giselle's girlfriends from college, mutual childhood girlfriends of Penny and the bride, and yours truly. I had spent the past few weeks assembling a group of my friends who I thought would be good at this job. Penny wanted attractive men who had good conversational skills, a sense of humor and above all, a flair for "passion and sensuality." Without really knowing how to quantify those things, I just choose guys who had hot bodies, were able to listen to a woman talk about her cat without seeming bored, and had big dicks. 

I started with Jack and Brian, two teammates and long-time friends of mine. Jack is a French Canadian Stay at Home Defenseman, about 6'4" and 235lbs. of solid bulk, with shoulder length black hair and blue eyes. Before making the leap to semi-pro hockey, he worked at an honest to goodness logging camp deep in the Canadian Mountains, and had the hands and shoulders to prove it. Conversely, Brian was tall and lean. He was a goaltender with wiry strength and arms like thin steel cables. His entire musculature looked to be chiseled from granite and there was not a single ounce of fat on his 6'5" 205 lb body. He wore short cropped brown hair with a small goatee moustache and beard to punctuate thin but handsome features and dark brown eyes. 

Since Penny wanted at least five men at the party, I rounded out the crew with Jeff and Steven. Jeff was a basketball player I'd met at the gym who was just a hint shorter than me and about the same weight. His skin is as black night and covered in tattoos. He maintains a perfectly shaved head and wears strong features with high cheekbones. People say he looks like Denzel Washington. For some reason his body always seems wet and shiny. I'm sure it's just a trick of the light, as it shines on black flesh, but whatever the reason, his skin appears almost reflective in contrast to the museum of artwork inked on his body. 

The last man of the crew, Steve, is short by comparison. At six foot two, he stands below the rest of us, but what he lacks in height he makes up for in raw strength and Latin good looks. Steve is a power-lifter. When he's not throwing iron around at the gym, Steve's among the most popular dancers at a particular Meringue club in the city that I frequent whenever I get a hankering for the perfect empanada with rice and beans. Women love Steve's bulging biceps and the way he dominates them on the dance floor, almost as much as they also love the empanadas and the fried chimichanguas.

I thought we formed a formidable pack; kind, articulate and sexy enough to seduce almost any woman regardless of how conservative she might be. Of course, Penny's intent was a little darker than a simple seduction. She wanted her friend ravaged whether she consented or not, even expressing that she hoped Giselle protested "at least a little so could feel the rush of being overpowered"

When Giselle walked into Penny's backyard, I nearly fell in love at fist sight. She was a dainty little thing of perhaps five foot two or three. She had the exotic olive skin prevalent in the Middle East, coupled with Celtic, regal features. She had a thin, perfectly sculpted nose, big green eyes and puffy, pouty lips begging to be kissed. She had straight black hair with a compact build and a tight, round ass that protruded from her tiny waist like a succulent fruit. Her legs were thin but muscular and her breasts, 34 C's, were perfectly proportioned to her elegant body. She could easily pass for a Hollywood starlet. I couldn't believe that this sexual creature was as naive and inexperienced as Penny had indicated. It struck me as a great tragedy and, I felt my cock stirring inside my black Addidas Bathing Suit. 

Giselle wore a light cotton sundress with tiny shoulder straps that seemed superfluous since her lovely breasts held up her dress with no help needed. Somehow the dress managed to look loose and carefree while highlighting her perfect ass. At the bottom of her dress, her calves tapered perfectly to dainty ankles adorned with fine gold ankle bracelets and tiny feet with perfectly pedicured burgundy toes. A low heeled strappy sandal completed her outfit. 

As she arrived at Penny's house she seemed to be surrounded by an intangible cloud of grace. She moved around greeting one guest after another with an adorable smile and those sincere big eyes of hers. A fragrance of fresh roses seemed to waft about her and I could feel my mouth salivating as I was introduced simply as a "friend" I could feel the testosterone boiling like a steam kettle in my buddies as adrenaline pumped through our veins. 

The party started innocuously enough. The town's best caterer delivered some great food to go with some vintage wine from Penny's extensive collection. Although there was some initial awkwardness because of so many new introductions, my team soon settled in, and began acting as if they'd known the women there for years. The entire time we were acclimating ourselves to the situation, Penny walked around barefoot in a floor length peasant skirt with a bikini top. I couldn't help but notice the way her breasts swayed and bounced as she moved around the house. Watching her, it was difficult to think about anything else. She was a perfect hostess. Making sure my friends and I always had full glasses of social lubricant and of course, she paid special attention to the guest of honor, little Giselle. 

