bachelorette party

I’ve never written anything like this before, but I was encouraged by some friends of mine. Because of my line of work, I’m always telling crazy stories. My best friend Mark suggested I start writing them down, so now I’m sharing them with you. I thought I’d start with one of my most bizarre stories and see how it goes. So, without further ado, let me introduce myself. My name is Ryan, and I’m a male stripper.

I love my job. I really do. I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist; always wanting to show off my body, so it’s a good fit. A little bit about me: I’m 6’1, short brown hair, brown eyes, and athletic. I’m actually pretty fair skinned as far as strippers go. I’ve never been able to tan very well. Being a stripper means maintaining a pristine physique. It’s actually a lot of work. I work out a lot and mostly stick to a strict diet. I may not have bulging muscles, but I have great abs and everything else is kept pretty tight.

I don’t strip in a club or anything. I’m not a fucking Chip and Dale. I exclusively do parties. This means that I do a lot of birthdays and bachelorette parties. People pay extra for private parties. Just one show will pay my rent for the month and leave me with plenty left over. The story I’m about to tell you happened at a bachelorette party.

“But, Ryan, you’re telling me that something interesting happened with a bunch of horny, drunk girls sitting in a room with a naked stripper?” I know. Seems obvious, right? Wrong! So fucking wrong. Not in a million years would you guess what I had to do at this party.

I didn’t have a clue what I was in for either when I first arrived. All I knew going in was that there was going to be five women and that I might be asked to do a little something extra. The maid of honor was the one who had called me to set everything up. I told her I could possibly do something extra, but I would need to charge more. I’m not above doing things like that. I don’t exactly whore myself out to whoever, but I will do it every so often. In fact, you would be surprised how many soon-to-be wives sleep with strippers during their bachelorette parties. Most people think that only men do that, but women are just as guilty.

The maid of honor told me that she was perfectly willing to pay whatever I wanted. So, I overcharged her a little, but I’m glad I did. Looking back, I probably could have charged her more.

I walked into the lobby of a very nice hotel around 11:00. The maid of honor recognized me from my ad photo and walked over to greet me. She was very attractive. Her body was kind of petite looking and she had pretty small tits, but she had the most wonderfully shaped ass; so round and firm that you just want to reach out and palm it in your hand. Her hair was one of those shades that’s not quite red but not quite brown, and she was wearing a tight dress that cut off around mid-thigh, showing off a set of shapely legs.

“Are you Benjamin?” she asked.

“That’s me,” I said. No, I don’t have a ridiculous stripper name. No, Benjamin is not my real name. The guy who got me into the business told me to go with Benjamin. He said it was a classy name and women would love it. He wasn’t wrong.

The maid of honor took me upstairs. They had rented out two conjoined rooms for the night. She took me into one that was empty so I could get ready. I gave her the stereo I had brought with my music on it so she could go set it up. I use the same CD for every party I do for about six months before I switch to another one. While I was preparing, I could hear loud voices from the other room. They were all laughing and having a good time. That always makes my job easier. About ten minutes later, the maid of honor poked her head in to tell me that they were ready for me. I could tell that she was excited for the show by the tone of her voice.

I walked into the other room wearing a business suit and glasses. Like I said, women like a touch of class. The break-away dress pants I was wearing may have made it slightly less classy. The women all started cheering and whistling when I walked in. They were all visibly plastered, especially the bride-to-be.

I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a bachelorette party or not, but there are, one hundred percent of the time, penises absolutely everywhere. There are penis-shaped glasses, penis hats, penis cakes, penis popsicles, penis ice cube trays…. Any novelty item that you could normally find in a party section of a store has a penis counterpart somewhere made for bachelorette parties. And, of course, the hotel room was chock-full of them. The bride was actually wearing a veil with tiny plastic penises attached to it.

I did a quick scan of the room, looking over all the horny, penis-lollypop eating women who sat in a semi-circle around the room. I was surprised to see that they were all pretty young. Not one of them could have been older than twenty three. I was twenty seven at the time, so it was always nice to be performing for someone closer to my own age for a change. More often than not, my clients are forty year olds having their “over the hill” birthday party. Don’t get me wrong, I love mature women, but it’s nice to switch things up every now and then.

