25 comments/ 46644 views/ 37 favorites Jean Saves Her Brother's Ass By: loerics Content Warning This fantasy involves a young wife being coerced into nonconsensual sex. If stories of this type upset you, please stop reading now! I am sure you can find plenty of stories on Literotica that match your particular desires. I know that there are categories on Literotica that I avoid. This story takes place in the early 1970s. ***** Prolog I have to accept some of the blame for what happened to my wife. We had been married for just a few months, and Jean was not happy to be left alone while I attended a conference. Jean wanted to come along with me to a resort in Sun Valley, Idaho. I explained that it was a workshop for biophysicists and we would be occupied every day until late. No one brought their spouses to these events and Jean would be all alone with little to do. Even worse it was the off season so there would be no skiing and the shops would be closed. I managed to placate Jean by promising a trip to New York City to catch a musical. To make matters worse, I had been fighting the flu for nearly three weeks before the conference. It took all of my energy to drag my sorry ass to the laboratory seven days a week. The professor that I was a postdoc for was desperate to make an impression at the conference. I worked long hours seven days a week to analyze the data and prepare material for the presentation. I even fell asleep late one night eating the dinner Jean had saved for me. How she got me into bed, I will never know. Jean had just finished college at the Cornell Ag school in January just before our February wedding. She was ambivalent about going for an advanced degree in rural sociology. Instead, she decided we needed to start a family. I was overwhelmed by her enthusiasm and somewhat naive. We were living on my postdoc salary which was a not a lot of money. However, the cost of living in upstate New York is very low and my paycheck looked pretty good compared to many of the locals. Also, we were renting an inexpensive shack in the country and only had Jean's small, low-interest student loans. Before I got sick, Jean and I had been fucking like a pair of minks in heat. When I got home at night, Jean would greet me at the door in a negligee with a drink in hand. She would ravage me before dinner and then again for dessert. Sex is like a drug; the more you get, the more your body wants. She was insatiable and would wake me two or three times a night for more. She carefully tracked her periods and marked her fertile days on the calendar with a bright red marker. The week of my conference was smack dab in the middle of the red zone. Jean had hoped that with my health slowly improving, we could soon resume our quest for a child. Even the night before the trip, I was so exhausted I didn't respond to my wife's attempts at seduction. I promised things would be better when I returned. When I got back from the trip, I was worn down, but not so fatigued that I didn't recognize that something was wrong. Jean was angry, very angry. I found a little comfort in the fact that her anger was directed at her brother and not so much at me. I had never seen my young wife so upset, but Jean refused to discuss what her brother Robert had done to make her so irate. At the time, I was grateful that she gave me a week to recover before we slowly renewed our sex life. It took me some time to uncover a partial account of what had happened while I was away. I started by interrogating her brother. Robert was seven years older than Jean and the only male figure in her family. Her father had divorced her mother when Jean was three and she adored her brother. Robert was traumatized by the year he spent fighting in the jungles of Vietnam. When he returned from the war, he drifted aimlessly from job to job. He smoked weed from the moment he got up until he went to sleep. Even his sleep was disturbed by horrific nightmares. I know this all too well because he stayed with Jean and me in our two bedroom apartment for over a year before we got married. I felt sorry for him but having him as a roommate was stressful to both Jean and me. We were overjoyed when he started a business that he enjoyed. Hosting parties was a natural for Robert. Now I'm not talking kids parties but rather ones that require some discretion. These are parties for businessmen who want to let loose. Robert would hire a catering service to set up the food and liquor while he supplied the drugs and party girls. This line of business can be very lucrative, but it depends on word of mouth and establishing a good reputation. Since the money was good, there was a lot of competition. All I know was Robert made enough money to move out just weeks before Jean and I got married. It was the best wedding present ever! So I started my investigation by hanging out with Robert one night while Jean was seeing a chick flick with her mother. Robert and I drank a lot of beer and smoked even more weed. I was more wasted than Robert, but I still managed to learn the basics of the events that occurred while I was away. It had been alumni week at Cornell and there was a lot of party business. Robert was hired for several parties and even hired a few of his friends to run some events. Robert and his competitors had hired every waitress and stripper within a hundred miles. Things got out of hand when one of his better clients called up at the last moment and asked Robert to host a bachelor party for his son. This client was a local banker who had started directing his friends to Robert. When Robert pointed out that everyone was busy with alumni weekend, the banker said he would take his business elsewhere if Robert couldn't handle it. The wedding was on Friday and there was no point in holding the bachelor party after the wedding? Robert promised that he would work something out and make sure the banker's son had a hell of a bachelor party. Robert was desperate. His new business could easily collapse if he lost this client. Even worse would be if the banker spread the word that Robert was unreliable. Ithaca, NY was a small town and everyone knew everyone. With difficulty, Robert managed to book a room at a hotel just outside of town. He called in a favor and managed to get his caterer to promise to set up the party; however, Robert would have to come up with his own staff to serve the food and drink. It didn't take long for Robert to verify that all of the party girls were booked. Robert's brain derailed at that point. He remembered that his sister had worked as a waitress at a hotel while in college. Robert told me that at first Jean refused and refused vehemently. She had worked a bachelor party or two in college. There was always a stripper accompanied by a burly bodyguard for protection. There was no one to protect the wait staff and Jean didn't appreciate being groped by a bunch of drunks. The hefty tips didn't make up for the humiliation and bruises on her ass. Robert pleaded with Jean and explained his situation. Jean would only have to serve food and drinks. He would be there to manage the party and provide protection. Now Robert had been a linebacker in high school so he was certainly capable of handling a few drunks. Jean caved when Robert stated that he could lose the business and be forced to move back in with us. Jean loved her brother but living with him in a small two bedroom apartment had been hell. When Robert asked his sister if any of her friends could help, Jean said she could ask Coleen. Now, Jean has known Coleen since kindergarten and she is Jean's best friend. Coleen is a gorgeous brunette, but she is very far out on the wild and crazy scale. Jean has told me stories about past adventures with Coleen. I know that Jean is censoring her anecdotes, but even then I find it hard to believe her tales. I cannot repeat these stories on Literotica since many of them occurred before the girls turned eighteen. Naturally Coleen agreed to help. She had been after Jean to get together, but Jean and I had been married less than half a year ago and were always busy. Coleen thought a bachelor party would be a lark. The only other details I got out of Robert was the name of the bachelor in question. Lance was a townie and had been in the class just ahead of Jean in high school. He had been the quarterback and, of course, he was marrying Sandra, the head cheerleader. He had led the team to the state quarterfinals and later played in college. He had just gotten his MBA and was now working as an up and coming vice president in his Dad's bank. Lance's friends from the popular crowd in high school were holding the party for him. All of them came from the better families in Ithaca and several of their fathers were already clients of Robert. The only other detail I learned was that the party was a success and everyone was rewarded with a healthy tip. At least Robert wasn't planning on moving back in with us any time soon. It was a couple of weeks before I managed to get Coleen alone. Jean and her Mom had gone to Syracuse to attend a play. Jean's Mom had originally intended to take her new boyfriend, but they broke up before the event. Coleen was surprised when I asked her to meet for drinks at a quiet bar. She had flirted with me every time she came over to visit Jean. Once she even flashed her shaved pussy when we were sitting on the floor smoking weed and listening to music. Coleen made me nervous. I had no intention of responding to Coleen's advances, but I'm sure she would be happy to put another notch on her belt. After several drinks and small talk mixed with Coleen's constant flirtation, I brought up the bachelor party. I used what I knew from Robert to make Coleen think I knew everything. I slid next to her in the booth and drew her to me with my arm