Two hours later people were relaxed and comfortable, slightly numbed by the wine and feeling good. A spirited game of pool volleyball had given the men the excuse to strip to their bathing suits. The women who played were also in bathing suits, bikinis or wrapped in towels, while the others were still dressed. Giselle and Penny's friends were mostly about the same age and social strata as them. There were a few women a little older in their early 40's who'd worked with Giselle at some point along the way. The women boasted every body style in the anatomic realm. From thin, lanky to curvy and voluptuous. There was one particular woman, Anna, who caught my eye. She was tall, 40-something and red-haired with blue eyes and a healthy tan. I think she was Penny's Boss at the Publishing House. If I had been able to peel my eyes away from Giselle or Penny, I certainly would have enjoyed talking to her. As it was, I was working and had to stay focused. In my peripheral vision I could see that each of my buddies seemed to have one woman that was especially drawn to each of them. Steve for example, had a short, skinny brunette slung all over him. Her thin arms and bony fingers never seemed to leave some part of his body.

Later, with a subtle change of the music Penny altered the atmosphere a little just as she appeared with a large tray. On the tray was a bottle of Jose Cuervo Gold Tequila, a saltshaker, a bunch of shot glasses and a bowl of lemon wedges. At this point, with the harder music drumming in my ears, I new things were about to heat up.

For you readers who may not have experienced tequila, it might be better described as a potent mind-altering drug, as opposed to an alcoholic drink. The protocol is to shock your taste buds by licking a healthy portion of pure salt, and then drink your shot as quick and painlessly as possible before disguising the strong taste by sucking a lemon wedge. Traditionally the salt is licked off of one's own hand and the lemon picked up from a napkin or plate. In pop culture, it is also socially acceptable to lick the salt from the body of a friend or partner, (anyone willing), and find different creative ways to transfer the lemon wedge to your mouth. 

No tutelage was necessary in this group as Penny announced that it was time for shots. She immediately looked to her friend Nancy, who I was told, really liked to drink to demonstrate the tequila shot process. Nancy was supposedly well-versed in this process. Looking at Nancy, seeing the telltale reddening of the cheeks and nose and puffy eyes, one could only imagine the spots on her liver. She was already pretty drunk when Penny confirmed that Nancy would teach us how to do it.

Nancy selected Jack to be her "shot assistant;" she'd had her eyes on him since her arrival. She sauntered over to him and sat right on his lap. She slid her tongue along his neck and sprinkled the salt which adhered to the wetness she'd left in the wake of her tongue. Nancy then clamped her lips to Jack's shoulder and sucked the salt off his neck. She expertly slammed her shot then lapped at the lemon wedge which had been placed on his shoulders. 

The party erupted with catcalls and applause at Nancy's show. The applause and hollers only grew louder as, one by one; the shots were passed around the party. 

When the bottle was passed to Penny for her turn, she chose me as her shot assistant. I must admit to feeling flushed as my raging testosterone was slamming my insides like a driving hurricane. When Penny sprinkled the salt over my bicep and stuffed the lemon wedge in the waistband of my swimsuit I nearly lost it. The feel of her hot breath on my arm as she sucked the salt off of me made me want to cum in my shorts. When she did her shot and went down on me to retrieve the lemon, I was so turned on that I could have fucked the proverbial "knothole in the tree." 

Now it was my turn to do a shot. Giselle, the bride-to-be, had been strategically placed to my left all night. Naturally I choose her as my assistant. I'd been chatting with her for the better part of the night, in an effort to develop a playful rapport. I wanted her to feel somewhat comfortable with me when the time was right. Now was the time.

"I'll think I'll use your thighs, Giselle," I said teasingly. 

I got down on my knees by her legs, and pushed her skirt up past her knee and towards her upper thighs. The conservative Giselle blushed and tried to protest, pulling her skirt back down several times as I playfully kept pushing it back up. The more she protested, the more the pack mentality kicked in. As the sexual tension proliferated around us, Penny grew impatient. She looked around the group, her gaze fell on Brian. From the bulge in his pants, she could see Brian was ready for this teasing to escalate. Penny knew it, and used it to her advantage.

Hey Brian! Go behind her and hold her arms," Penny ordered. 




Bachelorette



The group was taunting and teasing Giselle as Brian complied, pulling her wrists together and lifting her arms high. Giselle could do nothing but giggle and offer up weak, token protests. Her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and fear. If you looked close however, her eyes betrayed just a little sparkle of intrigue. I ran my tongue from her knee to mid thigh and placed the lemon at her lips. She shook her head in refusal, but eventually accepted the lemon in her lips. 

