Subject: My First Bachelor Party
Story Codes: MMF F-solo orgy exhib adultery
Diary Date: February 5, 2005
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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When you’re nineteen and horny, sometimes you do things that later seem
crazy. Such was the case with me during my second semester as a college
sophomore. Fortunately, it all turned out well in the end. Actually, I
don’t know who had the better time, me or the groom. What’s even crazier
is I got paid for doing what I would’ve gladly done for free!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Horny at School
Chapter 2 – Checking Out My Options
Chapter 3 – My First Assignment
Chapter 4 – Arriving at the Party
Chapter 5 – Getting Things Started
Chapter 6 – More Than Just a Show
Chapter 7 – Doing the Groom
Chapter 8 – The Best Man is Next
Chapter 9 – The Rest of The Guys Do Me
Chapter 10 – Winding Down
Chapter 1 – Horny at School
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During the first semester of my sophomore year in college I was playing
it pretty much by the stringent rules imposed by my Christian-based
university. Students (and faculty) were required to abstain from
personal misconduct, including sexual promiscuity, as well as refrain
from engaging in “inappropriate” forms of entertainment including
pornography and other forms of “promiscuous” behavior. The rationale was
it built character and promoted unity, peace, and the general lifestyles
of the community.
While I didn't HAVE to follow the Lifestyle Guidelines, as they were
euphemistically named, it was made equally clear that I also didn't HAVE
to attend this particular school. I didn't complain about the rules as I
knew full well what they were when I chose the school. It’s just now and
then I would get a bit “frustrated” living by them, to put it mildly. As
anyone who knows me will testify, when I get frustrated I tend to do
things that I might never even consider otherwise – not one of my better
personality traits.
To understand my frustration, realize that I lost my virginity when I was
only fourteen and in the years leading to this time I’d had one-on-on sex
with over a dozen guys and several women, including my parents, an aunt
and a younger cousin (a girl). Actually, my sexual “headcount” was well
over fifty guys if you included the ones who did me at parties but I
don't view those the same as the guys I was more personal with. Heck, I
never even knew the names of most of the party guys! Of course, none of
those numbers include blowjobs as I gave up long ago trying to keep count
of them. What would be the point anyone? It’s not like a blowjob is
sex, at least not technically or morally.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering how I know all these numbers... I keep
a detailed diary!
Given my innate love of sex, people ask me why I chose such a restrictive
school with all its rigid rules which seemed to contradict my lifestyle
to that point. All I can say is that as strong as the cravings are
within me to sex, my personal convictions as a practicing Christian are
even stronger. While I understand that there are self-righteous people
who disagree with me, I don’t see any conflict whatsoever between my
attitudes toward sex and my Christian beliefs. God gave me a sexual
nature and so long as I use his gift in a responsible manner then I
should rejoice in it and use it just as everyone should do with their own
particular gifts.
One last word on the subject... Believe it or not and contrary to
popular opinion, there is more to college than wild parties and sex.
When I was looking at schools I knew that I wanted one that would provide
me with a quality education that would prepare me for the teaching career
I’ve always dreamed of since I was a little girl. Why waste four years
of your life (not to mention the cost) just to hang a piece of paper on
the wall and have nothing else to show for it but some vague memories of
wild parties?
In the end I chose a school based on its outstanding teaching curriculum
plus it promised to address my spiritual needs in ways which no public
school ever could. I DO have to admit that even though I THOUTGHT that I
understood that following the rules would be difficult, I really wasn't
prepared for the reality when it struck me. In the back of my mind I
guess I just assumed that God would provide for my sexual needs one way
or another, even if it meant having to masturbate three times a day...
or more!
Well, THAT all sounded well and good when I was a naïve high school
senior trying to choose a college. Once I got there, though, I realized
how much more difficult it was going to be to suppress my sexual needs, a
LOT harder than what I’d ever anticipated. Thank goodness I was lucky
enough to have Brenda as a roomie as I’m not sure I would’ve made it
through my freshman year without her! The odds of getting matched up
with a pretty bi girl for a roomie at a Christian university had to be
astronomical - which only proves that God DOES provide, for our needs,
just as I’d prayed for before then.
Over time I worked things out in terms of dealing with my sexual needs
with the end result being what I believed was an acceptable compromise.
While at school I tried my best to behave in accordance with the rules,
at least publicly (what I did with my roomie when the door was closed was
another matter).
Away from school I followed my own convictions and personal sense of
morality that were instilled in me by my parents. As an example, take my
relationship with my freshman roomie Brenda. She and I bonded from the
moment we met and over time forged an intense sexual relationship. We
were never “lovers”, we just enjoyed each physically and even when we
were no longer roomies, we remained good friends and got together now and
then for a bit of fun. We ALWAYS kept our “activities” behind our closed
dorm door or away from school property which was easy since her parents
lived only ten miles away from the campus.
One thing WAS exactly as I’d expected... other than being with Brenda my
sexual activities while at school were limited to masturbation, LOTS and
LOTS of masturbation. Except for one encounter with Brenda’s older
brother, the only real sex I had during my freshman year came when I was
back home - where I made up for lost time!
It was during the second semester of my freshman year that something
totally unexpected happened which would change my life forever. My
cousin dared me to try chatting on-line on an adult-oriented web site
called Adult Friend-Finder. This was actually more risky than it might
sound as the school monitored all web activities but I quickly got hooked
chatting with total strangers about sex in a totally open way. Even back
home I couldn't discuss my incestual experiences and secret fantasies
with any of my friends and now all of a sudden I had the entire world to
talk to about it! Once I learned to ignore the perverts and came to
terms with the realization that 90% of the so-called "girls" and
"couples" were actually guys pretending to be someone else, I found that
it was actually quite a bit of fun.
From the start, I only chatted for fun and as a means to relieve my
sexual tensions. I NEVER had any intention or desire to meet anyone but
it seemed that most of the people who contacted me pestered me
relentlessly to either meet me or send them nude photos of me. Equally
frustrating were all the people who bombarded me with requests to be
naked on a web cam and/or call them for phone sex. People just couldn't
seem to understand that I only wanted to chat. All I wanted was an
outlet to express myself and let out my frustrations. I WAS pleasantly
surprised at the incredible number of responses I got from both guys and
girls, especially the way they were claimed to be turned by me even in
the limited way I interacted with them.
My sophomore year turned out to be as totally different from my freshman
year as it could be. Brenda lived at home as the on-campus living costs
were too high for her parents to afford another year in the dorm. As
luck would have it, I lost the lottery for an on-campus apartment so I
ended up living in the dorms again. As if all that wasn't enough, I was
paired with a new roomie who was definitely NOT bi! Karen was a virgin
who was saving herself for marriage. She believed that masturbation was
a form of sex and thus not to be done prior to marriage. I was floored
when she first told me that. I can respect her desire to stay a virgin
for her husband but how can anyone go through life without masturbating?
Oh well, Karen was living proof that there are actually some real people
who can do it!
Living with Karen might not have been so bad had she been fat and ugly,
but she was a stunning brunette. To make it even worse, as frigid as she
might have been inside she was an awful tease who enjoyed showing herself
off. Behind her back (and sometimes to her face) guys called her a cock
teaser. Karen even had me take pictures of her when she dressed up in
hot clothes and skimpy bikinis to send back home to her boyfriend.
Brenda invited us to her home several times and I will never forget the
first time I saw Karen in her sexy black bikini! I don’t know which of
us wanted her more – Brenda or me!
It took a while to learn to live with Karen but I eventually adapted.
Nudity was yet another issue that we didn't see eye to eye. For me,
being nude was no big deal although I should qualify that by saying I
don’t believe in prancing around naked showing yourself off for no good
reason. I started sleeping in the nude back when I was turned twelve.
At first it was to mimic my parents but once I got use to it, wearing
anything to bed seemed terribly constrictive.