Two of the girls sat on a couch together. One was a pretty brunette and the other was a blonde wearing entirely too much make-up. The maid of honor was sitting on the arm of a chair. And, in that chair, was a conservatively dressed blonde woman who didn’t look too thrilled to see me walk in the room. As it turns out, she was the groom’s sister. The groom’s family was all very religious and she didn’t seem to be very comfortable with the idea of watching her brother’s wife with a stripper.

In the center of the room, sitting in an armless chair, was the bride to be. She was something else. She had dark brown hair and light blue eyes that tore at me like she was a fucking lioness. She was drunk and horny, which is always a good combination for me. I tilted my glasses down, looking over the lenses to make it clear I was checking out her body. This girl was stacked. A large pair of double d’s were stuffed into her dress, leaving plenty of cleavage for me to see. She crossed one leg over the other making her dress ride up a little. She had some thick thighs too. Whoever built her put all the right parts in all the best places.

“So, I hear that Melany is getting married next week,” I said. The girls cheered, and I started my show. I’ll stick to telling you the key points of the show. I did my usual routine. I started off with a strip tease, going down to what is essentially a speedo, then I straddled the bride and gave her a sort of lap dance.

She got pretty handsy, but that’s normal for what I do. Female strippers have the no touching rule, but male strippers usually don’t. That’s what the women pay for. They want to touch. At one point, I did have to pull her hand out from my pants. It’s important to keep pace with these sorts of things. After giving the bride her lap dance, I went around the room, grinding on the other girls. They were all getting into it, except for the groom’s sister. The other girls and I tried to encourage her on, but she was pretty stiff. I continued on with the show, doing my usual moves and saying my usual lines. It was a pretty good time all around.

I’ve worked a lot of bachelorette parties. I’ve gone to a few bachelor parties myself. I can tell you from experience that, when there’s a stripper, bachelorette parties are much, MUCH filthier than bachelor parties, and I’m going to show you why. It all starts when the cock comes out. Once they see the dick, women at bachelorette parties transform into turbo-sluts.

I did a few moves to show off, before heading right into the good stuff. These girls seemed like they didn’t need any more anticipation. So, I did a special trick of mine where I swing my cock back and forth and make it hard without using my hands. The girls fucking loved that. And, being an exhibitionist, I loved knowing that they were all staring at my rock hard dick. I’m about seven inches, so I’ve never been shy about putting myself out there.

It was time for the real fun to begin. There was fire in the girls’ eyes and they looked hungry for cock. This is where the key difference between bachelorette parties and bachelor parties comes out. A bachelorette party is often quite interactive. What happens if a party reaches this point is I start some more aggressive dancing. This involves things like rubbing my dick right on the girls’ faces, or putting myself between their legs and dry humping them. Like I said, aggressive. Sometimes, the girls grab me and stroke my cock. Sometimes, only if I’m absolutely sure they want it, I let them suck on it a little. This is all relatively standard. Like I said, when the cock comes out, women transform.

So, I began my trek around the room once again. Based on how things were going so far, I was sure that all of these girls were going to want to suck on my cock a little, and I couldn’t have been more right. The blonde on the couch took me into her mouth first while the brunette watched and ran her hands over my ab muscles. The girls all cheered each other on as they each took a turn sucking on my cock. They didn’t care that they were doing this right in front of their friends. In fact, I think that aspect is appealing to a lot of women. When it came to be her turn, the maid of honor looked up at me with devious eyes. She gulped down my cock and did some amazing trick with her tongue on the underside it. I know several techniques to keep from cumming, and I was thankful for every single one just then.

I got to the groom’s sister once again, and she was still resistant. So, I walked right up beside the chair she was sitting in and placed my fat cock on her shoulder. The girls all cheered her on enthusiastically. She looked like she didn’t even want to be in the room, but I could tell that she also wanted that cock. She was trying to fight it, but, with how much they had been drinking and with my thick member sitting right on her shoulder, her will broke. She tentatively took me into her mouth for a little bit before she started laughing and playfully pushed me away. At least I got her to loosen up and start having a good time.