around her slim waist. I caressed her breasts and nuzzled her neck as Coleen spilled more details of the story. We laughed together at some of the party activities that Coleen found amusing. Still there were significant parts that Coleen was not willing to discuss. However, she knew all of the guys at the party and gave me their names. Duane was the groom's best man and closest friend. I knew Duane. He was now a Cornell student and taking a class that I was teaching. It was a required course that he needed to graduate. Perhaps, it was unethical. No, it was definitely unethical, but I blackmailed Duane to elaborate on the events at the bachelor party. I still don't know everything and probably never will, but the following account covers everything I learned from Coleen and Duane. I have taken the liberty to fill in some gaps based upon my best guesses. The Bachelor Party Coleen said that she and Jean drove to the hotel together. The front desk told them that Robert's party was in the cabana by the pool. The pool was closed for repairs and the location of the cabana was separated from the rest of the hotel. The cabana was a large structure with good size party room, full kitchen, bathrooms and even a private bedroom suite. Robert opened the door when they rang the bell. Jean said, "I hope we are not late. Is there some place we can hang our wraps?" Robert replied, "You have a few minutes. The guys just called and said that they were getting a head start at the hotel bar while they waited for everyone." Robert directed them to the bedroom. The girls hung up their coats and fixed their makeup before returning to the party room. Robert said, "Wow, you ladies look amazing." Of course, Robert had helped the girls select their outfits and was simply indicating his pleasure that they had followed his recommendation. Coleen had modeled several dresses for Robert and was perfectly happy to go along with Robert's choice. Coleen looked at the party as another chance to land a rich husband. However, Jean had at first objected to Robert's recommendation. She endured days of badgering before she finally caved in. The deciding factor was seeing what Coleen planned to wear. So, Jean was wearing a red cocktail dress she had worn to impress me the previous New Year's Eve. It was one of those dresses that looks like it could double as a slip. Spaghetti straps tied behind her neck held up the silky material of the short dress. Jean had double knotted the tie to prevent any accidents. The dress clung to every curve of Jean's body. The tight bottom of the dress came to her mid-thighs, but a slit on one side ran up to the bottom of her lacy black bikini panties. Jean's back was bare down to her waist except for the band of a strapless push-up bra that matched her panties. The front of the dress showed enough cleavage to restrict the dress to holiday parties with friends. Of course, it was Jean's body that made the outfit. Jean is a trim five foot six and 110 pounds with bleach blond hair. She had been dancing since she was a toddler and she has an athletic body. I thought her breasts were a little large for her lithe frame, but the dress made her look spectacular. Black high-heel shoes completed the look. Jean was so hot when she wore it at the New Year's Eve party, I asked her to marry me shortly after midnight. Duane told me that Coleen's dress made Jean look like a nun. Personally, I've never seen the dress and Duane didn't provide a good description. He did report that Coleen wasn't wearing a bra and her large breasts bounced a lot. When she bent over, she showed most of her breasts as well as her bikini panties. Her flowing dark tresses made her look like a Greek goddess. Robert showed the girls where everything was. The caterer had brought food and stocked the bar. A quarter keg sat on a serving counter between the kitchen and the party room. The refrigerator had a good supply of chilled white wine as well as some prepared food that needed to be heated. Robert had more cases of drinks in a storeroom in the back. Robert said that he would take care of any food preparation leaving the girls free to serve the men. Robert said, "Make sure the guy's glasses are never empty. You can carry in the food as I get it ready. Make sure that they are happy and the whole evening will go without a hitch." Coleen asked, "So where is the stripper?" Robert said, "Stripper?" Coleen replied, "It's a bachelor party isn't it? Every bachelor party I ever heard of had a stripper." Robert said, "Well every stripper for a hundred miles is booked, so no stripper. We'll just have to make do." Coleen said, "Well, I can always jump up on the coffee table and dance a little." Robert said, "Go fo it, Coleen. Even I'd like to see that." Jean huffed, "I signed up to serve food and drinks. I'm not interested in dancing." Robert pleaded, "Come on Jean. I know how much you like to dance. At least dance with the groom. As long as he has a good time, the party will be a success." Before Jean could reply, the doorbell rang. The party was about to begin. There were eight rowdy guys at the door. Duane told me that he and the groom were surprised at the sight of two gorgeous women that they knew from school. It was a small town and everyone in the room knew each other. Of course everyone knew Coleen. Robert was just enough older that he didn't know the partygoers. However, he did know several of their fathers from his party business. Lance and Duane looked sharp in sports coats and ties. The rest of the guys were more casually dressed. Most of the them had been on the football team. I've already mentioned Lance, the groom to be. He had a well-deserved reputation as a Casanova. He had made it his goal in life to fuck every good looking girl he ever met. Coleen said Lance was relentless and even the most modest girls succumbed to his charm. Coleen laughed and said she had capitulated more than once. According to Coleen, the handsome quarterback was a skilled lover and never left his partners unsatisfied. Instead, he often left them wanting more. Duane was tall and gangly. He had played wide receiver and was Lance's favorite target on the field. Off the field, Duane was Lance's wingman and a regular participant in Lance's debauchery. His Dad was a successful lawyer and a repeat customer of Robert's discreet services. Tyrell had played guard in high school and college. He was a big, strong Afro-American. His Dad was a doctor and Tyrell was in medical school. Aaron was a friend of the bride and he had been a cheerleader. He was still skinny and a loudmouth. He worked for his Dad, who ran a real estate business. The only other guy worth mentioning was the former tight end, Josh. He was shy and quiet. Everyone, except possibly Josh, knew that Coleen had her eyes on Josh. His dad owned a large department store in Ithaca. I won't bore you with the rest of the guy's names. When Duane saw Jean, he couldn't help but repeat a stale old joke from high school. Jean had been a flag girl in the marching band. I don't mean the girls who twirl brightly colored flags as part of the band's routine. Jean's duty was to carry the American flag. She complained that all she got to do was march in step and make sure the flag never hit the ground or brushed over a band member. Aaron said, "Hey Jean, has your belly button returned to normal yet?" Jean glared at Aaron. She had suffered throughout high school being teased that she carried the pole holding the American flag in her belly button. "Come on Aaron. Haven't you gotten tired of that insipid joke yet? I obviously carried the flag in a leather holster." Aaron laughed and said, "I've never heard a girl refer to her pussy as a leather holster. So same question, has your leather holster returned to normal?" Jean spun away and walked to the kitchen. Several of the guys whistled as her dress swirled high around her hips. Lance said, "Come on guys, this is supposed to be my party. I want everyone, including Jean and Coleen, to have fun. If you cannot be nice to these lovely ladies, I'd like you to leave now." Jean looked back at Lance and gave him a smile in gratitude. Robert handed her a tray of appetizers. Coleen had taken drink orders and was supplying the guys as fast as she could. When she handed Lance a glass of wine, he put his arm around her waist and gave her a warm kiss. "Nice to see you, Coleen. Now go get a drink for you and Jean." Jean replied, "I don't drink while I'm working." Lance said, "Nonsense Jean. This is my party and I want everyone to have fun. It won't hurt to have one and loosen up a little." Aaron said, "Don't get Jean too loose or the flag pole will just slip out." Coleen returned from the kitchen with two tall cocktails and handed one to Jean. She laughed and said, Your brother thought you might like some Sex on the Beach." The guys laughed and Jean blushed. Lance said, "Go on Jean, you know you want some." Coleen didn't mention that Robert said that he'd made the large drinks extra strong. The fruit juices easily masked the extra vodka. Coleen said, "Go ahead Jean, it's delicious." Jean took a sip and had to agree with Coleen. It was a very refreshing combination fruit juices. Lance said, "Everyone has a drink and something to eat so we'd like Jean and Coleen to sit with us. Otherwise, we'll spend the night sharing old football war stories. Lance patted the sofa next to him and said, "Come on Jean help the groom celebrate his last hours of freedom." Jean squeezed in between Lance and Duane. She tugged her skirt down and kept her knees together to avoid flashing her skimpy panties. She was thankful that the dress wasn't any shorter than mid-thigh. Lance casually draped an arm around Jean's bare shoulders. He held a bacon wrapped scallop up to Jean's mouth and said, "Although I'd rather be