Bachelorette

by The Wizard Whitebeard

The happy day was approaching! Lucy was so excited. She and her fiancée Harold had been planning their wedding day for nearly a year.

Lucy was a little girl in most respects. She stood under five feet tall, was slim and only had A-cup breasts. Her shoulder length blond hair was gossamer thin. She overcompensated with big brown eyes. She liked to support Harold in most decisions, usually by making them for him.

Harry had gone through all the proper steps of asking her dad for her hand, buying the ring and proposing on bended knee after a fabulous dinner in that swank restaurant downtown.

After that, Lucy, her mother and girlfriends had gone to work. The church and minister were reserved right away. It took a little while to settle on the best reception hall but that had been arranged soon after. Lucy and her best friend Kimberly had found the most fabulous white wedding dress with embroidery and a flowing train.

A cruise in the Philippines was their destination honeymoon. Lucy had done the research and made the arrangements but she had Harold finalize the booking.

She and Kim had worked the invitation list and the hand-made invitations. They shopped for gifts for the groomsmen, gifts for the bridesmaids, flowers, a caterer. A limousine would take them from the church to pictures to the reception. Music in the church would be played by a friend of her parents and a DJ would be at the reception.

The year seemed to pass quickly but Lucy had a plan and a checklist. Everything seemed to be on schedule. She and Kim even helped Harold's brother arrange go cart racing and mini-golf for his bachelor party.

Lucy and Harold suffered under the pressure of family and friends' expectations. When they were alone together, Harold begged Lucy to relieve some of the stress.

"Oh Harold," Lucy would admonish. "You know I'm saving myself for after the wedding." Harold knew. It was probably an item on Lucy's checklist. If he was particularly insistent, she would unzip his trousers and gently stroke his cock until he squirted into her waiting tissue. It didn't take long and a hand job was better than nothing. He always kissed her and thanked her. It did relieve the stress.

The week before the wedding, Kimberly and the other bridesmaids had arranged Lucy's bachelorette party. All Lucy knew was that all her girlfriends would be there. Kim had been lavish. She had reserved a club on the lower west side for Saturday night after midnight. Once the girls heard the plans, they were all for it. They were a naughty bunch.

The eight girls arrived in one big limo. Lucy's eyes grew big when she realized what kind of club her friends had arranged.

Inside, they were ushered into the main stage area by a girl wearing a French maid's outfit. The front had been arranged into comfy couches with knee high tables. Each of the tables was covered with a thick, flannel tablecloth. Large Cosmopolitans were already waiting for them. The girl stood off to the side and behind the seats.

Soon some old disco music started. The lights dimmed except for spotlights on the stage and the front row seats. From behind the black curtain, two exceptionally well dressed men danced onto the stage. They were decked out in tuxedos, cravats, cuff links and shiny leather shoes. Each of them was over six feet tall. Their shoulders seemed abnormally wide but that may have been because their torsos tapered to their thin waists.

The first round of drinks disappeared pretty quickly. The "French maid" brought the next round of Daiquiris on a little serving tray in two trips. Lucy wasn't sure if the girl had been wearing shoes when they came in but she was barefoot now.

The music ended. One of the guys took the center of the stage.

"Hi girls! I'm Harry." Lucy giggled. Harry sure didn't resemble her Harold. "And this is my effing buddy, Peter." Both Harry and Peter appeared to sport significant bulges in the front of their trousers. The double meaning elicited the intended teehees from most of the girls. "We're here to make sure you have a good time. Especially Lucy!" He looked intently right at Lucy. She felt a little flutter in her stomach as she gazed into Harry's deep blue eyes. At least she thought it was her stomach.

Harry broke the stare to watch the other girls. "Are you ready for some FUN?"

All the other girls yelled, "YEAH!"

Lucy just stared. The second drink after midnight had started to make her a little woozy. Her gaze dropped a few feet to the big bulge.

Something blocked her view for a moment as their "French maid" server placed a Margarita in front of her. Five shot glasses were also lined up next to the glass. Oddly enough, Lucy couldn't quite make out her costume. She clearly had on the bib and apron but she thought the black dress was now white. Or flesh colored? Lucy shrugged and sipped on the straw in her drink.

The next song had a really strong beat. Harry and Peter swung their hips left and right in time with the music. They turned their backs to the crowd. The hot lights were starting to make Lucy warm. In perfect synchronization, Harry and Peter twirled to the front. They took a handful of tuxedo in each hand, spun around again and ripped open the Velcro tearing the break away tuxedo costumes in each hand.

Every muscle Lucy saw was enormous. The deltoids were layered. Their backs were strong and smooth; firm pillars for legs and behind the minuscule g-strings, each had a perfectly formed gluteus maximus. Their buttocks belonged on weight lifters.

Then they turned. Harry was, in fact, hairy. His ripped chest was covered by curly black hairs. Peter's chest was smooth. In both cases they looked covered with a sheen of oil. Lucy looked up and down. The light glistened off their arms, their chests, their six-pack stomaches and all the way down the legs. She couldn't see the contents of the enormous opaque sacks that were the antithesis of the little strings that held them on. Peter's hung between his legs but Harry's jutted out towards the front as if suspended.

The pair bounced slowly to the music moving off the stage to dance immediately beside and before the girls who were all clapping and bouncing.

Harry worked his way over to the guest of honor. Lucy's maid of honor, sitting next to her, looked at Lucy with a wicked grin. She reached out and ran her fingers up the side of Harry's thighs. Harry just smiled and watched Lucy's reaction.