Finally, it was time for the big finally – the bride. I decided to give these girls a big finish. I stood the bride up off of her chair, turned her around and bent her over. With her hands on the seat of her chair, I dry humped her forcefully, getting a big response from the other girls. The bride loved it and started twerking her thick ass as I mock fucked her. She made quite the sight from my view. Next I straightened her up again, reached around her, and grabbed her huge tits in my hands, giving them a quick shake. The maid of honor whistled as the bride’s hefty tits shook in her dress.

Then it was time for the biggest crowd pleaser I had. I spun her around so that she was facing me. Then, with one arm around her waist and one arm around her shoulder, I lifted her up and spun her so that she was upside down, moving my arms around her waist to hold her up. It takes a lot of strength to do that, but I managed to pull it off perfectly so that her face was directly lined up with my cock. The bride caught on quickly. She hugged herself close to me and started sucking on my cock upside down. All of the girls, even the groom’s sister, watched wide eyed and cheered.

The bride was aggressively sucking my cock, taking as much of me as she could handle. Then came the part I had been looking forward to. With her legs up in the air, I could see right up (or down rather) the bride’s short dress. She was wearing a black thong underneath. Aiming directly into her crotch, I buried my face into the fabric of her panties and shook my head from side to side. She was soaking wet, but I continued to shake my head between her legs, my nose stuffed into the bottom of her ass crack and my mouth pressing right into her mound. Her dress had come up quite a ways, exposing most of her ass to the rest of the room. That just made the girls cheer that much more, watching her ass shake in her black thong while she sucked on my cock.

I continued to hold her until my arms began to grow tired. Then I quickly spun her right side up, slapped her on the ass, and let her gently fall back onto her chair once again. She looked worn out and disoriented as she sat, disheveled in her seat of honor.

“Cum on her face!” I heard the maid of honor yell. Thank God for that girl. Cumming during a show is a big no-no unless it’s explicitly agreed upon. As my show is normally a big tease, I usually don’t get to cum, which means I have to take care of myself later. But, these girls wanted to see some cum. So, with the bride sitting in a heap on her chair, her dress still riding up, I put a leg on either side of her chair, pumped my cock in my hand, and quickly shot a big load onto the bride’s face. All of the other girls crowded around to see. The bride looked up at me, smiling and dripping with cum; a good end to a good show.

Now, some of you may be thinking that the girls sucking my dick and me shooting a load on the bride’s face was the little something extra that the maid of honor had paid for. You’d be wrong. Everything that happened during that show is normally included. It’s optional, but it’s included. Like I said, private parties pay pretty well. Also like I said, bachelorette parties are much filthier than bachelor parties. I gathered my things, thanked the girls, and went back into the other room to get dressed. From the other room, I heard the girls moving around and heard several go out the door. I put my underwear back on, sat on one of the beds, and waited. The extra that the maid of honor had paid for was undoubtedly sex. It always is. Generally, when I agree to do this, it usually involves taking the bride into a private room and making sure I give her at least three orgasms or so. So, I just waited there for the bride to come in.

It was about ten minutes later before the door opened. I expected to see the big-titted bride walk in, but was surprised when it was the maid of honor. She looked at me and waved me back into the other room. I followed her, curious as to what she had in mind.

When I got back into the main room, it had emptied out.

“Where did everyone go?” I asked.

“Tammy, Karen, and Melissa went down to the bar,” she said. “Melany is waiting for you in the bathroom.”

“In the bathroom?” Why the hell did she want me in the bathroom? The maid of honor led the way and I followed her into the bathroom. It was a good sized room with nice tile floor. Sitting in the middle of the floor, completely naked, was the bride. She had her legs spread wide and was slowly fingering herself. That same lioness look was spread across her face as she looked at me.

“Stripper,” she said, clearly drunk, “get over here and eat my pussy.” This all seemed a little strange, but who was I to refuse. I walked over to the bride and lay down with my head between her meaty thighs. I looked up at her and could just barely see her eyes over her giant tits. Over my shoulder, I noticed that the maid of honor had closed the door behind her. She was staying in the room with us. Did that mean they wanted a threesome?