As for Karen, she slept in panties and a t-shirt, usually without covers
no matter how cold it was. She must have had a furnace roaring in her,
maybe that’s how she burned up all her pent-up sexual needs! Anyway,
even though she didn't exactly wear a whole lot to bed, she was horrified
when I stripped down and got in bed nude our first night together. We
argued about it and she actually threatened to turn me in for being
“promiscuous” so I compromised by wearing a nightshirt without panties.
It wasn't exactly the best way to start out our school year together but
we got over it. She was OK so long as I wore at least something to bed!
One good thing about Karen, once she fell asleep it would have taken
Armageddon to wake her before morning so I spent many a night enjoying
the view across the room, dreaming about what I would love to do in bed
with her. At times I would get so horny I would think about going over
to her and running my hands over her long smooth legs until I touched her
virgin hairy pussy. God I would have loved to be the first to lick it!
Somehow I managed to keep myself under control but I also knew that
unless I did something to satisfy my increasingly intense sexual cravings
that sooner or later I would do something I would probably regret.
The end result of all this was by the second semester I was chronically
hornier than I’d ever been in my life! Although I linked up with Brenda
a few times and had some fun during weekend visits by my parents, I got
to the point where at times I wanted to scream from the pain of the
horrible pressure of my pent-up sexual needs.
Once before Thanksgiving, I was so overwhelmed I actually agreed to go to
a frat party in Columbus with a couple of other girls who also flaunted
the rules away from campus. It DID help so far as satisfying my
immediate needs. I found it to be incredibly exciting and erotic to be
fucked right in the middle of the living room with so many strangers
watching. Still, drunken parties are not really my thing so I never went
to another one. If it taught me anything, though, it was that I was
capable of doing most anything if I let myself get too frustrated and
horny.
Chapter 2 – Checking Out My Options
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After a fantastic and erotic Christmas break at home, I felt even more
“in need” than ever once my second semester started and I returned to
what I was starting to call “the nunnery”. Not wanting to let myself get
to the condition I was in before Thanksgiving again, I started to
investigate my options, including some that I never would’ve even thought
about before.
One option which while not that effective WAS easy to do, was to
fantasize even more than normal. When I masturbated I started trying to
think of crazy fantasies that I would never have considered before. One
of my favorite sources of inspiration was the youth group at church.
Since starting college I had helped with the youth group at a local
church. There were a couple of dozen kids, ages twelve to fifteen year,
many of them who are becoming sexually active or at least wanted to be.
When I masturbated, I would start thinking about “my” kids, particularly
one of the hotter boys and his sexy younger sister who I had a suspicious
feeling were a lot “closer” than most siblings. Of course the
possibility of anything really happening with them was practically zero
but I had some incredible masturbation sessions fantasizing about them
anyway.
Unfortunately, even the craziest fantasies couldn't satisfy me the way a
real cock would so I kept looking for more options...
Of course there were some hot guys at school but they were pretty much
out of play so far as sex went because of the ridiculously strict school
rules and peer pressure. All I needed was one guy to brag to his friends
about scoring with me and next thing you know I‘d be explaining to my
parents why I got expelled for not being able to control myself.
One option after another was considered and then tossed aside. The local
hick town didn't have much in terms of clubs and even if there were, I
wouldn’t have dared do anything so close to school. There was always the
tons of offers from guys I chatted with but no matter how tempting some
of them were, I wasn't about to give in and take that kind of risk.
Meeting someone from the Internet was off the table, no debate about it.
There WAS one idea thing that kept coming to mind and although at first I
rejected it, somehow the idea kept sneaking back to the front of the
line. After all, taking on some sort of an escorting job was NOT
something a “good” girls did. It wasn't like I was considering becoming
anything like the web whores that tease and sell themselves on the
Internet on poorly disguised “escort” or “massage” web sites. What I was
thinking about was actually working for a respectable and legitimate
escorting agency.
After checking out several agencies in the greater Columbus area, I
eventually decided to give one a try. The company claimed to do
background checks on all of their clients and offer only the ones that
they thought were best for me based on my desired client profile which
for me was basically “older married guys from out of state”. The clients
paid the agency directly so I wouldn't have to fool with money which
addressed one of my biggest worries – being arrested as a prostitute. Of
course, I could keep any “tips” but that was strictly between me and the
client. In any case it wasn't the money I was interested in so the
financial arrangements weren’t a big deal for me.
The manager explained to me that as an escort I would be expected to be
friendly and outgoing which might including enduring some minor groping.
However, sex was definitely NOT part of the package as sold. Anything
involving sex for money was left completely up to me which was really no
different than any other date I might go on. Of course, I doubted that
fooled anyone. Really, why else would someone pay $250 or more just to
have dinner with a young college girl? And THAT didn't include the cost
of dinner!
The agency promised to send a prepaid cab to pick me up and take me back
home. The driver would even stay in the area in case I needed to leave
quickly for some reason. Once I made up my mind I signed all the consent
forms and even a few tax forms. I couldn't help but note that it seemed
a bit ironic that after all these years, my first official “job”, at
least one that took taxes out of my pay, was being an escort! Not quite
like most kids who started at McDonalds or waiting tables.
In addition to the single escort “assignments”, I also signed up for
bachelor parties as they sounded like a lot of fun from the way the
manager described them to me. After all, If there’s one thing I love
during sex, it’s an audience, so these parties sounded like a perfect
match for me. As with the escorting gigs, sex was NOT considered part of
the package although I was strongly encourage to make “side” arrangements
with the clients. It was also hinted that girls who didn't “satisfy”
their customers weren’t given new assignments. All this was fine with me
as sex was the whole reason I was doing this in the first place!
Chapter 3 – My First Assignment
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Within days of signing up I got an e-mail saying that there was a
bachelor party assignment opportunity that I might be interested in. The
e-mail said it was scheduled for the upcoming Saturday night with a
location that put it far enough away that I didn't have to worry about
someone being there that might know me. As I read the e-mail, my stomach
suddenly felt a bit queasy. It was one thing to fantasize about showing
off at a party full of strange men but now my fantasy was about to change
to reality! After the initial jitters had calmed down I made my decision
and sent in my reply, accepting the assignment.
For the rest of the week all I could think about was the upcoming
bachelor party. I’d never done anything even remotely like this before
and I even found myself getting wet in class just thinking about it.
Sure I’d performed sex in front of others at the parties my best friend
Beth took me to; but then everyone was doing it and I definitely wasn't
the only girl.
This time it would be just me being put literally on display in front of
a bunch of lecherous horny men. The party description said to expect ten
to twelve guys including the groom. Of course I’d be expected to strip
and thus probably be nude most of the time, but I wondered if anything
else would happen? Would they expect me to play with myself in front of
them? Would I suck any of their cocks, maybe even get fucked? Would I
do it with just one or all of them? Would I have sex with the groom just
hours before he said his wedding vows to his loving fiancé? Now THAT
idea really turned me on. God it would be so hot to have him do me just
hours before he said his wedding vows! The possibilities were endless
and I masturbated every chance I had that week while I dreamed of all
that might happen.
Saturday evening FINALLY arrived! I told Karen that I’d be going out
with some friends to a party and that I’d probably be pretty late getting
back. Karen gave me an odd look but didn't say anything as she turned
away and just shrugged her shoulders. We were getting along great by now
but as you might imagine, sex was NOT a subject we discussed, at least
not in any detail. Somehow I had the feeling she knew that there was a
lot I wasn't telling her about myself, but she seemed to be more
comfortable simply not knowing. Our version of “don’t ask, don’t tell”
worked and I’d say we were good friends, not exactly a close relationship
but a friendly one. Sometimes I couldn't help but wonder what she would
say if she knew the real truth. Could someone like her even IMAGINE my
life back home?