kissing your lips, let me put something delicious in that pretty mouth of yours." Jean Saves Her Brother's Ass Jean blushed again as she opened her mouth to accept the tasty morsel. She washed the salty bite down with a big gulp of the cocktail. Lance fed her appetizers until she finished her drink. Lance yelled, "Hey Robert can you whip up a couple more drinks for the ladies?" Lance squeezed Jean's thigh just above her knee and said, "Coleen can get up easier, let her fetch the drinks." Coleen got up and walked to the kitchen counter with an exaggerated sway to her curvaceous hips. The light from the kitchen silhouetted her luscious body through her skimpy dress. Coleen made a couple of trips to bring the guys more drinks as well as two more tall cocktail glasses and a large platter of raw oysters. When she handed the drink to Jean, she leaned over the back of the couch to whisper in Jean's ear. Coleen was in a party mood and her whisper was easily heard by to everyone. "Jean, your brother made this drink special for us. It's another fruit cocktail but even better than Sex on the Beach." "Coleen, what could be better than Sex on the Beach." Coleen laughed, "Robert said its called 1-900-FUK-MEUP." Jean winced at the crude name but took a tentative sip anyway. "Robert's right. It is delicious." Aaron started a chant and the rest of the guys picked it up, "Chug, chug, chug." Coleen stood up to gulp down the strong drink. She tilted her head back to drain the last drop. The guys cheered. Coleen sat down in Tyrell's lap and said to Jean, "Come on, girlfriend. Show us how it's done." Jean was already feeling the effects of the first cocktail. Her resolve to stay sober was crumbling fast. She remembered all of the good times she had had with Coleen when they snuck into bars despite being underage. It wasn't like these guys were strangers. They were all old friends from high school out to celebrate their friends coming wedding. Lance said, "Come on, Jean. Help an old classmate celebrate. I want everyone to have a good time." Jean thought, 'Well, Robert wants us to keep the groom happy.' She stood up and chugged her drink. When she tilted her head back, she started to sway. Lance's hand on her upper thigh held her steady. Jean felt a warm glow in her abdomen from the drink and Lance's firm hand. Jean held the glass over her head and gave a shimmy, "Tada." When she sat back down, Lance's arm was around her waist. He held an oyster shell to her mouth. He said, "I know some people swallow an oyster whole, but I feel that is a waste. I recommend chewing slowly and savoring the flavor of the sea. It's nearly as good as sex on the beach." Jean took her time to relish the oyster. While she chewed, Lance wiped the juices from her chin. He offered her a draft beer to wash it down. Lance asked, "Do you want more?" "Yes, please." After feeding Jean several oysters, he said, "You know what they say about oysters being an aphrodisiac?" Jean giggled, "I think they would be a waste on you." Lance cocked his head and asked, "What do you mean?" "I'm pretty sure that your sex drive doesn't need a boost." Lance and Duane both laughed. Duane tilted Jean's face toward him and tried for a kiss. Jean pushed him back and said, "Down boy. It's not your party." Duane yelled to Robert, "Hey, Robert, my dad says you have some Primo. Can we get a few joints for the party? Just put it on my tab." Robert came over with two small plates. Each had four fat joints. Robert said, "Your dad already has everything covered including the joints. There is more if you want, but this Primo is the best shit available and it's amped. Just sit back and enjoy the show." Several guys lit up a joint. Lance took a deep hit and passed it to Jean. She was familiar with the potent weed Robert had shared with her husband Steve and her. She was puzzled by his comment that it was amped. She expected that the strong weed would send everyone into dreamland. If so it would be the easiest party ever. The marijuana hit hard as she expected but after a few moments of peaceful enjoyment of the music, she felt a growing excitement. The party became more lively and everyone was talking enthusiastically. Jean felt a sensual warmth spreading through her body. Aaron turned to Coleen and said, "Hey Coleen, you know how to shotgun a joint don't you?" Coleen laughed, "Sure, baby." Coleen put the lit joint in her mouth backward and practically jumped onto Aaron's lap. She was straddling Aaron as she leaned in and blew the potent smoke into his lungs. She sat back as Aaron held his breath. Coleen's hips gyrated almost imperceptibly against Aaron's loins. Aaron exhaled sharply and gasped for breath. When he nodded, Coleen leaned in and pressed her lips against Aaron's mouth and blew another load of Primo into his lungs. Her hands held his head tight as she pressed her large breasts against Aaron's chest. Aaron's hands were clasping Coleen's ass supposedly to steady her, but really he was just copping a feel. Coleen moved to Josh's lap next. Lance turned to Jean and said, "Do you know how to do a shotgun? I think it would be really nice." "I'm not as good as Coleen, but I can manage. Just watch your hands. No groping the gunner." Lance laughed, "OK, deal." Jean straddled Lance's lap and leaned forward to blow into Lance's mouth. Her hands cupped his handsome face and closed her eyes to avoid Lance's penetrating gaze. He kept his hands steady on the sides of Jean's waist. Jean sat back down on Lance's lap and squirmed when she felt his erection poking into her sensitive areas. Lance exhaled and said, "That was great. Can I have another, please?" Jean rose up to give Lance another hit. This time, one of his hands ran up her bare back and pulled her tight against his muscular chest. When she finished, she pulled back from Lance's embrace. He took the joint from her mouth and set it aside. He pulled Jean's mouth against his and blew the smoke from his lungs into Jean's mouth. She inhaled and felt a rush. Lance's tongue pushed into her mouth and he kissed her hard. His hand held the back of her head as he kissed her hard. His hand was playing with the clasp of her bra. Jean pushed back against his chest as she struggled to free herself. He stopped kissing her and let her sit back on his lap. Jean said, "Please don't Lance. I'm married now and I can't do this." Lance said, "Sorry Jean. I'd never make you do anything against your will. I just got carried away with the weed. That was a sweet kiss." Robert yelled from the kitchen, "Hey Jean can you get some more long-necked beers from the storeroom and put them on ice?" Lance helped Jean to her feet and said, "Later." The mix of Primo and high-octane cocktails made Jean unsteady on her feet. The lights were unnaturally bright. And the walls seemed to be breathing as she walked in slow motion. She made it to the back room and picked up a case of beer. When she turned around, she saw that Lance had followed her. Lance said, "We have some unfinished business." Jean said, "I don't know what you mean?" "Sure you do. I'm talking about our session in the history classroom when you were a sophomore." Jean remembered their encounter very well. It was one of her favorite masturbation fantasies. Lance had sweet talked her into an empty classroom during the fifth period. She remembered making out passionately. Lance's hands were all over her. She had decided that it was the perfect time to lose her virginity and who could ask for a better partner than the most popular and most handsome guy in school. Lance's hands were under her dress when some kids entered the room. Jean and Lance were standing in the back of the darkened room. Jean quickly straightened her clothes as the fluorescent lights flickered on. A teacher asked if they were there for History Club. Jean stammered that they were looking for the Math Club. The teacher directed them to a room across the hall. There were no free rooms and Lance's spell was broken. Lance had to go to football practice and somehow the opportunity never presented itself again. Jean laughed, "I'm surprised you remember that. It was over eight years ago and it's too late for that kind of shenanigan now. I'm married and you will be in two days." Lance laughed, "You have a better memory than I do. I'm sure you remember that I never take no for an answer from a pretty girl. You were pretty then, but now you are beautiful." Jean was trying to move around Lance and get to the door. She continued the banter to distract him. Jean said, "I was just a skinny kid then. I was flat as a board." Lance said, "Like I said, you were pretty and very eager back then. Now your body has filled out and you are beautiful. I'm not going to force you, but at least let me kiss you before I get married and lose my freedom." Lance took the case of beer from Jean and sat it on the floor. He moved forward and grasped her upper arms. He pulled her trembling body towards him and kissed her hard on the lips. At first she tried to pull her mouth away but Lance held her in his embrace until her body relaxed. Jean moaned and responded to the kiss. Jean tried not to think of what she had missed eight years ago. Lance pulled back and stared into Jean's eyes. He released her arms and gave her a warm smile. "Your kisses were very sweet long ago, but now you kiss like a woman, a very beautiful woman. I want just one kiss where you are not forced. If you want, you can kiss me like an old friend." Lance was breathing deeply as he stood still with only inches separating their bodies. Jean's eyes roamed over Lance's muscular body. She lost herself in his deep blue eyes and she leaned against his chest. She wrapped her hands in his blond hair and drew his mouth down to hers. Lance's hands enfolded Jean's body in his embrace. He opened