I lowered my head down and started going to work on the bride’s pussy. Her pubic hair was shaved into a thin strip that stopped an inch above her puffy lips. She instantly started moaning. She must have been halfway to cumming before I even walked into the room based on the way she writhed beneath my tongue. She was incredibly responsive as I expertly licked her.

After several minutes, I thought that she was getting close to cumming. Then I was suddenly distracted by a hand on my leg. It slowly caressed its way up my body all the way up to my shoulder. That’s when the maid of honor came back into my field of vision. She had taken off all of her clothes. I could see her small, perky tits and a small patch of not-quite-red hair between her legs. Her hand didn’t stop once it left my shoulder. It made its way to the bride’s thigh and continued upwards.

The maid of honor kneeled beside her friend and lowered her mouth down onto the bride’s right breast. She opened her mouth wide and began sucking on it, flicking the nipple with her tongue. The bride’s response was immediate as she quickly accelerated towards cumming. I increased my licking as I watched the maid of honor suck the bride’s tit into her mouth.

“Yes! Yes!” the bride panted. Then she gasped and her body jerked. “Oh shit. I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” She started bucking her hips up into my face and grabbed the back of her maid of honor’s head, moving it up and down on her tit like she was getting a blowjob. She cried out as her orgasm rocked her body. Then she stopped moving, shaking slightly on the cool bathroom tile.

The maid of honor detached herself from the huge tit and I moved myself up the bride’s body. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and began kissing my chest and neck. I flexed my muscles as she ran her hands over them. She was still panting from the powerful orgasm, but I managed to hear her say,

“I want you to pee in my butt.” I laughed. I had heard that expression before, but only from men. If you’ve never heard it before, I’ll explain. Some guys will say “I’d tap that.” Others say “I’d stick it in her pooper.” And then, mostly for a laugh, some guys will say, “I’d pee in her butt.”

“What’s so funny?” said the bride as she continued to kiss my body.

“Oh, nothing. Just hearing you say that.” I thought that this drunken bride had just had a few too many drinks. However, she stopped kissing me, grabbed my face and looked directly into my eyes with a serious expression on her face.

“I mean this in the most literal way possible,” she said carefully so that there was no misunderstanding. “I want you to stick your cock up my butt and piss inside of me.” Well, there was no wrong way to interpret that. I looked at the maid of honor who just smiled back at me, then I looked back at the bride sprawled out underneath me.

“You’re serious,” I said. “You mean…. I thought that was just an expression.”

“Where do you think the expression came from?” said the bride, smiling.

“You seriously want me to… to piss in your ass?” I said.

“Next week, Melany is getting married to a guy named Gary,” said the maid of honor. “Gary is a great guy, but he’s such a fucking prude.”

“It’s true,” said the bride. “He won’t even fuck me with the lights on.”

“This is the last chance she’s going to have to really get nasty the way she likes for a while,” said the maid of honor. Then she put on a pouty voice. “Can you please do this for her?” I thought for a few seconds.

“I…. I, ummm…. Ok,” I said, still baffled. I surprised myself by agreeing to doing this so quickly.

The bride squealed in excitement. She crawled out from under me and flipped over into a doggystyle position, sticking her big ass up in the air. “Erin, get him hard for me,” she said. The maid of honor stood me up and pulled my underwear down. Then she got down on her knees and took me into her mouth. This sudden turn of events had me pretty shocked. I had never pissed on a girl before, let alone inside her ass.

The maid of honor started working my dick in her mouth, occasionally doing that thing she had done with her tongue earlier. She was quite an enthusiastic little cocksucker. Down on the floor, the bride was spreading lube across her asshole. Then she started fingering her ass, working the lube inside. Just watching her tight hole swallow her finger was getting me very hard. The maid of honor stopped sucking.

“He’s nice and hard,” she said.

“Good,” said the bride. Her breathing was getting heavy from all the anticipation. “Stick it in my ass, stripper boy.”