"No," she protested weakly. But I ignored her plea. I salted her succulent thighs. When I went down to lick up the salt, I could feel her legs writhe underneath me. Brian held her arms as if she was a child struggling against a parent. My head ground into her crotch as I licked those luscious thighs. 

Her crimson cheeks now shone brightly through her sexy olive complexion as she was held helpless to the chanting and cheering of the incited party. I finally lifted my head from licking every grain of salt off her thigh to take my shot. After throwing back the tequila, I slowly moved towards her lips to retrieve my rewarding lemon. As our lips crushed together, I pushed the lemon into her mouth with my tongue. She squirmed against me in reluctance; I held her still with ease by cupping her cheeks in my hands. Her wrists were still totally neutralized by Brian's manacle grasp behind her. At some point I could feel her surrender as she began to return the hungry kiss that I offered her. She tendered back to me, a kiss so tentative and so sweet that I almost melted. Her lips we so ripe and full, almost puffed as if she'd been crying, although she wasn't. Her hair tickled my cheek as she leaned close. Her sensual smell exploded in my nose as our faces touched. It was the most perfect kiss I can recall in my kissing career.

Finally, when the backyard sounded like Madison Square Garden, I ended the kiss and raised my head up to display the lemon wedge between my teeth. It had been passed back and forth between Giselle and me several times while it flavored our kiss. I had a shit-eating grin on my face as I spit the discarded fruit into the trash bag beside the table. 

Brian was still holding her. In her excitement, she was breathing high and fast, which had the delightful effect of making her breasts rise and fall in time to her pants. Her face was as bright red as any stop sign I'd ever seen. 

Penny was not about to allow the momentum slow down. She had her girls all revved up. Even Giselle was showing signs of loosing control. 

Penny plopped in my lap and pulled my head down to her cleavage. For those who don't know, this is the international sign for "Lick the top of my boobs and sprinkle salt on them, NOW." Not wanting to start an international incident, I obediently wet her breasts with my tongue, and then sprinkled them with salt for Giselle, who was up next to do a shot. 

Penny quickly hopped from my lap to Giselle's lap and pressed her breasts in the direction of Giselle's still-quivering lips. Giselle resisted.

"Come on Penny, No. I can't drink that stuff. You know I don't even drink," Giselle helplessly whined.

"The hell you don't! Open wide girl," Penny insisted

"It's your last big party as a single woman Gissy, now live a little" Penny demanded.

"No, I don't want any." Giselle continued to beg.

Penny was having no such backtalk from her. She looked over at the men, who were poised like coiled snakes, ready to strike. With a smile on her face she called, "Come on guys, help me out here,"

My buddies and I were already in motion. Stevie and Jeff had planted themselves on the patio at Giselle's feet. Each of them respectively draped one of Giselle's pretty legs over their shoulder and wrapped bulging arms around her calf so she couldn't kick or wiggle. Her legs were pressed to their chest and her feet were in each of their laps. 

One of the girls there, Emily, who I'd learned was a longtime friend of Giselle from her childhood, suggested that we take off her shoes. 

"Her toes have always been one of her erogenous zones," Emily said. She laughed as she betrayed her longtime friend's secret confidence. 

Steve and Jeff needed no further prompting. They each slipped off one of Giselle's little sandals and began to tease her toes with their big hands. Giselle gasped with the sudden stimulation. Her legs were locked in place by the powerful arms of the two men as they teased her periphery erogenous zones skillfully. Brian held her wrists ever firm and she had quickly realized that she was powerless to fight such overwhelming strength. When her will broke, it was practically audible. Her entire body language changed as she submitted to Brian's restraining hands. She clenched her eyes tightly shut as her face burned in embarrassment. 

Penny's long thin fingers held Giselle's head back and rubbed her temples with her thumbs while pressing those salty breasts to her lips. The helpless captive tried to laugh in the spirit of the "fun" but her apprehension and squirming discomfort were obvious. When Penny pulled back from her lips, Jack and I were quick to force her compliance. My hand slipped between Penny's breasts and Giselle's face as I squeezed the captive girl's jaw, forcibly opening her mouth. 

Jack had filled a double shot glass up to the rim. He snaked his hand between the captive and her assailants, to pour the powerful potion into Giselle's open mouth. Giselle gagged and choked a bit as she swallowed the strong shot, drooling some on her chin and chest before I squeezed a lemon wedge above her lips. The droplets of lemon provided Giselle some relief from the harsh taste, and she lapped at my fingers for more. I fed my lemon-soaked fingers to her lips, and she lapped hungrily.