Karen probably suspected I had a boyfriend that was fucking me away from
school but she was discreet enough to ignore it. One of the dirty little
secrets that nobody talked about was that a lot of the girls at my school
went out with guys from town or other schools just for sex. Actually,
I’d considered the possibility myself but it seemed to much of a pain to
have to go through the dating ritual just to MAYBE get fucked.
I wondered if Karen would have been so lenient if she knew that instead
of fooling around in the back seat of some guy’s car there was a pretty
good possibility I was going to be gang-banged by ten or more guys before
the night was over? I would’ve bet quite a bit THAT scenario never even
entered her pretty little head!
Chapter 4 – Arriving at the Party
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The taxi picked me up at 8:00 PM and it took less than an hour to get to
the house where the party was being held. It was your typical suburban
two-story white colonial in one of those new developments that seem to
cropping up everywhere. While not a mansion by any stretch of the
imagination, whoever lived there was not exactly on welfare either which
made me feel more secure than I would’ve been if I was being dropped off
in some bad part of town.
Under my winter coat I was wearing loose jeans and a baggy sweatshirt,
along with a bag containing my outfit and some personal stuff. Anyone
seeing me would never have thought I was a stripper on her way to her
first assignment. Drawing a deep breath, I got out of the taxi, went up
the concrete and stone steps and then paused for just a minute before
ringing the lit doorbell.
A series of gongs played when I pushed the round button and before they
ended a good-looking guy with his shirt hanging out and a half-empty
Budweiser bottle in his hand answered the door. Obviously the party was
already underway! At first he just looked at me shivering in the cold
with a big grin on his face. It was the same sort of look a starving
linebacker might have eyeing a porterhouse steak after a long workout.
Without taking his lecherous eyes off of me he turned his head to the
side and gave a shout.
“Hey Bill! Your stripper’s here!”
Well, THAT was already a first for me and it was all I could do to bite
my tongue and not burst out laughing. Never before had anyone described
me as a “stripper”, not even my dad when I would show off a new outfit
for him that he’d picked out for me. Almost immediately another guy with
bit too much stomach and slightly receding dark hair appeared and opened
the door for me with a broad smile.
“Hi! I’m Bill, the best man and you must be Kelly. Damn girl, you look
even finer than I’d imagined and trust me, I have one hell of an
imagination!”
Well, I guess it was meant as a compliment. Stepping inside, immediately
every eye in the house was looking my way. If I learned nothing else
that night, now I know how a lonely sheep feels when surrounded by a pack
of starving wolves!
So far as I was concerned I was just a typical nineteen year-old college
girl with lots of friends and a loving family out to have some fun for
the evening. It was immediately obvious that what they saw was
completely different. My guess was they looked at me and all they saw
was a slutty young girl who was suppose to entertain them - and hopefully
put out. Well, I really couldn't complain. After all, it was probably a
more accurate description of me at this moment.
Bill quickly led me to a bedroom down the hallway and closed the door
behind us. “Just ignore those guys, they’re idiots. You can change in
here,” he said gently, maybe recognizing the nervousness in my demeanor.
“Don’t worry, just take your time and let me know when you’re ready.”
Bill was so being sweet to me that for a moment I forgot that he was also
the one guy who had hired me to strip and get naked, not to mention maybe
even suck his dick... or more. He wasn’t a friend, he was my client,
one who might be nice now but would be expecting me to live up to my part
of the bargain.
What surprised me the most was how nervous I was, to the point that I was
actually shaking a little. I didn't trust my voice not to betray how I
was feeling so I didn’t say anything and just turned to put my bag on the
bed. Bill opened the door to leave when he paused and turned back to me.
“You know Kelly, I’ve always fantasized about meeting a girl like you and
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked off wishing I was fucking
someone as beautiful as you. Now here you are, alone in a bedroom with
me; young, beautiful, sexy as hell and about to strip and god only knows
what else. It’s like a dream come true for me...”
He hesitated then and I could tell that he wanted to say more but he
seemed to have lost his nerve. Actually, I was caught a bit off-guard by
his being so open with me about his feelings but then again, I knew that
he didn't see me as Kelly, he saw me as a whore who. I suppose it was
something like being a bartenders, someone guys think they can open up to
and say things they would never tell another girl. Maybe it was the idea
that he would never see me again, maybe he thought I was such a slut that
such talk was every day for me. In any case, I looked him in the eyes
and suddenly it dawned on me what he really wanted.
“Bill, are you married?”
Bill’s eyes widened for a moment and at first I thought maybe he had
really lost his nerve but then he nodded his head. “Yeah but trust me,
she’s NOTHING like you. Damn, I’ve never even been in the same room
alone with a girl like you before!”
This was starting to be a bit on the surreal side so far as I was
concerned. I’d assumed the entire night would be rather impersonal, to
the point where I might not even know anyone’s name. Now here I was
already, listening to a guy’s marital issues and fantasies, NOT what I’d
expected at all but I went along with it. In an almost voyeuristic way,
I was interested to see where it would lead if I egged him on a bit more.
“So tell me Bill, what do you want from me? Do you want to see me strip,
maybe even get naked? Would you like me to suck your dick? Do you want
to fuck me tonight?”
Bingo on the last one. Bill’s face flushed and I knew I had him pegged.
While he obviously wanted to do just that, I could tell he had not
anticipated that I would be so blunt about it. Well, what was the point
in being coy, especially in this situation? I mean, it’s not like I
wasn’t looking forward to it as well! I used my hand to throw my hair
back in what I hoped was a sexy move and licked my lips slowly before I
continued.
“You know Bill, you can have me if you really want to. All you have to
do is ask. You can have me right now.”
As soon as the words came out I wanted to take them back. God, what was
I doing? All I really meant was to tease him, not seduce him into
fucking him, at least not yet. Being fucked by a group of guys was one
thing but doing it one- on-one was NOT what I’d prepared myself for
although I wouldn't turn it down.
Bill just stared at me with that look all guys get when they seem to be
seeing straight through my clothes. He was also a bit drunk and with
that look of lust I knew from experience he really wanted to fuck me bad.
Bill was breathing harder and he had a monstrous erection that looked
like it would burst through his jeans at any moment. His nostrils flared
and I wondered for a brief moment if I’d gone maybe just a little too far
with my teasing! Bill took a first step towards me and I tensed for what
was about to happen when suddenly the door burst open and a guy stuck his
head in.
“Hey Bill, get out here, the keg needs fixing!”
Bill shook his head back and forth as if to clear out the filthy thoughts
that were undoubtedly running through it. He took a last long look at me
and with that he left the room, closing the door behind him.
I locked the door and stood there a bit unnerved. My god, what was I
doing here? Things had almost already gotten out of hand before it even
hardly started. Maybe I had misjudged everything. Was I making the
mistake of my life tonight? I’d gone this far so I figured the best
thing to do would be to get out with the group as quickly as possible and
hope for safety in numbers. I doubted that one of them would do anything
too wild so long as the rest were watching.
I stripped off my clothes quickly, leaving me standing naked in the
middle of someone’s bedroom. I took a moment to look around and saw it
must have been Bill’s house and master bedroom as there were several
pictures of him and his wife on the furniture. He wasn't kidding about
one thing, his wife WAS definitely NOT like me. My guess was they were
in their mid to late thirties (one family photo showed a boy and girl
that looked to be barely in their teens). She looked to weigh at least
twice what I did, maybe even three times, and was about as frumpy as they
come. No wonder Bill had reacted as he had. God, fucking a young sexy
college girl in his own bedroom was probably something he had jerked off
more times than I could imagine.
My thoughts were abruptly brought back to reality as an uproar arose out
in the living room I could hear even with the door closed. Evidently the
party was in full swing now and I wondering yet again just what the hell
I was doing. Yet even as nervous as I was, I knew that deep down I
wanted to do this just as badly as the drunks in the next room. It had
been over a month since I’d been last fucked by my dad and my pussy was
crying to feel something more substantive than just my finger in it.