his mouth and his tongue met hers. Jean was lost in her fantasy about a young girl and a handsome quarterback passionately kissing in a classroom long ago. Thoughts of her boyfriend interrupted her daydream and she pulled away with Lance's arms still around her back. "Lance, I'm sorry, but I can't do anymore. I wish you the best and hope you have as wonderful a marriage as I do." "I understand, Jean. I'm satisfied. I'm not that cocky young quarterback anymore." "Thanks for understanding. I think I just wanted to see if your kiss was as wonderful as I remembered." "Thanks, Jean. Your kiss was even better than I remember. Nearly everything about this party is perfect." "So what's wrong with the party?" "Well Jean, it's your outfit. It's fantastic except for one small detail." "I don't understand." "Jean, the back of your bra ruins the look. Your back is supposed to be bare down to your waist." Jean laughed, "Steve had the same complaint last New Years Eve." Lance said, "Then it's unanimous. We need to fix it at once." Lance's fingers found the clasp and expertly unfastened the strapless bra. He gently pulled the bra down and out the side of her dress. He tossed the bra aside. Jean looked down at her hard nipples pushing against the thin fabric of her dress. Her firm breasts were scarcely covered by the skimpy dress. Jean brought her hands up to cover her breasts. Lance said, "Why are you so modest? You have a beautiful body and you are showing a lot less than most women when they are shopping at the mall. Hell, Coleen is showing a lot more." Lance just stared into Jean's eyes only inches away. When Jean began to lower her hands, Lance grasped her wrists and raised them over her head. He pushed her against the wall and lowered his mouth to her breast. His eager lips brushed the thin top aside. He sucked her bare breast into his mouth and flicked his tongue across the sensitive nipple. Jean moaned, "Lance, please stop. Please no." Lance ignored Jean's pleading and moved his mouth to Jean's other breast. Jean was twisting in his grasp. She was saying no, but she was arching her back to push her breast into Lance's mouth. Lance released Jean's hands and dropped them to her waist. Jean's freed hands found the back of Lance's head and pulled his hard against her heaving breast. Lance's hands pulled her silky dress up to her waist and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. He pushed them down her thighs and they fell to the floor. Jean squealed when Lance's fingers slid along her wet pussy slit. "Lance no, please don't." Jean's body jerked when his fingertips brushed across her clit. She jerked again when he pushed two fingers into the depths of her moist vagina. Lance held his hand still and Jean started to hump against his fingers. His other hand was caressing her firm ass. His lips were wrapped around her hard nipple. "Please stop! Oh God, I can't. Lance no, no no..." Jean's body shuddered as she came on Lance's strong fingers. Before she recovered, Lance grasped her left leg and pulled it up. Jean's eyes flew open and she struggled when she felt his bare penis pushing against the entrance to her vagina. Robert shouted, "Hey Coleen, Jean, where is the damn beer. I asked for it nearly a half an hour ago. Come on girls. Chop! Chop!" Robert continued, "Lance, you are wanted back at the party. The guys have some porn movies for you to watch. They said something about telling you about the birds and the bees before your wedding night." Jean looked up and saw that Coleen was standing in the doorway. Robert had sent Coleen to help Jean with the beer when he thought she was taking too much time. Coleen had been watching nearly the whole time. When I got Coleen to tell me about the party, she seemed to think that I should be proud of how Jean handled herself in the storeroom. I was pissed that Coleen just watched while Lance finger fucked my wife. Robert thought Lance was waiting politely for Jean to leave the room first. Actually he was standing on Jean's panties. Her bra had landed behind some boxes. Jean straightened her slinky dress and picked up the case of beer. She went to the kitchen with Coleen. "Coleen, Why didn't you help me?" "I remembered when you told me about being alone with Lance in the History classroom. You kept talking about how much you had wanted him. I thought you were just fulfilling your fantasy. If you'd really needed help, I would have jumped in. I know you kept saying no, but your body was shouting yes. Boy, talk about giving a mixed message. Lance just picked up on what he wanted to hear." Jean and Tina had to rush around to refill drinks and bring out the next course of finger food. Aaron was showing a porn video when Lance came back into the room. Aaron pointed to the screen showing two girls doing one guy. The guy was lying on his back and one girl was riding his cock. The other girl was grinding her pussy against the lucky guy's mouth. Aaron said, "Hey you girls ever do a two on one?" Jean blushed when Tina laughed and said, "Maybe." Jean remembered going with Coleen to a frat party a year ago. As usual when Coleen was involved, things got out of control. Way out of control. Now that she was married, Jean didn't want a repeat performance. She waved off some suggestive comments from the guys. Fortunately, Coleen did not elaborate on her maybe. Duane followed the girls into the kitchen. Duane huddled with Robert and the girls in the kitchen. "Lance has a good buzz on, but we need to get the groom drunk on his ass and naked. I want to make sure we have embarrassing pictures to show to his bride to be, Sandra. Robert, can you make his drinks stronger? The girls can help me get a drinking game going. Don't worry, I'll make sure Lance loses. I promise that I won't pick on the girls." Jean and Coleen went back to the group and sat down. Coleen sat in Josh's lap while Jean squeezed between Lance and Duane. Lance put his arm around Jean and moved his hand to the side of her dress. He hand was on her bare hip and his fingers brushed against her abdomen. Duane announced, "I'd like to suggest a card game. It's called Bullshit and I know some of you are experts. Since some of you are drinking beer, we'll ask everyone to switch to your choice of hard liquor for the game. If you lose, you drink a half shot. The ladies are drinking cocktails, so we'll have them drink a shot of their cocktail. OK?" Someone cheered and everyone accepted the idea. Duane continued, "For those of you who have not played, here are the rules. We'll deal out all of the cards and play starts with aces. The first player lays down all of their aces in front of them and announces the total. Now the player can actually lay down any kind of cards they want. For obvious reasons, I wouldn't suggest trying to lay down five aces. If someone thinks the player is lying, they shout bullshit. The player turns over the cards they just played. If he told the truth, the challenger takes a drink, If the player was lying, they take a drink. Whoever takes a drink also has to pick up the stack of cards. If no one challenges the player, the cards just go into the stack in the middle of the table. Play continues with kings, queens, etc. When we get to 2, we go back to aces. Any questions?" Jean said, "So how do you win?" Duane said, "You win if you get rid of all of your cards. Oh, and the losers all have to take a drink. Any other questions?" There were no other questions. Duane hesitated and said, "Just to make it interesting, every ever time someone loses a challenge, you have to take off an item of clothing as well as take a drink." Jean said, "Well then, I cannot play." Duane was puzzled. He had told the girls that the object was to trick Lance. He looked at Jean and said, "Jean, don't be a party pooper. I'm sure you'll do better than a bunch of drunks. What's the problem?" Jean glared at Lance and said, "Why don't you ask Lance?" Lance laughed and fished Jean's lacy, black panties from his pocket and held them up. "Maybe, this is what Jean means?" Jean shrieked and tried to reach for her underwear. Lance's hand on her hip held her firmly in place. "Damn it, Lance, give them here!" Lance tossed the delicate item to Aaron, who was lighting a joint. Aaron raised the panties to his nose and made a show of inhaling deeply. Lance said, "Burn 'em." Aaron lit the lacy material and dropped it in an ash tray. Most of the panties burst into flames. The only thing that did not burn was the crotch of jean's underwear. Aaron said, "Sorry, Lance, that part was soaking wet." Jean punched Lance in the shoulder, "Asshole." Lance laughed when he saw that Jean couldn't hide her grin. Duane said, "OK if one of the girls lose a challenge, they have the option of dancing on the coffee table. Now, gather around." The guys moved the other couch and some chairs around the square table in front of Lance. Duane dealt out the cards. With ten players, everyone only got five cards. The two extra cards went into the stack in the center of the table. Since Jean was to his left, she went first. Duane said, "Jean, got any aces?" Jean didn't have any aces so she took a pair of kings and laid them on the table. "I have two aces." Tyrell bellowed, "Bullshit!" Jean winced at his loud shout. Duane turned over Jean's cards and said, "Drink up Jean." Jean poured part of her cocktail into the shot glass Duane provided and chugged her penalty. Duane handed Jean the two kings as well as the cards from the stack. He put his hand on Jean's bare thigh and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Take it easy. The idea is to get Lance drunk. I rigged the game so don't play an aggressive game." Duane gave Jean's leg a squeeze and sat back. He left his hand clasping the middle of Jean's leg. Jean Saves Her Brother's Ass Duane said, "Lance, got