[This is a work of fiction. With the exception of the city of Chicago, all places, events, and characters are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Also, please note that in chapter one, the date of Amy receiving the government death notice telegram should have been 1945, not 1944 as my typo error indicated. This would also make her later statement of "widow for more than two years..." now have to read "widow for more than a year..." as at least one feedback writer has indicated. My apologies for the unintentional error in chronology.]

It was the summer of 1926, the last Sunday in June, to be exact. My twenty-fifth birthday had been celebrated just the month before at a party thrown by my boss at a local country club. The roaring twenties were, well, roaring! My wedding had just occurred and my new husband, Larry, and I were heading back down the aisle to the strains of Trumpet Voluntary. It was just 5:45 p.m. and the wedding supper was scheduled to start at 7:00, to be followed by a wedding dance at the country club at nine.

Before I continue with my story, perhaps I should tell you something. I may be in my late 80′s as of 2005, but my mind is clear–at least about these early years of my life, if not the more recent ones. I dictate into a digital recorder (modern technology, my, my, my!), and my free spirited granddaughter transcribes those notes later on her computer word processor (more modern technology!) and then prints the story. Don’t underestimate us senior citizens!

But, back to my story, I need to back up a bit. Larry and I had begun dating near the end of our sophomore year in high school. I lost my virginity with him at our junior prom the next year, spring, 1916. We dated all through our senior year and we fucked three or four more times, the last time the night of our senior prom. Larry enlisted right after graduation and after basic training, I saw him off to France to fight the Hun on loan to and in the service of the Brits. I would not see him again for nearly a decade.

In the meantime, I got a job in Chicago as a secretary, quickly advancing up to the position of executive secretary to the president of a large bank. I had to be well qualified as a secretary, but the rapid advancement meant that I also had to fuck the guy to get the job. That “one nighter” became an affair that lasted two years and resulted in many expensive presents for me. The affair ended amicably and I remained his secretary. I was good at both jobs, very, very good! The boss did get a new mistress though, a black girl. I guess he just needed variety.

After the affair ended, I was then unattached, but I did not lack for dates from which to choose. My flaming red hair, both top and bottom, green eyes, light freckles and big chest, especially my chest, kept the boys sniffing around! My tight butt didn’t hurt a thing, either! It was the era of the flapper, but with my big tits, I went more for the Mae West look instead. And boy, were the flappers ever envious of my successes, too!

Although the affair with my boss had ended quite some time ago, we still did have the occasional one nighter, and he was my escort for a country club dance on a summer night in May of 1926. I had gone out on the terrace for some air and a naughty cigarette, when I felt arms reach around me from behind and the hands clasp over my belly button.

“Long time, no see!” said a strangely familiar voice, as I was drawn back tightly into a rock hard cock, straining to be released.

I squirmed around to stare into the eyes of my former high school lover, Larry! “My God,” I said, “where have you been?”

He replied, “Well, I was wounded rather severely and spent a long time in the hospital in both France and in various army medical centers on the U.S. east coast. I spent my idle hours studying photography and journalism and got a job on a New England newspaper after release from medical care and the military.”

“My,” I said, “You had a varied time of it. Are you married?”

“No,” he replied, “I never found the right girl, I guess, none to match you anyway and, I was pretty busy getting my career established in a very competitive field. How ’bout you?”

“No, me either,” I answered. What brings you to Chicago and this country club?” Larry answered, “I am in town on a photo assignment and got the invitation here tonight from friends.”

Suddenly, we were in each other’s arms in a skin tight embrace! Larry’s mouth opened and his tongue forced mine open. Our tongues entwined as we licked and sucked our way through a lengthy and messy French kiss. “Oh my God,” I said, “I have missed you so much. You just disappeared after enlisting.”

“Yeah,” he said, “I really missed you too, but I was shipped out right after basic, thrown into combat immediately, and severely injured on the second day in the trenches. After that, things just got out of hand and out of contact.” He began nibbling and kissing on my neck and left ear, making me tingle all over. I was wearing a very low cut gown with only my chemise top under it, and I felt Larry caressing my right boob with his left hand over the expansive area of exposure. Suddenly, the scanty coverings dropped down (shoved?) and my boob popped out in all it’s naked glory for Larry to rub and play with. I felt my panties develop a wet spot, a big one! I brushed his hand away and tucked the errant boob back into place as Larry’s hands grabbed my ass and pulled me tight against his huge erection. I helped by hugging him and pulling on him too!