Reaching down between my legs I felt my smooth pussy under my fingers.
I’d shaved it smooth just before I left and now it looked as bare and
sweet as an innocent twelve year-old’s pussy. My finger briefly lingered
over my clit and I shivered a little but then pulled my hand away. If I
got started touching myself I knew there would be no stopping until I
came and I had a suspicion that there would be enough sex coming my way
this night without having to do myself beforehand.
I went over to my bag and took out my outfit I had brought with me,
laying each piece out on the bed. It wasn't like there was that much to
it, just a sexy black lace bra and matching panties. My father had given
them to me this past Christmas and I figured if they turned these guys as
much as they did my dad, I was home free!
I had added a tight white satin shirt that showed every bit of the black
bra under it along with a really short plaid schoolgirl-style dress that
completely failed in its efforts to cover my tight ass. Some white knee
socks and a pair of sneakers finished off the ensemble. I pulled my hair
back into a single ponytail and looked at myself in a full-length mirror
on the back of the bedroom door. The image in front of me was that of a
young innocent schoolgirl, maybe sixteen or seventeen but certainly not
nineteen going on twenty. I bounced on my toes just a little making my
boobs and ponytail bounce with the motion. Mmmmmmm, this was going to be
fun after all!
A dash of perfume on my neck, boobs, ass and pussy and I was ready to go.
Funny but I wasn't at all nervous anymore. I was getting hornier by the
minute as the idea of showing off my body in front of ten even hornier
guys was getting closer and closer to reality.
Chapter 5 – Getting Things Started
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Taking in a long deep breath, I went to the bedroom door and opened it
just enough to take a peek outside. It seemed like everyone was sitting
in the living room, beers in hand and laughing at what was undoubtedly a
witty and intelligent joke (not!) while some porn movie was playing
silently on the big screen TV.
Opening the door all the way, I stepped out into the hallway, assuming
the sexiest pose I could muster. A silence like a tomb suddenly came
over them and all I could hear was the obnoxious disco music. Just as
quickly everyone was talking again with some of them wolf whistling and
howling.
With a smile on my face, I slowly walked out and take my place in the
center of the living room. Now this was EXACTLY what I had dreamed of -
being admired by a bunch of horny guys. My heart was beating fast as I
knew that I was the total center of their attention. Mmmmmmm, every guy
in the room wanted me and I felt about as sexy as I’d ever been in my
life.
To get things started I slowly danced as seductively as possible all
around the room. For the moment, I wasn't show anything more than what
they could already see, sometime bending over just enough to show off my
cute ass and then leaning over to let one of the look down my shirt to
see my bra and boobs.
Everyone was cheering and calling for me to strip but I deliberately
ignored them and just teased them all the more. While I danced I didn’t
let anyone touch me, pushing them away whenever they got too close or
their hands tried to grope me. It felt incredible – I’d never done
anything like this before in my life! Oh sure I danced in this same set
of bra and panties for my dad after he’d given them to me but that
situation was nothing like this!
Personally, I could have gone on like this longer, basking in their
adoration of me but there was more I wanted to do and I could tell that
they wanted it as well judging from the looks on their faces and the
rising tents in their pants.
Being it WAS a bachelor party, I knew that there was someone who deserved
extra attention so I eventually worked my over to the groom’s chair. Tom
(at least that’s what everyone called him) was the lucky groom and I
could tell that he’d been drinking a bit - not TOO much but just enough
to be relaxed and let his inhibitions down.
There was a picture of Tom and his cute fiancé on the table next to him.
Had he put it there to remind him of her to help keep him in line or was
it some twisted joke by his friends to remind him of who he would be
cheating on that night? Of course, I was hoping that the second scenario
was the case. All week I’d fantasized about fucking the groom with his
fiancé “watching” and her picture wasn't too far off from my fantasy.
Maybe it was bad of me but my dream was that after tonight he would
remember me when he was with his new bride as they got together in their
wedding bed for the first time!
Standing in front of Tom, I put one leg up on the chair next to him,
letting my short skirt ride up to expose my panties. He was getting a
great view of my crotch and shaved pussy through the sheer material and
he stared at it like it was the first time he’d seen one. Rubbing myself
through the thin black fabric, I pumped my hips up and down like I was
being fucked by some invisible lover. God, I felt so hot already and I
was just getting started.
Taking his hand, I held it to my breast, letting him feel me through my
shirt and bra. At first he tried to resist so I leaned over and
whispered in his ear, “C’mon Tom, this is your last chance to have a girl
like me. I’m all yours – you can do anything you want with me -
anything.”
Tom’s eyes widened and he looked at me like I was some demon angel
tempting him for his soul. Actually his reaction was exactly what I’d
hoped for and so I smiled and whispered to him, “Don’t forget Tom –
ANYTHING you want”. His hand stayed on me after that and I wasn't faking
it when I shivered as he squeezed my boob.
“Gooooo Tom!” someone cried out. Tom got a little more confident and he
put both hands on me, one on each boob. Then someone whined, “Come on
Tom, share the fucking whore with the rest of us!”
It was tempting to ignore the pig but then, I guess he couldn't be blamed
for calling me what I was. For the umpteenth time I felt a moment of
hesitation as I realized I was crossing a line I never thought I would.
I LOVED being known as a slut back home, it made me feel good about
myself knowing guys thought I was that sexy. Being a whore, though, was
an entirely different matter. God, was I really ready to add
“prostitute” to my “resume”? In the end, I rationalized that they had
really just paid me to strip and dance and that since getting laid was
left up to me, that meant I wasn't a “real” whore.
I turned around and smiled seductively at the group and then started
dancing for them again. As I made my way around the room, I got closer
to each guy until finally I was getting close enough for them to start
groping me and feeling me up. Interestingly, most of them went straight
for my boobs, which I would have considered the least of my assets.
There were a couple, though, who were more ambitious and grabbed my ass.
One even got so bold as to go for my pussy but I playfully pushed him
away as I wasn't ready to give up that prize quite yet. Each time I
circled around I let them touch me for just a little bit longer.
My pussy tingled as I could tell from the bulging cocks trying to burst
from their crotches that they all wanted to fuck me. Damn, I bet they
didn't have any idea that I was just as turned on, perhaps even more, by
all this teasing and that I wanted them to fuck me just as badly as they
did.
The next time I made my way to Tom I spun around and sat in his lap,
grinding my ass which allowed me to feel his hard cock through his pants
against me. He wrapped his arms around me, grabbing each of my boobs
with his hands. I unbuttoned my shirt and he reached inside to hold them
through my bra. He squeezed them, sending chills though me as I looked
around the room at all the eyes staring at us. My bra was the type that
unsnapped from the front, perfect for this type of occasion, and I had it
undone before he realized what was happening. The cups fell away from my
breasts and suddenly he was holding my bare boobs in his hands. I kept
my shirt and unsnapped bra on as I continued to grind my ass into him as
he played with my perky boobs.
Having given Tom a good feel I walked over to Bill and leaned over as I
wiggled my newly freed boobs for him. Bill licked his lips as he stared
at my exposed chest. I gave him a sexy grin saying, “C’mon Bill, I’ve
been watching you all night. Aren’t these what you’ve been wanting? Go
on... touch them.”
Chapter 6 – More Than Just a Show
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Well, it didn't take any more encouragement as Bill pulled me to him and
I mounted his chair like a lap dancer. My bare boobs were in front of
his face and he leaned forward to taste them. He latched onto my nipple,
sucking me like a newborn baby on its mother. God it felt SO good!
“That’s it Bill,” I whispered to him, “Do it... Show me what you wanted
to do to me in the bedroom. Show me what you want to do to your
daughter.”