any kings?" Lance laid down a card and said, "One." Jean looked at the two kings in her hand and the number of players. She yelled, "Bullshit!" Lance laughed and turned over the card. It was a king. Duane said, "You owe us a dance." Aaron went over and changed the music tape. Cream's 'Outside Woman Blues' began playing. Duane held Jean's hand as she climbed onto the tabletop. The singer was lamenting that he was having trouble keeping track of his wife while playing around with his outside woman. The song has a pounding beat. Jean was worried that she would fall if she did any fancy footwork. Instead, she shook her hips and torso to the beat. Her nipples were hard and her breasts jiggled very obviously under the silky dress. Jean hoped that the bottom of the dress was tight enough to hide her bare pussy. She turned to face Lance and did a shimmy as she drew her hands through her blond hair. Her right leg was exposed through the slit of her dress. She bent over and shook her breasts in his face. Jean sang along with the song. "You know you can't watch your wife and your outside women too 'Cause when you're out with your women, your wife will be at home Cooking your food, doing your dirt, buddy what you trying to do?" When the song ended, she shook her finger in Lance's face and repeated, "Buddy what you trying to do?" When she stepped off of the table, she was hot and sweaty. The guys cheered as she drained the last of her cocktail. Coleen went to the kitchen to fetch a refill. Jean flopped back on the couch between Lance and Duane. She realized the bottom of her dress had risen up several inches. It was now near the top of her thighs. She tried to tug it down, but Lance had a firm grasp on the waist of her dress. Jean hissed in Lance's ear, "Damn it, Lance, are you trying to flash my pussy to everyone?" "Not everyone, Jean. I'm only trying to show Tyrell what great legs you have." Jean looked across the table at Tyrell. He had a big grin on his dusky face. He gave Jean a thumbs up as he licked his lips. Jean blushed and pressed her thighs together. Duane put his large hand on Jean's upper thigh and whispered in her ear, "Now would you just stop challenging people. I only have the game under control as long as you don't mess up my strategy." Duane left his hand on Jean's thigh and brushed his fingers over the soft flesh of her inner thigh. He worked his hand higher and higher. Jean grabbed his hand to hold it still. While Jean attention was focused on Duane's mischievous hand, play continued around the table. By the time the game made it around the first time, Lance had lost two challenges. After each loss, he paid his penalty before giving Jean a passionate kiss, supposedly for luck. Lance also seemed to believe that groping her breasts was part of the ritual. The rest of the time, he seemed relaxed as he idly ran his hand up and down the side of Jean's torso. His hand moved a little farther under her dress with each pass. Jean squirmed as his fingers brushed across the side of her bare breast. He made a long sweep down to her hip and paused before running up again. When brushed across her nipple, he pinched her firm nub between his fingers and tugged. Jean shrieked and twisted to face Lance. Her hand tugged his away from her tender breast. She held her ring finger in his face and said, "Stop it, Lance! Behave yourself. You know I'm a married woman." "Ah, Jean I'm just teasing. It's my last party as a free man and I'm entitled to a few liberties." "And I've let you take too many liberties. Hell, your hands have been all over me since you got here. Just remember that there is a line you don't cross." Lance put his hand behind Jean's head and pulled her lips toward his and gave Jean a short kiss. He pulled back and said, "OK I'll behave." Jean squealed as Duane used the opportunity to move his hand all of the ways up the inside of Jean's thigh and caress her moist pussy. She spun back to Duane and shouted, "And that goes for you double, Duane. You're not even the groom." Jean sat back in a huff to the catcalls and laughter of the rest of the party. Play proceeded and Duane said, "OK Aaron, got any kings?" Aaron laid three cards on the table and said, "I've got three kings." Duane squeezed Jean's thigh hard to stop her, but she shouted, "Bullshit!" Duane groaned as Jean beat Lance to the challenge. Probably everyone at the table knew that Jean had tried to play two kings earlier. Jean gasped when Aaron turned over three kings. Duane swept up the stack and handed it to Jean. He said, "Drink up, Jean." Jean stared blankly at Duane as he said, "Guess you slipped in a king when you were supposed to play fours. Nice move, Jean." Jean looked at the five kings in her hand and laughed. She filled a shot glass from her cocktail and downed it. Jean said, "I think it's Lance's turn," Play continued until Tyrell got rid of his cards and everyone drank a shot. Duane shuffled and dealt another round. By the time they played several rounds, Lance was bombed and wearing nothing but his boxers. The rest of the guys had lost clothes but not as many as Lance. Coleen had lost everything except for a skimpy thong. Jean had watched her friend hop from one guy's lap to the next. Her friend was trying to keep the rest of the party happy while Jean focused on the groom and best man. Coleen did not seem to mind the guy's hands running over her body as she kissed each of them passionately. She was playing the consummate party girl while managing to give Josh extra attention. Instead of removing her panties when she lost the last challenge, Coleen performed a sensual dance on the coffee table. She selected Santana's "Black Magic Woman." The guys roared when Santana sang the lines: "Don't turn your back on me baby 'Cause you just might pick up my magic stick." When Jean lost a challenge, she had no choice but to dance for the guys. Removing her dress would have left her nude and was definitely not an option. Aaron selected a Rolling Stones cover of the song "Shake Your Hips." "Don't move your head, Don't move your hands, Don't move your lips, Just shake your hips. Do the hip shake, babe, Do the hip shake, babe, Shake your hip, babe, Shake your hip, babe." Jean blushed when her tight skirt rose up and she flashed a lot of leg climbing onto the coffee table. She tried to stay in the middle of the coffee table for her dance to avoid exposing her bare ass and pussy. Even so, the slit in her skirt showed her lean thigh up to and just beyond her bikini tan line. She pushed her hands into her hair as she worked her hips to the beat of the music. Her breasts bounced in sync with her shaking hips. Jean could feel her hard nipples rubbing against the silky dress. She ignored the catcalls from the guys challenging her to take off the dress or sit on their face. Jean and Coleen both found themselves dancing on the coffee table repeatedly as the game progressed. Aaron seemed to be uninterested in Duane's plan to get Lance drunk and naked. Aaron was focused on getting the girls drunk and dancing, even if it meant preventing Duane from making Lance lose a hand. Aaron seemed frustrated that he couldn't get either of the girls to remove any more clothes. Of course, Jean only had on a dress and high heels. Coleen's dress did little to hide her bikini panties and removing them was not an option for her. Lance said something to Duane and his best man staggered over to the kitchen and talked to Robert. Jean's brother came out to the group carrying a couple of mirrors. Each had two lines of cocaine and a rolled up bill. He placed one in front of Lance and the other in front of Duane. Robert said, "I'll serve the rest of you next." Lance and Duane snorted their lines and waited as Robert served the rest of the guys. Lance said, "Robert, don't forget the ladies." Jean said, "That's OK, I don't need any." Lance said, "Nonsense, Jean, the parties just getting started. It will give you a lift. If you pass out now, who is going to keep us company?" Coleen said, "Yeah Jean, don't leave me with all of the work. You're the one who talked me into doing this party." Jean laughed, OK, OK, but as I remember it, Coleen, I didn't have to twist your arm to work the party." Robert brought in a mirror for both Coleen and Jean. Jean snorted a line up one nostril and barely finished the second before it hit. She slumped back into the couch and the waiting hands of the groom and best man. Damn, the cocaine was strong. She guessed that Robert didn't cut his snow much for good customers. She felt energized and smugly confident. She could handle these dumb jocks for the next couple of hours. Jean looked over at Coleen giving Josh a lap dance. Her friend had lost her dress and was only wearing her bikini underwear. Josh was down to his boxers and Coleen was grinding against his erection. The shy tight end was caressing Coleen's large breasts as he sucked on one firm nipple then the other. Jean closed her eyes as she felt Duane's hand caressing her inner thigh. The best man's fingers were sending small shocks of electricity into the core of her being. The most resistance that Jean could manage was a quiet whimper, "Please Lance, I'm a married woman. Please stop. Please don't, please, please, oh God please..." She rubbed her thighs together and wriggled in Lance's firm grasp. Lance's left hand was under her dress caressing her bare breast. The groom's other hand was stroking her tingling stomach while working its way down her firm abdomen. Duane's hand pulled on her knee and Jean's trembling thighs fell apart. Jean tried to draw her legs together, but Lance's foot was wrapped around her other ankle. Jean ground her ass into the cushion as Lance's fingers teased her pubic hair. Jean moaned into Lance's mouth as he spread his fingers and ran one