Larry asked if I had an escort and I said that I did but that I could fix that with no trouble, which I promptly did. Larry led me out to his car in the parking lot, a 1926 Model T Ford. It was a turtle back closed coup with just the one bench seat. The “gear shift” consisted of the three pedals on the floor beneath the steering wheel. The three speed floor shift would have to wait for the Model A a few years later. This meant that other than the steering wheel, there was no obstruction for playing around on that big bench.

My gown top and chemise were quickly pulled down and the hem pushed up as Larry got one hand and his mouth on my tits and one hand on and in my pussy. He was almost on fire with desire and lust. So was I, especially as he worked me up to a fever pitch! He was licking my nipples and boobs, then between my tits, and then biting my nipples and snapping them with his teeth. I was heating up to the boiling point very quickly!

At the same time, Larry was rubbing up and down my cunt on both side of my slit, his middle finger riding on the slit itself. That finger went into my gash deeper and deeper with each stroke until it finally found my cunt hole and popped in. Larry wiggled that finger around and then settled in to tickling my G-Spot. My hips were by now bucking and heaving with real force against his hand and finger. I whimpered, “Oh, God, Larry, don’t stop! Don’t stop, Please! OoooooHhhhhhhh! I began to leak cunt juices like mad, drenching Larry’s hand and the seat cushion.

I could tell Larry was rock hard and long ready to punch his big dick into my pussy’s love channel. Larry dropped his pants in a blur of motion and started rubbing that big dick up and down my soaking pussy, adding his pre cum to my juices for lubricant. He again found my love canal opening and shoved his uncut cocked into the tunnel. Then he stopped and began to sloooowwly inch in further and further, stopping a bit and then continuing to push in, deeper and deeper, deeper, until he was finally buried balls deep into my pussy. Oh Gooddd, he was driving me delirious with lust and desire! I cried out, “Oh God, Larry, fill me up, fill me up, fuck me hard!” He did!

My hands pulled on his ass to try to force him in harder and deeper. My God, I was about to go crazy with lust and desire, “Fuck me harder, faster, for God’s sake, Larry, FUCK ME HAARRRDDDDEERRRR!” But Larry continued a slow, steady thrusting, all the way in, back out, all the way back in with that big fuck stick of his.

Suddenly, I began cumming! Pussy juice flowed like Niagara and I shuddered through one, then two, and then three orgasms. On the third one, Larry arched his back, thrust hard and deep, and erupted in a volcano of cock cream, deep in my pussy! That Model T was rocking like a steam engine doing ninety down the track! The night air had cooled considerable and the T’s windows were steamed opaque. I was quite surprised, as we opened the doors for air, to hear a round of applause and cries of, “Bravo, bravo, encore, encore!”

We had attracted a small crowd of onlookers! I was so embarrassed! But Larry just gave a little flippant bow and wave of his hand, uncoupled from me, and grabbed my head. He pulled me down to his cock and told me, “Suck it clean, babe, suck it clean. My bare ass was sticking out the door for all to see. More cheering! The trouble with sucking him clean was that he started getting hard again.

I said, “Slow down big boy, your turn. Now suck me clean!” Larry leaned down and proceeded to give my pussy a tongue lashing as he licked and sucked me clean. Now his ass was sticking out the door, his ball sack hanging low for all to see. More cheers! I also saw at least one couple watching us with the guy’s dick out and standing at attention while his date jacked him off.

When Larry had me cleaned off, he was hard as granite again. I scrunched down on the seat and had him straddle my chest and put his cock between my big tits. I used my hands to squeeze those big puppies together while he thrust up and down my cleavage, using saliva as a lubricant. When his cock head popped out of his foreskin at the top of each thrust, he paused while I took it in my mouth and licked and sucked on it. More cheers! In a very short time, he shuddered and shot a small wad of cock cream into my mouth. I swallowed it all and sucked him dry. More cheers!