It was a shot in the dark, referring to his daughter who looked to be all
of maybe twelve or thirteen in the family portrait in their room. I
didn't know how old the picture was, maybe she was older now, even sexier
than she looked in the portrait. Did he really have any such feelings
about her? I had no idea at the time but judging from the look in his
face, I now knew he most certainly did. Was it the beer or maybe just
the general atmosphere that loosened him up, but regardless of the reason
he attacked my boobs with renewed vigor and I knew I’d hit the mark.
Yep, good ol’ Bill had at least fantasized about his daughter! I
wondered if he had done anything more than fantasize but I didn't have
time to dwell on it as other things competed for my attention.
Bill’s hands had been holding my ankles as I danced in front of him.
After my comment about his daughter, I felt them moving up my legs until
he was feeling my bare thighs. He didn’t stop there as the rest of the
group cheered him to go higher and he didn’t disappoint them as he
reached between my legs and finally cupped my damp pussy with the palm of
his hand. I swiveled my hips around his hand, leaving no doubt that he
was more than welcome to keep going. His fingers moved aside the fabric
of my panties and I felt them exploring my wet pussy, looking for its
magical entrance. It didn’t take him long to find it and as wet as I was
his finger easily slid up into my waiting cunt. It seemed everyone was
cheering him on and I certainly didn’t mind, hell it felt damn good! He
started to finger fuck me, running his finger in and out of me like a
small cock. I moaned and pulled my head back, making sure everyone could
see how much I was loving it.
I let Bill play with me for a while longer after which I eased myself off
the chair and moved away from him. He tasted his finger with an
exaggerated motion and smiled at me. I winked back at him and went back
to making the rounds again. This time everyone was a lot more aggressive
now that the door had been opened. Forget about my boobs, every one of
them went straight for my pussy! Some of them were gentle with me while
others were a bit too rough and I had to scold them for being naughty.
If they got too bad my ultimate “punishment” was to leave them
prematurely and move to the next guy.
Once everyone had groped me a few times I went back to center of the room
and started to strip everything off. Slowly I removed each article of
clothing until finally I was standing there naked in the middle of all of
them. I really hadn’t rehearsed anything but a thought came to me then
and I decided to put on a bit of a show for them. I laid on my back in
the middle of the room and spread my legs wide apart. Reaching between
my legs with one hand, I began to masturbate for them while I played with
my boobs with my other hand. I watched them as I masturbated, getting as
turned on by the looks on their faces as I was by my own hand.
It was then I noticed that Bill had pulled out a video camera and was
taping me. A feeling of panic came over me for a few seconds and I
wondered what I should do. Magically a dildo appeared and was handed to
me. It was pretty large but looked to be just what my pussy wanted so I
started fucking myself with it to the delight of my onlookers.
My first orgasm was quick to start after which I just ignored the camera
and let my orgasm sweep through me. Someone called out, “Damn, she’s
cumming!” and sure enough I was. My initial fears of being taped having
sex with these guys by someone whom I had no idea what his plans were
regarding the tape disappeared as my orgasm grew. I didn’t care anymore
if Bill was taping me, all I wanted at that moment was to enjoy the waves
of sheer pleasure that were running up and down my body.
For the next few minutes I closed my eyes and forgot all about the guys
watching me, about being in a strange house, about the camera that was
recording everything I was doing. It was just me and that wonderful high
I get whenever I cum, better than any drug could be since it was natural
and a part of who I was. In my mind, the dildo became a real cock,
fucking me and cumming in me, driving me wild as my pussy clamped down on
it.
As my orgasm faded the real world came slowly back in focus. I opened my
eyes and saw everyone just staring at me, some with their mouths open
after watching the spectacle on the floor in front of them. I finally
got up on my feet again and danced once in front of them except this time
I was totally nude. I felt like the sexiest girl in the world the way
they were all fixated on me and I smiled as a couple of the guys got
carried away and unzipped their jeans to let their hard cocks out. Each
time one did and started stroking himself I would stand in front of him
and give him an up close and personal show. I knew I must have been
doing a pretty good job for them to get carried away to the point they
would start masturbating in front of their friends. Even Bill had his
cock out, stroking himself with one hand while running the video recorder
with the other.
Chapter 7 – Doing the Groom
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Eventually they all had their cocks out except the one I wanted the most
– Tom the Groom. As the groom about to be married, I suppose he felt
that it would be inappropriate to do any more than he had already done
with me. Touching my boobs was one thing but fucking me was another
thing entirely! Well, in my horny mind that just made Tom all the more
of a challenge.
I slowly walked up to him and sat in his lap with my arm around his neck.
Tom didn’t seem to know what to do now that a pretty naked girl was
perched on his lap! Well, judging by the lump under my ass I was sure he
knew what he WANTED to do – which may not have been what he thought he
SHOULD do. All Tom needed was a little bit more encouragement so I took
his hand and put it on my bare thigh such that it was just inches from my
pussy. I put both arms around his neck, twisting so my naked boobs were
pushing against his chest. Looking into his eyes I smiled and asked,
“What’s the matter Tom, why aren’t you playing with yourself like
everyone else? Don’t I turn you on?”
Tom finally put his other arm around me, keeping his hand resting on my
bare upper leg. “Oh god girl, you know better than that!” he exclaimed.
His face had a look of confusion and panic. He was obviously torn
between his sworn love to his fiancé and his lust for me. “Damn I’m
sorry but I just can’t do anything like that the night before I get
married, you know? Jesus, I swore to Nancy just this afternoon that I
wouldn’t do anything like this tonight.”
I licked his cheek with my tongue and whispered in his ear, “Remember
Tom, tonight I’m not real, I’m just a figment of your imagination, one
you can do anything with that you want – and yes, I mean ANYTHING. After
tonight I’ll be gone forever and your sweet Nancy will never know.
Really, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her!”
“Oh... my... god...,” he moaned as I wiggled my ass such that it ground
even more on his cock. He didn’t say anything more but I knew he was
weakening so I kept up the pressure. An incredible thrill ran through me
as I realized from the lack of resistance that he was close to deciding
that I was worth cheating on his new wife just hours before their
wedding. Time to strike while the iron was hot!
Standing up, I spread his legs apart which allowed me to kneel down in
front of him. Reaching forward, I quickly unbuckled his pants and
unzipped him. His hands kept trying to weakly push me away but it was
not a very convincing performance. It was at this moment I absolutely
knew that I had him – he was going to be mine tonight! Bill had moved
over to tape everything as I pulled Tom’s pants and underwear off and it
wasn’t long before Tom’s stiff cock was on display for everyone,
including the camera, to see.
I was pleased to see that Tom didn’t shave his pubic hair and I couldn't
wait to bury my face in his thick bush. Looking around one last time to
make sure everyone’s eyes were fixed on me, I felt an incredible rush of
excitement at the thought of being completely nude in front of all of
them and having them watch me as I got ready to give Tom the blowjob of
his life. I turned back and looked up at Tom with a sexy smile saying,
“I’m going to give you a blow job like your precious Nancy’s never given
you before - and never will.”
Although Tom had long ago given up trying to resist, he still appeared to
be unsure about what was going to happen if I kept going in this
direction. Thus I was surprised when he mumbled, “Hell that should be
easy, she won't blow me anyway.”
Wow! Talk about music to a girl’s ears! Now more than ever I really
wanted to suck him. The poor guy was about to marry a bitch who didn’t
like to suck cock! Well, my goal now was to make him miserable for life
once he learned how good a blowjob could be! With renewed determination
I went to work on his delicious hard dick. He was actually pretty large
compared to most guys I’ve sucked and no matter what he might be saying
about being faithful and all; there was no hiding what he wanted! Men
will anything but cocks don’t lie. I licked just the tip of his smooth
head at first , brushing my hair out the way so Bill could get a good
view with his video camera, not to mention the audience that had gone
silent once I started. Even the disco music was off as nobody wanted to
break away and change the CD.