down the outside of each of her pussy lips. As he drew his fingers back up, he dragged them along her wet slit. Jean trembled when Lance rubbed his fingers over her clit. She arched her back when Duane plunged two fingers into the depths of her wet vagina. Jean shuddered as Lance lightly pinched her clit and jiggled her sensitive nub. Duane's fingers stroked across her G-spot and Jean's body shook with a warm orgasm. In the back of her mind, Jean knew if she screamed Robert would rescue her. However, something in Jean welcomed the idea that she had no choice. She could enjoy this intense pleasure and still maintain a belief in her fidelity to her husband. The two friends continued to caress Jean's body as she came down from her climax. Her eyes slowly opened to see the rest of the guys standing around with leering faces. They were standing shoulder to shoulder, blocking Robert's view of his sister's predicament. Their eyes were focused on her moist pussy. Her dress had been pushed up to her hips and the only things hiding her body were the guys hands still working her sensitive folds. Jean shrieked and struggled to her feet. The alcohol and cocaine made her feel like she was floating as she tottered to the bathroom on her high heel shoes. She frantically tugged her dress down her legs. Everyone was watching as she left the room. So much for her conviction that she could handle the guys. She sat in the bathroom and cried. Eventually, she stood up and fixed her hair and makeup. She dried her pussy as best she could and straightened her dress. Perhaps she could say she was ill and had to leave. A light knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. "Jean, it's your brother. Are you OK? You've been in there for over half an hour." Jean unlocked the door and let Robert in. "Sorry, Bob, things got out of control. I think I'll stay here until everyone leaves." Robert pleaded, "The party is almost over. They played some more Bullshit and Duane finally succeeded in getting Lance to pass out. Duane just wants to take some compromising pictures of the groom with either you or Coleen. It's a bachelor party tradition. They promise to leave as soon as they get their money shot. Duane said he'd make sure the pictures don't show your face. It's really important if we want a good recommendation. Unfortunately, Coleen abducted Josh and has him in the bedroom with the door locked. You're my only hope. I promise to keep and eye out and make sure you're safe." Jean said, "OK, but make sure that they understand, I won't do any nude shots." Robert said, "You're the best. I have to get back and serve another round of drinks." Jean said, "I need to fix my makeup. I'll b out in a couple of minutes." When Jean rejoined the party, she saw that Lance was passed out on the floor completely naked, stretched out on his back. Jean felt her body react to the gorgeous quarterback who had been the object of so many of her high school fantasies. As her eyes roamed over his body, she realized she was trying to memorize every detail of his naked body. She would be well prepared if she ever needed an image to enhance her sex life. But for now she felt a growing moisture between her legs. Duane said, "Thanks Jean for everything tonight. I'm sorry if we got carried away earlier. You and Coleen have made this party one that we'll remember for the rest of our lives. Coleen is taking Josh's virginity, so you are my only hope. Lance is completely out, so it should be safe to pose some risque shots." Jean knelt down and gave Lance a hard shake. Lance's body felt lifeless and the former quarterback didn't even manage a moan. Jean was concerned that perhaps Duane had given Lance too much to drink. She checked his pulse and was relieved to find it was steady but slow. Duane brought out a drink for Jean and said, "I think you can use this to steady your nerves." "Well, you've got that right. Thanks, Duane." Still on her knees, Jean took the cocktail and gulped down the fruity concoction. The intense sweetness of the fruit juices hid a double shot of vodka. It also covered the taste of a couple of Valiums that Duane stirred into the mix. Jean looked at Duane and said, "OK what do you want me to do?" "Let's start with some easy shots and see where it goes. Just lean over and take Lane's head in your hands. Give Lance a kiss and hold it." Jean laughed, "It'll be the first time we kiss where he isn't groping me." The flash of the camera made Jean realize that someone had also been taking pictures earlier when Lance and Duane used her body so freely. "I'd like to review the photos before you show them to the Sandra." "Sure Jean. I'll have them ready the day before the wedding. I can run them over before the wedding party dinner." "Now how about straddling Lance and giving him a kiss." Jean straddled Lance's body and tucked the back of her dress under her butt before sitting on his abdomen. The front of her dress flared over Lance's muscular chest. The pose made it anybody's guess what was happening under Jean's dress. She leaned over and kissed Lance's unresponsive lips. Duane took a couple of pictures. "You look great Jean, but these shots are so innocent that Sandra will just laugh it off." Jean was well aware of the practice of taking embarrassing pictures of the groom. She had seen far worse at bachelor parties during her waitressing days in college. Jean said, "Well for once I agree with you, but I'm not sure how far I want to go. I certainly will not do any nude shots." Aaron said, "How about a shot with Jean on her back and Lance between her legs. She can keep her dress on, but Lance's naked butt will convince Sandra that her future husband is screwing a party girl." Duane looked at Jean and said, "Please Jean, that would be perfect." "Well OK, but it's the last pose." Jean laid down on the floor beside Lance. She was careful to keep her dress covering her legs. Aaron had the big guard, Tyrell, place Lance on top of Jean. She cautiously spread her legs and raised her knees. The slit along her right thigh exposed her trim leg up to her hip. Her ass cheek was visible flattened against the thick carpet. Lance's naked body was separated from her pussy by only the thin material of her silky dress. Duane took a couple of shots showing Jean's bare leg and Lance's naked ass. Duane paused and said, "Can I make a small adjustment?" Duane did not wait for an answer as he took Lance's inert hand and pushed it under the top of Jean's dress. Jean squeaked, "Hey, What's the idea?" Duane replied, "You know Lance. There is no way he'd screw a chick without groping her breasts. Don't worry. All you can see is his hand disappearing under your top." Duane took a couple more shots and Jean thought they were done. "OK, now get this corpse off of me." Aaron said, "Hold on. The shots are pretty good, but somehow they are not convincing." Duane said, "I thought the last one was perfect." Aaron said, "Sandra knows all about Lance's long history of conquests. She also knows his sexual preferences in intimate detail. This pose is too much like a casual fling with the girl next door." Jean said, "Too bad, Aaron. I'm still not doing any nude shots. It's bad enough with Lance's hand on my boob." Aaron replied, "OK, OK, I understand no nudes. We just need something to convince Sandra that it's not posed. I have it. We can use a prop that shows Lance is up to his usual tricks." Duane said, "What do you have in mind?" Aaron picked up Lance and Duane's neckties from the floor. "We keep the current pose, but we tie Jean's hands together around the leg of the couch. It will be classic Lance dominance of a woman. Sandra will flip." Duane looked at Jean and said, "I agree that shot would get under Sandra's skin. Jean, what do you think? One more pose and we're done. Please, pretty please." Jean wasn't a big fan of the bride to be. She remembered being tormented by Sandra and her popular friends throughout high school. She would like to see the look on Sandra's face when she saw a photo of her husband to be fucking a bound party girl. Jean said, "OK, I'll try to give you my best damsel in distress facial expression." Aaron clapped his hands and knelt next to Jean. "I'll tie them loose since they are just a prop." Aaron tied an end of the necktie to each of her wrists. Tyrell moved a couch close to Jean's head and lifted the corner. Aaron slipped the loop of the tie around the leg of the couch. Tyrell pulled the couch away stretching Jean's arms tight over her head. Jean realized her body was becoming aroused by the contact with Lance's beautiful naked body and the feeling of helplessness from being bound. Jean was puzzled as Tyrell moved the other couch near her feet. Aaron tied the other necktie around one of her ankles. "What are you doing? You just said the wrists." Aaron said, "Uhm, artistic license? Relax, I don't think Sandra would be fooled for long by just tying up your arms." Aaron pulled Jean's left leg straight out at an angle to her body and knotted the tie to the leg of the second couch. Jean's right knee was still bent with Lance lying between her legs. Her lean dancer's thigh was exposed by the slit. Jean contorted her face into her best imitation of a woman being raped. Duane took a shot from the right side before bending down and pulling her dress up so the slit went up above her hip. Jean said, "OK, that's far enough. Just take your shot and untie me." Duane said, "Great, I've wanted to untie you all night." Duane knelt beside Jean and worked on the double knot of her spaghetti straps. Jean struggled against her bonds and began to panic when she realized the neckties were tied tight. Jean Saves Her Brother's Ass "Stop it, Duane. Damn it, I said no nudity. We're done." Duane laughed as he pulled the freed straps from around her