By this point, both Larry and I were sorely in need of a time out! So, we sat up, rearranged our clothes and he started the car with a button. He had added one of those new, fancy, electric self starters so he did not have to get out and hand crank anymore. Meanwhile, our audience was giving us a rousing round of applause! I told Larry I had an apartment downtown and that is where we headed. I invited him to stay the night. He did and now, a month later, here we are getting married!

But, I need to also tell you about the bachelorette party last night! Was it ever a doozy! Several ot the girls at the office planned and got the party together. A big, maroon Dusenberg sedan, wire wheels sparkling, picked me up outside my apartment and drove me to a well known speak easy on Welles Street. My boss had been arm twisted by the girls to rent the whole place, starting at ten that night.

The party began hairy and wild from the start. Booze flowed like prohibition had never been thought of, good Canadian stuff. Chicago still knew how to party, Prohibition or not! The music was jazz and loud. A stand up comedian occupied the first half hour with an increasingly more dirty monologue of jokes. The second half hour got more interesting and heated up as a young couple came out on the stage to a very loud trumpet fanfare.

They walked out holding hands and reciting some romantic lines that very quickly led to a passionate embrace. This led to a passionate striptease of each undressing the other. Then it was an erotic courting dance of hands on tits, hands on and in pussy, hands on cock, and finally, a doggie style fuck that had the twenty or so girls of the audience screaming, moaning, and masturbating. Some were masturbating through or under their clothes. Others unabashedly bared tits and/or pussies and were masturbating naked and exposed flesh in wild abandon. An awful lot of orgasms came off–other than the ones on the stage. A missionary position fuck on the stage set off another horny round of lust and masturbation, solo or otherwise, in the audience. By now, that included me, vigorously rubbing and finger fucking my pussy and tits.

Then, the high light of the evening! A huge gift wrapped box was pushed out onto the stage, pretty, with a big bow on top and all. The small jazz combo struck up a saxophone heavy bump and grind song and the front panel of the box dropped down with a loud bang! Out stepped a gorgeous hunk of a blonde man in full tux. He began to bump and grind to the music to the yells and roars of approval from the audience as he slowly began to remove articles of clothing, one thing at a time, starting with his top hat and cane. He looked like a Charles Atlas under those clothes and time would prove that a very correct assumption.

By this point, most of the girls were pretty far under the influence, with one or two already nearly passed out at or over their tables. Many tits and pussies were now bare and being caressed vigorously as the stud stripped. When he finally got down to just his jockey shorts, the shorts were tented and stretched to the breaking point. Studly spent a long tease, dropping and raising portions of those shorts. As he gyrated, his pecker head started appearing above the waist band! Girls nearly fainted as they began noticing and approval roars made the room vibrate like two sets of banjo strings in a rendition of Dueling Banjos.

Studly finally managed to strip out of the shorts and a monster fuck stick now stood straight up, the tip just past the top of his navel when he held it against himself to show it off. Now girls did faint. Pre cum was making the tip glisten and shine in the spotlights. He continued to gyrate to the music, but now he was slowly jacking himself off in tune with the music. One or two girls, and then more, began to rush up to him and touch his phallic totem, some brave enough to rub that cock head and beat a hasty retreat back to their seats, giggling and screaming hysterically.

Then studly began to make his way towards the head table and me. I was just tipsy enough at this point to enjoy what was happening (as if I needed to be tipsy!), Girls were yelling and screaming as studly reached me and did an up close and personal dance for me, his naked cock bobbing and swaying with his gyrations. Then he straddled my chair with his cock in my face and I just grabbed it and put it in my mouth to the sound of the loudest roars of approval yet. I licked that cockhead first and then began to stroke him as I deep throated him—deep throat, back off and jack, and repeat several times. What with his sensual dance and then my actions, it did not take long before he was shooting cock cream down my throat, buckets of it. The load was so large, it ran out of both corners of my mouth and drooled onto my lap. He was really excited too!