Once I was sure everyone was watching, I started giving Tom the best
blowjob I knew how. I licked him, kissed him, and sucked him using every
trick in my arsenal. He was pretty drunk which is the only reason he
didn’t cum in the first five minutes although I was careful to always
back off just as I felt him starting to go over the edge. Now and then
his precum would seep out and I licked it off of him, savoring the salty
flavor.
What really seemed to turn everyone on the most was when I would deep
throat him, taking his dick completely into my mouth. Tom was at least
eight or nine inches long erect and I had to take him down my throat in
order to get him all in my mouth. I would slowly ease him in, relaxing
my throat until he was down far enough that the gag reflex passed.
Finally my face was tight against his groin, his cock down my throat and
his smelly pubic hair pressed tightly against my face. The heavy musk of
his crotch almost overwhelmed me as I held him this way for as long as I
could hold my breath. The first time I did it I heard a number of the
guys talking to each other and I knew they were impressed by my efforts.
Tom certainly was! Whatever reservations he may have had were ancient
history as he leaned back and enjoyed the best and possibly the last
blowjob he would ever have assuming he stayed true to the frigid bitch he
was about to marry.
Bill was standing to the side now and I could see his cock was still
sticking out from his pants and he was stroking it hard as he filmed Tom
getting a blowjob. I noted for the not so distant future that his cock
was huge – almost as big as Tom’s! I spread my legs apart as I kneeled
in front of Tom, letting everyone have a good look at my wet cunt. I
started playing with myself with my free hand as I sucked Tom even harder
and faster. Tom was at the point where he was close to cumming so I
stroked his cock with my hand and let him out of my mouth while I looked
up at him. “Well Tom,” I said in a seductive voice, “How am I doing?”
Tom rolled his eyes and groaned, “Oh my God, I never knew a blowjob could
feel this good!”
I stood up while keeping my hand wrapped around Tom’s stiff and wet cock.
Turning around to face the guys, I spread my legs and leaned over. Then,
loud enough for everyone to hear me, I turned my head to him and said,
“Fuck me Tom, I want you to fuck my pussy!”
Everyone heard what I said and the guys started to cheer and hoot, urging
Tom to fuck me. Actually it was more like, “Fuck the bitch!” and “Give
it to her Tom!” but I didn't mind because that was exactly what I wanted
at that moment.
Tom was still in a daze from my blowjob but he still hesitated. I can’t
even describe the sensuous feelings I was having knowing that tonight I
was sexy enough to make him want to do exactly what he had promised his
young fiancé just hours ago that he wouldn’t. It thrilled me to know
that for the rest of his life, whenever he was with his wife what he was
about to do would always be in the back of his mind whenever his wife
asked him if he had been faithful to her.
It was such an incredible feeling to have this much power over anyone, to
know he craved me so much he was willing to do literally anything to have
me, regardless of the potential consequences. So what if he didn't crave
ME so much as my body, this was good enough for me!
As for me, I had entered my own sexual fantasy world where all reasoning
and inhibitions were cast aside. It was rare for me to get this carried
away to the point where I’m willing to do just about anything for my own
sexual gratification. Even so, time seemed to stand still for just a
moment was my mind cleared and I realized what I was doing. My god,
could I really be doing this? Here I was naked in front of a bunch of
horny guys getting ready to fuck some poor bastard who truly wanted to be
faithful to his new wife but had succumbed to me while his best man was
recording the entire show. God, what kind of bitch was I to want to do
something like this? Evidently one hell of a horny bitch as all I wanted
at that moment was his cock in me.
Yet as horny as I was, for another brief instant I questioned myself yet
again, wondering if this was something I really should be doing. How
would I feel tomorrow when it was all over? How would Tom feel the next
time he saw his young bride, knowing what he’d done the night before they
were married? When he made love to her on their wedding night, would he
be thinking of me sucking his cock, wishing his new bride would do the
same and feeling frustrated when she wouldn't?
Then, just as rapidly as it came, the moment was gone and time was
restored. The hoots and indecent comments from the guys were back and I
was stroking Tom’s cock while at the same time massaging my pussy,
getting it ready for his inaugural entry. That weird moment when time
stood had now disappeared as lust and desire returned. There was no
turning back now, Tom was going to fuck me in front of all his friends
and that was that. Nothing was going to stop me now from getting what I
wanted. I wanted to be fucked and damn it if I wasn't going to be!
Bill was urging Tom to fuck me right along with the others and finally
Tom stood up and spread my ass apart to get a better view of me. I put
my hands on my knees as I leaned over, presenting my hungry pussy to him.
He took his cock in his hand and I felt him pressing it up against my ass
and then lowering it down to find the opening to my pussy.
As soaking wet as I was, and with his cock was still wet from my mouth,
he slid fairly easily into me. Usually I prefer a man to enter me
slowly, taking his time to fill me gradually with his cock and letting me
experience the feel of each and every inch of his hard cock as it
violates my pussy for the first time. Well, Tom was simply too horny for
that kind of discipline and he just rammed himself into me as hard and
fast as he could.
I gasped as all nine inches of him suddenly filled my pussy, splitting me
apart like he was going to rip me in two. He didn’t stay still but
immediately began to pump himself in and out of me. I could feel and
hear him as he rammed deep into me, making a loud slapping sound as he
banged hard against my ass. I moaned loudly as he fucked me harder and
harder.
“Oh fuck me Tom! Fuck me!” I cried out. What was great was that I
wasn't having to fake a thing. I really DID want him to fuck me more and
I couldn't stop crying out for it! God it felt so damn good to have a
cock in me again! It didn't really matter whose it was, just that it was
real and hard and in me deep.
Everyone cheered as I kept crying out for him to fuck me harder. We were
in the middle of the room now, Tom with his pants at his ankles and his
shirt still on slamming his huge cock into my nude schoolgirl body as his
friends watched in amazement. I doubted that any of them could quite
believe what they were seeing. They had all known that Bill had arranged
for a stripper to tease them but did any of them really expect that the
groom, good ol’ Tom who was getting married shortly to his high school
sweetheart, would be fucking a whore right in the middle of the living
room right in front of them all – and letting them film it as well?
Tom’s cock swelled in me even more and his pace was quickening so I knew
he was about to cum. Ordinarily I would’ve let him cum inside of me as
nothing beat the feeling of a man’s cock when it explodes in me, shooting
hot loads of cum deep inside of my pussy. However, I still wanted to put
on a great show for everyone and I knew that guys love watching girls
take it in the mouth. I stepped forward which caused him to
involuntarily pull out of me. Damn, my pussy felt so empty all of a
sudden that I almost said the heck with it and took him back in me.
Instead, I stuck to the game plan and turned around to kneel in front of
him.
Tom’s cock was reacting in a predictable manner and when I knew he was
ready to explode I turned and said, “OK Bill, make sure you don’t miss
this!” I sucked Tom’s cock for a few more seconds and then switched to
stroking him with my hand as I held his swollen head a couple of inches
away from my open mouth. A few more strokes and he surged, releasing a
huge load of warm cum straight from the end of his cock directly into my
mouth. Bulls-eye! I could feel the warm cum hit the back of my throat
and gather on my outstretched tongue as Tom groaned and came again and
yet again. He was jerking so badly that I was having trouble aiming his
shots so a few of them missed my mouth and landed on my cheek and
breasts. Mmmmmmm, he tasted so fucking good! One of the few negative
things about masturbating was that you didn't get to taste a guy’s sperm
at the end!
I kept stroking him even after he stopped cumming, trying to draw every
drop from his balls that I could milk from his wonderful dick. I looked
up at Bill’s camera, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue so he could
document forever Tom’s cum that was covering it. Then I used Tom’s cock
like a squeegee to wipe the cum that was on my cheek into my mouth and
then used my fingers to scoop the cum from my boobs.