The alcohol affected her lithe body. Clearly she had almost no tolerance for alcohol. I could feel her loosing control. He lips, which initially sucked at the lemon, seemed to be lapping hungrily at my hands. 

Her toes clenched at the men's fingers as Steve and Jeff rubbed her feet. Occasionally, one of her feet would brush a hard cock as they began to nuzzle her thighs with their cheeks. The two men, one brown, one black, had begun kissing her thighs and teasing her crotch with their attentions. The girls surrounded this scene, cheering, clapping and chanting at every gesture, every kiss laid upon a thigh, every swipe of tongue on flesh.

Penny still hadn't moved from Giselle's lap. She began to grind her crotch on the bachelorette's leg amidst Steve and Jeff's attentions. Giselle appeared to be in sensory overload. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her toes and fists were clenched in small balls, and her mouth, emitted sensual moans in spite of her tight lips that tried to suppress the sounds. Her flesh seemed as if you could fry an egg on it from her embarrassment.. 

The girls began cheering again, as the music cranked up a decibel or two, and the tempo ramped up a few measures. I slipped my lips down to Giselle's again and found her either too drunk, too embarrassed, or (as I prefer to assume) too enamored to fight. She surrendered to another kiss. Her lips felt and tasted like pure bliss and I could have kissed this sensual little goddess forever. My big hand splayed behind her head as I pulled her into my deep kiss. 

Suddenly her eyes bolted open in surprise and fear and she began to struggle again. I became aware that Jack was peeling the straps off of her shoulders and Jeff pushing the tip of his tongue under the edge of her panties. Giselle fought the good fight. She moaned in ecstasy, while simultaneously begging weakly for us to stop. But at this point, nobody was taking no for an answer. Not the girls clapping cheering and stamping their feet. Not Steve, Jeff, Jack, Brian, or me, and least of all, not Penny. 

Penny hopped off of her friend's lap. Her stone hard nipples and flushed face reminded us all that she has been imagining this for quite some time. 

"Oh no you don't Gissey!" She taunted her friend, "This is your night baby, we went to great lengths and expense to make sure it's something you'll never forget! And trust me, you never will. Now guys, get her up on her feet." 

I felt momentarily conflicted as Giselle's molten-hot helplessness conjured as much empathy as it did lust, but Penny was the boss and Penny was calling the shots. We executed her orders like well trained Marines, grasping Giselle by the arms and pulling her to her feet. Penny put her hands triumphantly on her hips and stepped back to watch as we converged on her friend like a pack of hungry wolves on a small fawn. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her back against my chest, my cock on full alert and pushing into the small of her back. 

The girls began clapping louder and their chant "Take it off" Take it off" reverberated around the yard. Jack and Steve were stripping her, like a captured slave girl. Although Giselle twisted in my arms, I was able to overpower her by applying just a hint of force with my forearm. The more she protested, the quicker and easier it was for the men to completely strip her dress off of her body. As I lifted her free of her clothing, I noted from the corner of my eye, Penny touching herself. The sight of Penny sent a rush of adrenaline through my veins and I could feel the power in my muscles exponentially multiply. God dam, I wanted them both. Here on the patio! 

I was jerked back into focus by Giselle's feeble attempt to extricate herself from me by pushing her elbow into my stomach. I decisively grasped her by the back of the neck and manhandled her to the picnic table as the girls quickly cleared food, bottles and glasses. She was on the table, her back in three seconds (a personal best). I let my eyes travel down her body. She looked exquisite in this position. She was wearing a little pair of boi-short panties and matching lacy bra, both feminine and classy without being slutty. Ironically, this "lack of sluttiness" only made me want to fuck her more. I held her down on the table by a fistful of her dark hair and absently felt her tiny fists beating against my chest as I pressed my lips again to hers. 

On some level I became aware that the women had grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms up over her head. I could feel Brian reaching under her to remove her bra and without conscious thought my hands were cupping her breasts and my lips had moved to the side of her neck. In the next instant her body was bathed in tongues and lips. Jack bit on her nipple while I teased her by breathing heavily into her ear, letting her hear my hunger. I kissed her mouth and traced her lips with my tongue. I even kissed her eyelids which were tightly clamped shut. 

Her body had gone from betrayal to total sedition. She writhed and moaned under our attentions. Her nipples were hard and pointed straight up towards Brian's mouth as if begging for more attention. Jeff and Steve once again seized her ankles as more hands peeled her panties down. My cock was straining against my bathing suit and I was compelled to push it back into stowed position as I lavished Giselle with my lust.