neck. Tyrell helped Duane lift Lance off of Jean's chest while Duane skimmed her silky dress to her waist. Aaron grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it down to her bound foot. Jean screamed for her brother, "Oh God, stop it! Robert, help!" The guys standing around joined Duane and Aaron as they laughed at Jean's plight. Duane said, "It seems that Robert cannot hold his liquor. He's stuck in the bathroom." Aaron laughed, "Yean really stuck. We jammed pennies in the frame. You'd need a very large plumber's wrench to turn the door knob from the inside. I doubt he'll even try since he's sleeping like a baby with all the valium we slipped in his drink." Jean struggled against her bonds. Aaron had tied them tight. She became aware that Lance's cock was no longer flaccid. Her struggles were making his erection grow. It was pressing against her moist slit. Jean screamed when Lance's eyes opened and the groom smiled. She screamed again when he raised his hips up and rubbed his erection along her wet slit. Lance laughed, "Surprise!" Jean shook her head from side to side, "No, no, no. Oh God, please, no." Lance laughed, "Duane make sure you get some shots of my cock entering her pussy." "Lance please, my husband..." Lance brushed his erection along Jean's wet slit as he said, "Come on Jean, you know you want it. We both saw how your body responded in the back room. A few kisses and a light touch on your pussy and you came like a banshee. Hell, you went from zero to sixty faster than my Plymouth Barracuda. I bet you've been dreaming of this for years." "Please Lance, we're trying to have a baby. I'm not on the pill." "Well, what could be better. I've got the best genes in town. You can have your own little quarterback. If you don't want my baby, I know you're into women's liberation and know how to handle it." Lance slowly slid his cock down to the entrance to Jean's vagina. The tip of his cock parted her engorged labia. Jean was aware of a camera flash just before Lance rapidly thrust deep into her core. His hands gripped her ass cheeks as she struggled to escape his invading cock. Repeatedly he pulled out slowly, paused and then jammed his hard cock into Jean's tender vagina. "Please Lance, please stop. Please don't cum in me. Please take it out. Oh God no..." Jean cried as she felt her body betray her. His leisurely pace had melted her resistance. Her hips were rising to meet Lance's thrusts. She moaned into his mouth as he plunged his tongue into hers. His endurance was amazing, but he was a well-conditioned athlete. It certainly helped that he had already cum once in Coleen's sweet pussy while Jean was hiding in the bathroom. She felt close to an orgasm when Lance's body went rigid and he shot a load of cum against her cervix. Jean screamed. She looked at Lance in despair when he rolled off of her sweaty body. For years, she had fantasized about her interrupted assignation with Lance in the history classroom. This was not like the tender reveries that had accompanied her masturbation for so many years. Lance had used her and left her like some cheap fuck toy. Jean shrieked when Duane grabbed her right leg and pushed it to her chest. He shoved his cock into her drenched pussy and fucked her with short, rapid strokes. Her body shook with his thrusts. The sharp smell of sex filled her nostrils. Duane didn't last long before he climaxed. Duane rolled off and said, "Next." Jean cried in despair as she saw Lance's friends lined up to take her. Four guys fucked her before she even had a mild orgasm. Even then it hadn't been intentional and only happened because one of the guys bite her sensitive nipple while he was sucking on her breasts. Jean shivered when Tyrell bent down and tenderly brushed her sweaty hair from her face. Tyrell lifted the couch to free her hands and gently picked her up in his arms. Jean whispered, "Thank you, Ty." Tyrell laid her face down on the arm of the couch. Jean struggled when he fastened her still bound hands to a wooden decoration at the corner of the couch. Tyrell positioned Jean so that her hips were at the end of the armrest and her feet were on the floor. One of her feet was still tied to the leg of the couch. Cum from half a dozen men oozed from her distended vagina and ran down her quivering thighs. Jean moaned when Tyrell grabbed her by her hips, "No Ty, please don't." Jean bawled when Tyrell positioned his cock at the entrance to her vagina. He grunted as he shoved his long black cock all of the way in with one push. Jean shrieked as his fat cock stretched her once tight pussy. Tyrell paused with his cock touching Jean's cervix before starting to slowly fuck my wife. His hand found her clit and he strummed it in rhythm with the thrusting of his cock. Jean moaned with the intense stimulation. Her body reacted to the waves of pleasure throbbing from her pussy. Her hips moved to meet Tyrell. The slapping sound of their sweaty bodies coming together filled the room. Jean whimpered and her body shook with an intense orgasm. Tyrell barely paused for her to finish before he resumed thrusting into Jean. His fingertips flew across her overstimulated clit as he picked up the pace. Jean's eyes were closed tight as her body responded with one orgasm after another. She tried to imagine that it was her husband Steve fucking her fertile body. Her orgasms were coming closer and closer together and still the cock in her pussy kept hammering into her shaking body. She heard a familiar voice of a woman yammering in the throes of passion. She was shocked to realize it was her voice pleading for Tyrell to fuck her harder. Jean's pleasant reverie was suddenly broken by a large cock slapping her face. Her eyes flew open to see that the largest and fattest cock in the room didn't belong to one of the big football players. It was the proud possession of the skinny excheerleader, Aaron. "You can suck this while we're waiting for Tyrell to finish if he ever does." Jean's mouth was hanging open as she panted for breath under Tyrell's ceaseless assault. Aaron shoved the head of his cock into Jean's mouth and grabbed the hair on the back of her head. His monstrous cock stretched her lips. "Come on bitch, suck my cock." All of the pleasure from Tyrell's administrations evaporated as Aaron shoved his dick into the back of Jean's throat. She gagged as he rocked his hips back and forth driving the tip his cock into Jean's straining mouth. She found it hard to breathe as Aaron's cock plugged the back of her throat. Tyrell gave a bellow as his body shuddered. He held his cock deep in Jean's womb as he shot his seed against Jean's cervix. She felt her vagina clench hard over and over on Tyrell's cock. It was if her body was trying to milk every drop of his potent semen. Tyrell's limp cock slid of Jean's spasming vagina and more cum ran down Jean's legs. She felt several hands on her waist and heard a minor scuffle. Aaron cursed, "Out of the way asshole. It's my turn." Aaron moved around behind Jean's trembling hips and said, "Damn, your cunt is a fucking mess." Aaron scooped a mass of cum from one of Jean's thighs and poured it into her mouth. What didn't go into her mouth, he spread across her lips and cheeks. He caught another glob from Jean's other thigh and held it to her mouth. Aaron laughed in admiration of his humor. "Drink up, bitch. You need your protein. You may as well swallow these little guys that didn't manage to find one of your eggs." Aaron took another look at Jean's gaping vagina. "Fuck Jean, I knew you carried the flag pole in your snatch for marching band. Good thing because otherwise you'd need years of preparation for my dick." Aaron rubbed the tip of his cock up and down Jean's dripping slit and paused with it at the entrance to her vagina. Jean pleaded, "Aaron, please don't. You'll rip me in two. Oh God, noooo..." Aaron shoved hard and lodged a couple of inches of his massive cock in Jean's straining pussy. "Aaron, please stop. It's too much. I can't take it. Please, Aaron, please, please..." Aaron laughed again and pushed another couple of inches into Jean's vagina. "I love it when a woman begs for more." Aaron's hands held Jean in place as she struggled against his huge erection. Her efforts only seemed to stimulate his buried cock further. Aaron pulled back to the entrance of Jean's vagina and then pushed forward hard. He managed to lodge another couple of inches in her pussy. He was now deeper than most men had ever gone, but he had almost as much to go. He pulled back again. His fat cock dragged on her inner lips. He paused again. "No, please stop. No, no, noooo... Ahhh!" Aaron shoved forward hard. He was determined to bury all of his cock in the girl who had rejected his advances in high school. The fucking bitch had never laughed at his jokes about the flag pole. Hell, did she want him to beg for a date? Jean was panting hard from the strain. Her protests were reduced to incoherent yammering. She screamed when Aaron pushed forward and completely buried his cock. His pubic hair pressed against hers and his balls bounced against her ass. Aaron had watched Tyrell's performance and his fingers found Jean's clit. He caressed her sensitive nub as he slowly fucked his massive erection into Jean. He sped up his thrusts a little when he felt her vagina clench around his cock. Jean's body was shaking from one intense orgasm after another as well as the hard pounding from Aaron. What was once pain melted into intense pleasure. Jean's hips began to rise to meet Aaron's hammering of her womb. Aaron laughed and said, "That's it, bitch. You love it. No woman can ever get enough of my cock." Jean yelled, "Fuck you, Aaron. Stop playing around and fuck me. Fuck me hard, you nutless bastard." Aaron responded by slamming his cock into Jean. Every thrust caused Jean to grunt. Sweat was flying from Jean's hair as she shook her head from side to side. The smell of cum and hot, sweaty bodies filled the room. Aaron's endurance was phenomenal but eventually his large nuts contracted and he shot an enormous load of semen into her womb. Jean's labored breathing was coming in deep gasps. For awhile she thought she might have passed out. Aaron's flaccid cock slithered out of Jean's oozing vagina. Two more guys used my wife before Lance announced it was his turn again. Lance said, "Jean, you seem to be enjoying this so much, we need to let you participate more actively. I assume you're still a big fan of women's liberation so I'm going to let you be on top." Duane helped Lance untie Jean from the couch. He lay flat on the floor and Duane held Jean so that she was straddling Lance. Lance held his erection pointing upward and looked at Jean. "I know you've wanted my cock for years. All you have to do is lower your pussy onto my cock and hump away to your heart's content." Jean stared at Lance with lust burning her body and mind. She knew this was wrong, but she had lost control. Oh, how she was lost. Jean rose up on her knees and positioned her pussy above Lance's cock. "Fuck you, you bastard. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck me!" Jean shoved her hips against Lance and his cock slipped completely into her soggy pussy. A long groan escaped her lips. Her hands pushed against his muscular chest and she raised her hips. Again she dropped down taking his cock completely into her core. Lance found her clit and pulled it from its hood. He rolled the sensitive nub between his fingers and tugged. Jean screamed as she thrust down on his cock again and again. Lance pulled on her clit every time she rose above him. Her breasts bounced with her vigorous fucking against Lance's hard cock. Jean repeated the same words over and over, "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you ..." Jean orgasmed hard. She couldn't believe she had any more in her, but her anger at Lance drove her on and on. Lance rose up and put his arms around her shoulders. He pulled her chest down to his and his tongue plunged into her mouth. His fingers kept tweaking her clit as he held her firm. Jean's hips did not stop thrusting against Lance's cock. Jean whimpered when a strange hand grasped her hip. An oily finger pushed against her ass before plunging into her back channel. Jean shrieked and struggled against Lance's firm grasp. The finger rotated around before being withdrawn. She felt more oil pour down between her ass cheeks. The finger returned to her virgin ass. "No please don't. No, no, no..." The finger withdrew and the hand on her hip gripped her tighter. Something larger than the finger pressed against her ass. Someone grunted and their cock shoved inside her. Lance said, "Way to go, Duane. Now let's ride this bitch hard." At first the two best friends were uncoordinated, but they had worked together for years. This was certainly not the first trio for them. It was certainly the first time for Jean. Lance and Duane used their hands on Jean's hips to guide their thrusts. Lance still had Jean's clit between his fingers. He rolled her sensitive organ between his fingers and Jean screamed as the most intense orgasm of her life overwhelmed her senses. Jean was blubbering as one orgasm after another shook her body and brain. It felt like she had been orgasming for an eternity. Jean woke up with Coleen wiping her face with a wet washcloth. Jean moaned. Every muscle in her body was sore. Her brain was hammering with a wicked hangover. Coleen said, "Damn girl. It looks like you were ridden hard and put away wet. I hope you had as much fun as the guys. They are all gone but they left a note and a humongous tip in an envelope." Jean only managed a low moan. Coleen helped Jean to the bedroom. There was an attached bathroom and Coleen helped her to shower. Coleen helped Jean into her party dress and brushed her stringy hair. They were interrupted by pounding from the bathroom next to the party room. Coleen returned in a couple of minutes with Robert. He was rubbing his head. "Damn, I have a horrible headache. I have no idea how the party ended. Were the guys happy with the party?" Coleen went out and found the envelope. Robert read the note. "Wow, they gave us top marks. The note says I did a great job on the food and drinks. It also says that the party girls were the absolute best. They liked the two of you way better than a stripper." Coleen laughed, "Well I was dancing in my panties on the coffee table. I'm glad they thought we were better than a stripper." Robert said, "I couldn't have done it without you two. You've saved my ass. I going to let you two split the tip on top of what I agreed to pay you. I already made my profit." Epilogue When I got back from the trip a couple of days after the party, I was exhausted. Jean complained that she wasn't well. She thought maybe she had caught my illness. It was over a week before we both felt well enough for sex. I knew something was wrong because my wife seemed afraid and startled easily. She was depressed and lethargic. When I finally managed to corner her brother, Robert told me how he had hired Jean and Coleen for a bachelor party. He said it was a typical party and the customer went away happy. He claimed he hadn't seen anything to cause Jean's anger. He did mention that Coleen had performed some dances with nothing on but her panties. He said Jean was fully dressed the whole time. After I had talked to Coleen, I was sure that she was hiding something. I was concerned enough to pursue my investigation further. After I had forced Duane to talk, I was in a murderous rage. Even worse, Duane talked about the party with pride. He laughed in my face when I said I was going to kill Lance. Duane said that he and Lance were untouchable. There wasn't a judge or prosecutor in town that was not a family friend. Since somehow Jean didn't get pregnant, there was no evidence of any wrong-doing. Despite his promise to Jean, Duane had not shown her the photographs before he gave them to Sandra. Without the photographs or a witness, I had no way to press charges. Lance and Duane were sons of the town elite. It was their destiny to take over the reins of the town from their parents. The last time someone had crossed one of these privileged members of society, their business had been ruined and their name tarnished forever. It was all I could do to resist my urge to beat the pulp out of Duane. I had simmered for several days before I decided I had to talk to Jean about the party. After a good meal and a fair amount of wine to build my courage, I told Jean I knew about what had happened to her at the party. Jean was terrified as I told her what I had learned. I held Jean tight as she cried uncontrollably. Her body was wracked with her sobs. The guilt she felt came pouring out. "Please Steve, please forgive me. I wanted to die." "Jean, I cannot forgive you since you did nothing wrong and I love you intensely. Please Jean, I beg you to let me help you through this. I want us to be together forever." They say revenge is best served cold. My anger turned to ice in my veins. I had a lot of friends in graduate school. We moved in a different world from the townies and were invisible to them. Hell, those clowns didn't even know what I looked like. I showed pictures of Lance and Duane to my friends and waited. Soon I was getting sporadic reports of their activities. It was nearly six months later that I hit a jackpot. A friend of mine had bought a farm several miles outside of Ithaca. He reported that Duane and Lance had recently become regular customers at a country bar. I met my friend at the bar. I had borrowed an infrared camera from a physics graduate student. I took some pictures in the dim bar as the two long-time friends hustled some of the local girls. I even managed to catch a shot of Lance purchasing a baggie of white powder from the bartender. Lance and Duane escorted the young girls to the attached motel. They might just as well have left the curtains open. I took a couple of rolls of film with the infrared camera. I got pictures of them snorting lines of cocaine, dancing with the girls, stripping off their clothes and taking them to bed. Fortunately, the motel was in the countryside. It was under the jurisdiction of the NY State Troopers. I didn't trust the Ithaca police because of possible influence from the social elite. However, the NY State Troopers have a stellar reputation. I called in a tip and waited. Several cars arrived and the troopers raided the bar as well as the motel room. I got some shots of Lance and Duane doing the perp walk. They got charged with possession of nearly half an ounce of cocaine. Even better, the girls were underage and one of them was the daughter of a Trooper. Lance and Duane's dads had to call in a lot of favors to protect their sons from a felony, thereby saving their careers. They ended up with a plea bargain to a misdemeanor and year in jail. Of course, they were out in three months. The best part was sending an envelope with the photographs to Lance's wife and his parents. I was surprised that Sandra did not leave him but then she probably already knew what an asshole she had married. I sent copies to Duane's fiancee and parents for good measure. Duane's fiancee broke off their relationship. Shortly after that we moved to San Franciso. We didn't even return when Coleen invited us to her wedding with Josh. Neither Jean nor I will ever be the same. All I can do is hold her when a bad dream reminds her of the terror of that night. Thankfully, we have a strong bond and hold no secrets. To this day, I pray that I can protect my two daughters from the sick predators in this world.