When I put his cock back in my mouth and sucked the last few drops from
him I could feel him shudder as my tongue ran around his now
hypersensitive dick. His cock slowly softened in my mouth and finally he
stepped back and sank into his chair with a look of exhaustion. Tom
glanced over at the photo next to him and shook his head, as if he
couldn't believe what he had just done. Then I couldn't help but smile
wickedly as I heard him talking to himself saying, “Oh my god, oh my
god,” he mused, “Shit, what if Nancy finds out?”
It made me feel so sensual and naughty to hear him worrying about his
fiancé finding out that he’d just fucked me. It was absolutely the best
thank-you he could have given me as I knew now he’d never forget me or
what he’d just done to me. No matter what, there was no way he could say
that he hadn’t enjoyed doing me!
Chapter 8 – The Best Man is Next
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I put my hands on my bare hips and turned to face the guys. It still
felt a little weird to have nine guys watching me while stroking their
stiff cocks in their hands, practically licking their chops with
anticipation. A few of them looked like they were feeling a little
awkward as they touching themselves in front of the others but since all
of them were doing it I guess that helped them to overcome their shyness.
I bit my lower lip as I looked at them and my pussy tingled with
anticipation of its own as I knew that before long it would be welcoming
every one of those hard cocks that was willing to fuck it. Finally I
couldn't wait any longer to get started so with my hands still on my hips
I said, “Well, are you guys just going to stand there stroking yourselves
or is somebody going to fuck me?”
Even after all the groping I had allowed them to do before, plus what I’d
just done with Tom, they still didn't seem to know for sure until this
point whether or not they would be able to fuck me themselves. I watched
impatiently as they looked at each other, waiting for someone to kick
things off.
Well, I should’ve known who would be the first “volunteer”. Bill
suddenly got this look of determination on his face as he dropped his
pants, followed by his underwear, and sat down in a chair, calling me
over to him. His erect cock was standing up all by itself, emerging from
his bushy pubic hair like a missile ready to launch.
“OK Kelly, if you want to be fucked so bad then get over here and sit on
my cock,” he called out to me, practically daring me to let him fuck me.
Well, I could deal with that type of dare!
As I approached him, Bill handed the video camera off to one of the guys,
threatening him with something like “cutting off his balls” he missed
anything! At first I just stood in front of him and caressed my exposed
boobs while he watched anxiously.
“Ok Bill,” I whispered in a husky voice, “You wanna fuck me so bad…then
fuck me.” There really wasn't anything else I needed to say. Bill was
sitting in a big overstuffed chair with plenty of room in it so I climbed
up and kneeled over him, his cock positioned under my wet pussy and my
boobs right in front of his face. I reached between my legs to hold his
cock and guide it into me as I started to lower myself down on it.
“Watch it Bill,” I said seductively. Yeah right, as if I had to
encourage him! ”I want you to watch your cock enter my tight young
pussy.”
My pussy was still swollen from the fucking Tom had just given it and
extremely sensitive so I couldn't help but gasp out loud as the tip of
Bill’s dick started to spread my slippery pussy lips apart, finding its
way inside of me. God he felt so good in me! I have had cocks bigger
than his but he was a definite keeper. My pussy practically screamed
with pleasure as he violated me.
It’s amazing how many thoughts can run through your mind in the short few
moments it takes for a cock to make its way all the way into your pussy.
I thought of his wife and what she would think if she could see her
husband now, his manhood that was suppose to be hers slowly disappearing
into a slutty teenager’s pussy. Then I had a vision of his cock sliding
into his daughter instead of mine.
My thoughts returned to real life when I felt his pubic hair tickle my
ass as I lowered myself all the way onto him until finally I was sitting
on his lap with his hard cock completely hidden from sight. I sat
motionless for just a bit to relish the feeling of him in me. My pussy
felt full with him in me making me feel satisfied for just a brief
moment. Bill also seemed to be enjoying the moment. His head was pulled
back and a huge smile was on his face.
“Ohhhhhhhhh, you’ve no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about
a moment like this one,” he groaned softly, just loud enough for me to
hear. “God you’re so fucking tight. I never dreamed a girl could be
this tight!”
With that we got down to more serious business as I bounced on his cock
and he fucked me. He had been stroking himself while Tom fucked me so I
knew it wasn’t going to take much to get him off. Actually, I really
didn't want to stretch things out anyway. My goal now was purely to be
fucked as hard and often as I could while I had this unique opportunity.
After over a month of nothing inside it but my fingers, my pussy was in
dire need of a good fucking and tonight was the opportunity make up for
lost time.
“Fuck me Bill, cum in me,” I told him. “Imagine your wife was here
watching us, seeing how much hotter I can make you than she ever could.”
“Damn you Kelly,” he groaned, “My wife’s pussy NEVER felt like this!”
”Well I bet your daughter’s would be even tighter,” I teased him.
“Damn, you’re such a fucking tease,” he panted, “Oh my god, here it cums
girl.”
I sat down hard on him to drive him as deeply into me as I could and just
then I felt the first burst of hot cum explode inside of me. He must
have been really loaded because he just kept cumming and cumming in me.
Each time I felt that sunburst of heat inside of me I imagined his cock
deep inside of me, his adulterous sperm spraying from the tip of his dick
into my starving pussy. When he finally finished sat down on him and
ground my ass into his lap, swiveling around to move his dick in me,
stirring his sperm inside of me. Finally I got off and stood up. When
his cock popped out of me it was like a dam had broken, releasing a gush
of cum which drained from my pussy, dripping on my thighs and down to the
floor.
“Now don’t forget me next time you fuck your wife!” I taunted Bill,
giving him wink as I turned my attention to the rest of the guys. Bill
was immediately out of my mind as I looked to see who was going to be
next to fuck me. Two down, eight to go...
Chapter 9 – The Rest of The Guys Do Me
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For the next hour or so I just let myself go, pretty much allowing myself
to be nothing more than a submissive whore, or should I say their sex
genie, granting the wishes of the rest of them one by one. Lying in the
middle of the floor, I let them to do pretty much whatever they wanted
(except anal which a couple of them tried but I wasn't about to go
there). Before it was over, I was pretty sure all of them had fucked me
at least once and there was a couple of them I knew were in me at least
three times or more although they didn't cum each time.
One reason I’m pretty sure they all fucked me was I think they wanted
everyone to participate so they were all equally guilty in case someone
was tempted to spilled the beans afterwards. What surprised me more than
anything was how many of the guys had wedding rings on at a “bachelor”
party! Well, I guess the only guy who HAD to be a bachelor was the
groom. Actually, it thrilled me when I saw the rings on their fingers
when they fucked me, knowing what they represented.
In addition to the adultery aspect, I wondered if any of them had
daughters at home that they might be looking at a little differently
after fucking me! Even Tom returned for another shot at my pussy.
Evidently any remorse he might have been having had faded quickly once he
saw everyone else fucking me.
At times I had two or more cocks working me - one in my mouth, one in my
pussy and one or two in my hands. I lost count how many times I came
myself and there’s no way I’ll ever know just how many loads of cum were
sprayed on me, pumped in my pussy or shot in my mouth. All I DO know is
that I was literally bathed in cum by the time they were done with me.
My pussy go to be so full of sperm that when the next cock entered me I
could hear the squishing sound of the cum being pushed out of me. By the
time the last guy was finishing himself off inside of me, I was almost
afraid to stand up, not knowing how much cum was going to gush from my
heavily fucked pussy!
It was fitting that the last guy to fuck me was Tom, back for yet another
crack at my pussy. He must have figured that having crossed the line he
may as well go all the way! The rest of them collapsed on the furniture
or floor, leaving me alone on my back waiting for Tom to finish things
off.