Panties off, Steven opened his tongue wide and painted her slit with a wet lick that thwacked directly from the apex of her little asshole, straight up to her neat and conservatively trimmed pubes. The helpless girl writhed under the multitude of hands that held her pinned to the vinyl clad picnic table. Somebody raised the music another decibel and the tempo picked up in time with the hollering of the women and the unbridled lust of the men. 

My hands traced her every curve as I could feel her lips suction to my shoulder in hunger and fear. She sucked me while I spanked her bottom and found her little asshole soaking wet with dripping pussy juice. Her muffled moans now seemed rhythmic and in tune with the music. Steven had his tongue buried deep in her pussy and was signing his name on her vaginal walls, as if the tip of his tongue was a pen. I could hear suction sounds as he sucked and lapped at her clit. 

I teased her little asshole with my finger and to my surprise she began to buck against it, impaling herself on my hand and straining to push up against Steve's face. She bucked and moaned as tears started to flow from her eyes and her screams actually rose louder than the music. She couldn't form words but she didn't have to - her body betrayed her. She bit and sucked my shoulder until her teeth drew blood. I reciprocated by fucking her up the ass with my wide finger as she wildly thrust about like a woman possessed. 

Her orgasm came in the form of uncharacteristic grunts of profanity, laughter and operatic cries of ecstasy. Her body was glistening with sweat and had shiny, mirror-like quality to it. When her girlfriends released her arms, I was surprised to see her hand reach for my dick. I was so horny that I thought I might explode all over the yard in another moment. I had to go over last season's playoff highlights in my mind to distract myself from cumming prematurely.

My technique worked and I was able to maintain my hard-on long enough to reposition her. I motioned for some room, and for the others to back off and leave Giselle to me alone. Then I flipped her over onto her belly and bent her across the creaking picnic table. Her hard nipples were grinding the table and I could see she was humping the redwood in hopes of another orgasm. 

Her desire was rewarded by the tip of my cock being poised at the entrance of her sweet, sopping wet pussy. It didn't even hint at fitting at first, but I began to wedge it inside her tight quim anyway. Her constant flow of hot pussy juice bathed my cock and to encouraged me towards greater and deeper penetrations. I held her neck to the table and fucked her hard with reckless abandon as she bucked back against me, claiming my cock like a whore in heat, just as sure as I claimed her pussy with my possessive overtures.

I was so lost in the feeling of her pussy around my cock that it was a long time before I noticed the chaos unfolding all around me. On some level I became aware of Jeff's fat black dick inside of some woman as she screamed and moaned orgasm after orgasm. He had her on her back in the chaise lunge and his ass humping up and down like a jackhammer. All I could see of the woman was her white legs and her ankles as she wrapped them around his waist. Steve was in the pool with Nancy the shot girl. True to her reputation she was swigging wine, sitting on the edge of the pool while Steve splashed around between her legs. His face was deep in her pussy. 

Not that I was keeping track, but Jack and Brian were double teaming Penny's boss who was on all fours with one cock in her mouth, and one cock in her pussy. The guys were high fiving, and kissing other women as they fucked Penny's employer. The rest of the women were either goading on the sex, cheering for more sex, or waiting on line to be given sex. To say that the image of this Roman-style Orgy was surreal is the understatement of my lifetime.

Giselle was bucking like a wild animal and had no control over her groaning. I had been spanking her in time to the beat of the music and the thundering rhythm of my powerful pelvis on her ass cheeks. I ground inside of her as Giselle bucked backward meeting my every thrust. It was as if by forcing this girl down and fucking her, I'd unchained a wild sex machine and that had been repressed far too long. I don't know what Morty Eggland had done to this poor woman, but she was making up for it now. She screamed like a wanton cock slut and spurred me on, almost daring me to fuck her harder. I pulled her wrists behind her back and held them in place with a firm grip as I swatted her ass with my free hand and plowed her with as much force as I could muster. 

The women were in frenzied state of celebratory arousal, and I was dizzy with lust. The blood was rushing to my head as I fucked this woman with a hungry predatory growl. Some of the spectators even took a step back from the performance as I rammed this fucking girl like a rabid beast, and she drooled and lusted for my dick like an equally crazed Amazon! 

When we came in synchronicity, the growls and screams echoed into the stunned silence of the pack around us, who watched in awe and respect, as if we were two carnivorous dinosaurs walking off together into extinction after a million years of world dominance. 

I had to put my hands on weakened the redwood picnic table to stabilize my shaking legs. I hoped that the table was still useable after the beating we just put it through. Giselle was exhausted, panting on her stomach in a puddle of perspiration, pussy juice and cum. 

I turned to look at the stunned, yet still-hungry faces of Penny and the others. And I knew by instinct that things were only starting to get interesting. 

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