He must have been priapetic, because he stood me up and sat on my chair with his cock still standing at full attention. Then studly raised my dress, dropped my drawers and sat me down on his big stick while the room went absolutely mad. He bounced me up and down until I came in shuddering orgasm and spilled pussy juice on us both. He shuddered in a more or less dry orgasm. The rest of the night, many of the girls took turns with him, singly or in groups, jacking and stroking him while he finger fucked them and used his hands and mouth on their bare tits. It was quite a one man, endless women orgy!

Well, back to the end of the wedding ceremony. By the time I got out of the church, I was ready to “freshen up” before the wedding supper began. The supper was at the same country club as the later dance and only fifteen minutes away from the church. Larry had rented a big, black, Cadillac V-12 touring car for the evening and that drove us to the club where the bridesmaids and I immediately headed for the spectacular powder rooms it offered guests.

Larry’s eighteen year old brother, Ray, was nearly eight years younger than Larry and I and was our best man. Leaving the powder rooms for the supper, I noticed him hanging about in the hall giving me the eye again. Ray had been doing this for the past month since Larry and I got back together and he (Ray) was anywhere close by. I did not think too much about Ray’s eyeballing of me, chalking it up as raging teenage hormones and harmless.

After the wedding dance was several hours old and the bouquet tossed, the garter removed and tossed, and other assorted tomfoolery was over, I went back to the powder room again to pee. I also intended to change out of my wedding dress and into a much more comfortable outfit of blouse and slacks. My wedding dress was elegant, but simple, I could easily make the change by myself. I also had a reserved a private powder room for the bridesmaids and myself for the evening, one of the many perks my boss had at the club.

I had just gotten down to pantaloons and nothing else and I was sitting on the stool in a stall with pantaloons down around my ankles, when the stall door opened and there stood Ray! “Oh!” I said, “What do you want?”

“A piece of you,” was his nonchalant reply!

“You’re getting kind of big for your britches, aren’t you,” I asked?

“You damned betcha,” he said. “Want to see for yourself?” Without waiting for a reply from me, Ray proceeded to undo his fly buttons and slowly dropped his pants to the floor. His shorts tented out dramatically as he began to inch them down, slowly revealing a really big cockhead emerging above the descending waistband.

Then some of the shaft appeared. Then more shaft. Then, still more shaft! Although I did not see it ( I was looking elsewhere at the time!), Ray also sported a smug and, at the same time, a leering grin. My God, I thought, just how long is that piece of man meat he’s toting around there between his legs? Finally! The whole cock sprang free. And what a cock it was! I guess his youth, his equipment, and his apparent successes with that equipment accounted for his arrogant aggressiveness and confidence.

At nearly fourteen inches long and near four inches thick, that monster cock was over twice as big as my new husband’s cock! My eyes widened as I looked and after some hesitant staring, I said, “Yes, you really are too big for your britches! God, would I like to try a piece of that!”

Ray needed no further urging. He stepped up to me, still sitting on the pot, and stuck that big dick in my face. He rubbed it all around my cheeks, eyes, forehead, nose, and finally, my mouth. I took it, as I had the one Friday night at the party, and put the purple and glistening cock head in my mouth and went to work on it. I could only get it in as far as the back of my mouth. There would be no deep throating this one! But I managed to get it really throbbing and pulsing.

Ray said, “Hold it, I want to fuck you silly before I cum.” Pre cum was already draining steadily.

With that, he pulled me to my feet, lowered the lid, and sat on the stool. He sat me down on his lap, guiding my pussy down onto his big fuck stick and said, “You decide how fast to sit on my pole. You may need to go slow to adjust to my size.” He was right. I could not get him all the way in, balls deep. He was just too long! But, while Ray grabbed my tits, one in each hand, I pumped myself up and down on his long dong. I felt the heat and electricity rising from my pussy to mingle with the tingle from my tits. Ray dropped one of his hands to my clit and really worked it over as we fucked.

The strong action of Ray’s dick and hand did not take long to trigger me into a shuddering and convulsing orgasm like none I had ever had before, except maybe that one with the male stripper. Ray followed quickly after with squirt after squirt of cock cream deep into my pussy. We just sat there for a little bit, recovering our senses and our breathing. Finally, I said, “Ray, I have to get back, but this was an amazing, fantastic fuck. Thank you.”

September 2018
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