Taking advantage of me being on my back, this time Tom fucked me in the
missionary position. My legs were exhausted so I just laid back with my
legs apart, letting him do all the work. Despite all the fucking my
pussy had just been given, his big cock was still a pleasure to have in
me.
I don’t know where he managed to get it from, but eventually he had one
last load of cum for me and this time he stayed in me instead of pulling
out as he had done the previous two times. After he came he just stayed
in me, holding himself up on his elbows as we both savored the moment.
“Remember this tomorrow night in your wedding bed,” I whispered up to him
as he panted from his exertions. “Remember how tight my pussy feels on
your dick, how good it felt to cum in me.”
Maybe I was going over the top but I couldn't stop myself. He didn't
respond but the increased pressure as he tried to drive his spent cock
just a little further into me told me all I needed to know. Finally he
was so soft he was almost out of me anyway so he pulled out of and to the
floor next to me, sweating like crazy with his eyes closed.
I smiled as I looked at Tom’s now flaccid dick, glistening in the light
with the mixture of our cum covering it. It was hard to believe that it
had actually been INSIDE of me three times in the past couple of hours
and I tried to imagine how it must have looked inside of me that last
time as he shot his sperm into me.
Chapter 10 – Winding Down
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Looking around, half the guys seemed to be asleep (or passed out) and the
rest of them were barely awake so it seemed things were finally over by
default. I got up and staggered a bit as I tried to regain my balance
enough to walk back to the bedroom. God, my legs felt like I’d just run
a marathon! I could feel some of their cum dripping out of me, leaving
wet spots on the hardwood floor like I was marking a trail to the
bedroom.
There was a full-length mirror in the bedroom. Oh my god, when I looked
at the mirror I barely recognized the girl I saw in it. My hair, as I
suspected, was a total wreck and there were large traces of rapidly
drying cum all over it making it stick together in clumps. Damn, I knew
they had cum a lot but even so, I couldn’t believe how much cum was
actually on me. It seemed to cover my entire face and most of my upper
body, not to mention what was filling my pussy.
Looking around, I didn't see a towel so I lifted the bedcover and used it
to wipe myself off. A grin came to my face as I imagined Bill trying to
explain THAT stain to his wife tomorrow! My face and chest were still
brightly flushed and my mouth felt slimy not to mention the distinct
aftertaste of cock and cum.
Slowly It began to sink in me as I stood there just what I’d done this
evening. Sure I’d fucked more than my fair share of guys in my life but
it was usually part of some type of relationship, even if just a physical
one. Although I’d fucked a number of guys at several of Beth’s sex
parties, in those cases it was different as everyone was there to do it
and I wasn't the only girl.
There was also the slight technicality that nobody had ever paid me to be
fucked at any of those parties!
I’ve always taken a sort of perverse pride in having a well-earned
reputation for being a slut but after all my internal debates I knew
there is only one description for me tonight – whore. Sure my father
playfully called me a whore at times but it was just his way of teasing
me and I always knew he respected me. Tonight I’d given my body over to
a group of horny men who didn't give a damn about Kelly, the nineteen
year-old college student. How would my parents feel if they ever found
out that I’d allowed myself to be used like some impersonal sex toy,
allowing a dozen men to use my body for their own sexual gratification
and lewd pleasure without any concern whatsoever about my well- being or
feelings?
For just a brief moment I also felt a sense of guilt as I realized I’d
deliberately fucked what seemed to be a very decent man who most likely
had never wanted to be with anyone but his soon-to-be wife. Now for the
rest of his life he would have to live with what he did with me tonight.
Then on second thought, I didn't feel so guilty and instead felt a sense
of pride in myself. After all, it wasn't every girl who was sexy enough
to convince a guy to cheat on his fiancé less than twenty-four hours
before their marriage! Besides, it wasn't like I’d stuck a gun to his
head and demanded he fuck me. Tom was the one who made the final
decision and all he had to do was say no and nothing more would have
happened. No, it wasn't MY fault at all he would always have this on his
conscience.
With these thoughts going through my head I pulled on my jeans and drew
my sweatshirt back over my head. Then I saw a clock on the dresser –
3:30AM! Damn, I’d been out there for hours! I was about to leave when
there was a single knock on the door. I opened it and my dear sweet Bill
was there. He didn't say a word but just handed me a sealed envelope.
It was pretty thick and from the size and shape I knew instantly what was
in it. Well, now I was officially a whore – I’d just been paid for
allowing men to fuck me!
“Just something the guys wanted to give you,” he finally said. “Damn,
you were incredible this evening Kelly. I know you’re dressed and it’s
getting late but could I possibly fuck you again? I’d give anything to
do you on our bed! I'll pay you if that’s what you want.”
For a brief moment I considered letting him do me again. The idea of
doing him in his own bed where he slept and made love to his wife was
tempting, to say the least. Looking at his crotch (he hadn’t bothered to
put his pants on so his new erection was pretty obvious), he seemed to be
more than ready to go again but I decided it was just too late and I
needed to get home. God, I was so tired I could barely stand, not that I
think Bill would have cared one way or the other so long as my pussy was
available. Without saying anything I stepped through the door and
slipped past him.
With that I quickly made my way to the front door and outside. The
chilly winter air hit me like a slap in the face and I ran back to the
taxi which was patiently waiting for me. The driver didn't say a word to
me the entire way back and I even fell asleep on the way home.
Back at my dorm, fortunately I didn't meet anyone on my way down the
hall, God only knows what they would have said looking at me like this at
almost five in the morning! I tried to enter our room as quietly as
possible but the damn door always creaked loudly and tonight was no
exception. The only light in the room was a small nightlight we used but
I could make out Karen as she sat up groggily in her bed. She was
rubbing her eyes and her voice was husky from sleep.
“That you Kelly? My goodness you’re late tonight. Everything OK?”
“No problem Karen, I talk to you in the morning. G’night!”
Karen laid back down as I went by our beds to make my way to the
bathroom. Odds were she wouldn't even remember waking up when morning
came. Then Karen stirred again and wrinkled her nose saying, “My
goodness Kelly, what’s that smell?”
Well, I knew what it was but Karen, a certified virgin, didn’t recognize
the musky smell of sex that I knew I must have reeked of. She wasn't
really awake so I just ignored her and sure enough she laid back down and
fell back asleep. Hopefully when morning arrived she would have
forgotten that I smelled like a whore who had just been fucked by ten
guys!
In the bathroom I looked in the mirror and was glad that I hadn’t met
anyone on my way back home. Wow, I really looked like a tramp,
especially my hair which had far more cum in it than I’d thought when I
was in the more dimly lit bedroom. By now it was completely dried and I
couldn't wait to take a shower. I must have spent half an hour under a
hot stream of water trying to remove my unwanted trophies. I lathered
and rinsed my hair three times before it felt clean again. There was
dried cum all over me and every time I thought I was clean I found yet
another spot on me.
Finally I felt like a real person again and threw on a t-shirt. I hid my
outfit in a bag that I kept under my bed and flopped into my bed.
What a night! It was almost 6:00 AM and I would have to get up in a
couple hours for church which promised to be an effort. I thought once
again about the things I had when I was back in Bill’s bedroom. Overall
I had really enjoyed the evening. Being the center of attention at the
party was thrilling and showing myself off to the guys and seeing how
excited just the sight of my body made them was incredibly erotic.
Suddenly I remembered the envelope and reached under the bed to get it
out of my bag. I opened it up and was shocked – it was full of twenties
and even a few hundreds. By the time I counted it all up it was $840!
Hmmmmmm, maybe being a whore wasn’t so bad after all. It was just a joke
on myself as I knew I wasn't ready to become a prostitute but there were
other possibilities including more parties such as this, not to mention I
still was waiting for my first escort assignment.
I quickly fell asleep feeling much better about myself and with a resolve
to take on these new ventures as soon as possible.
THE END