There were big bows tied on each side of the g-string. Lucy glanced to her right to see her friend Betty pull the bow on the side of Peter. His costume fell to the floor as his enormous penis began to stiffen. The girls cheered.

While Lucy was distracted, Kim pulled the knot on Harry's costume loose. Lucy looked back just as it started to fall. With a startled reaction, influenced by the large amount of alcohol and small body weight, Lucy caught it on the way to the floor. Unbound, Harry's penis popped straight out. Lucy had to cross her eyes to see the tip. Another cheer went up from the crowd.

Neither man seemed to miss a beat. Peter bounced his member up and down for the girls in close proximity to their noses.

"Come on Betty! Give it a kiss," one of them urged. Betty giggled and shook her head.

Harry told her, "Here's the game. For each 'no' you have to drink a shot." He pointed at the line of shot glasses in front of Betty. Betty shrugged, picked up a glass and chugged. The maid-server arrived with her little tray, bent over and replaced the empty shot glass with a fresh one.

Lucy was stunned. The little French maid was definitely wearing her little French maid's apron and bib and nothing else. While she was trading shot glasses, Lucy had a clear view of her bald muff poking out beneath her bare ass.

The music went from one sexy rhythm to another. Harry said, "Lucy! Come. You must dance with us!"

"Oh no!" she cried.

"DRINK!" cried everyone else.

Kim handed her the first shot glass from the queue. Lucy downed it in one gulp. It turned out to be more tequila.

Kim got up. "I'll dance!" She stepped over the table and onto the stage. Harry followed her. She wiggled her ample butt. Harry matched her step for step. As they switched left to right, Harry's cock slapped Kim's tits. Kim was soon perspiring.

"You're pretty hot, Kim." Harry spoke in his strong stage voice. Kim nodded vigorously. "Let's try to cool you down a little." Harry reached to Kim's hip and pulled down the zipper of her skirt. It slipped over her hips and fell to her ankles. "Aaaand once again." He moved against her front, leaned over and kissed Kim right on the mouth. She was clearly enthralled. He slid his hands around her butt, rubbing his cock against her vulva through the front of her panties. His hands came around her hips, up her back and down her arms. Kim looked like she was going to swoon. Finally, Harry hooked his fingers in the cuffs of her blouse. With one move, he lifted her arms over her head, pulled the sleeves until the blouse came off over her head, still completely buttoned. He took the back of her head in his hand and tongued her deeply.

"That must be better," he laughed. Harry escorted Kim, clad only in bra and panties, back to Lucy's side.

As Kim fanned herself, Lucy could see Kim's blush ran down her neck, across her chest and under the top of her bra.

"Who's next?" Harry looked over the crowd. "What's next?" Peter, now fully erect was bouncing his member around the very drunk girls. The next round of drinks were brandy old fashioneds: the sweet kind. They were loaded with fruit but not much soda and lots of brandy.

Marylin's eyes were glassy as she tried to focus on Peter's cock. "Make it shtop," she said.

Peter halted in front of her.

"I don't want to have to have to have to…" Marylin was having focus issues. "…have to shot one," she concluded. "I'll give it a try."

She kissed the tip.

"That's not much good."

She stuck out her tongue and licked the glans under the base of the tip. Peter smiled.

"Better," Marylin judged.

A chant started among the girls.

"Suck it. Suck it. Suck it."

"Oh, I couldn't…" Marylin eyed the shot glasses. "Okay. What the fuck?"

Her lips closed over Peter's peter. She circled him with her tongue. Peter's fists were on his hips which began to move forward and backward.

"How's that?" Marylin mumbled. Peter smiled and nodded. She cupped his balls lightly with one hand and circled his shaft with the other. She leaned back and stroked him. Then she gave it one last kiss. It was still hard as a rock. Peter looked frustrated.

"That's how to do it girls," Marylin proclaimed.

Kim had finished off her old fashioned. Lucy was starting to lose track of the drinks. Peter danced his way over to Kim, his strong, smooth body shining in the light.

"It's time for the bride and maid of honor to receive their special surprise!" announced Harry.

He offered his hand to Lucy. "Come on," he smiled. Now she tingled "down there." She let him lead her forward. Peter had Kim. The music changed. A soft, slow dance started. The men were fabulous ballroom dancers. It was a little odd that they were buck naked but they led the girls with strong, confident steps.

Peter had his hand centered on Kim's back. He held her firmly to his chest. He flexed his hand and the clips to her bra opened. Kim never noticed.

Harry moved Lucy around the floor, swaying in time with the music. He whispered in her ear "would you like a kiss?"

She actually thought about her Harold and the solemn rite they would have the following Saturday. On the other hand, her friends had gone to all this trouble to make sure Lucy had a fun evening. Plus, she tingled all over with some confusing urge. She whispered back, "Yes, please. A kiss to remember you."

Harry held her left hip in his right hand. He gently caressed her neck and the backs of her ears with his left. He brushed his lips against hers. Lucy licked her lips and realized she had licked Harry's too. He opened his mouth as her tongue slipped in. Lucy's urge started to grow. Harry slid his right hand up Lucy's torso, under her blouse, until he gently stroked her left breast. When the whorls of his fingertips brushed across the tip of her nipple, she wrapped her tongue around his. He held her there, kissing and caressing, not going anywhere.

In the meantime, Peter had slipped off Kim's loose bra and thrown it to the girls. A couple of them were motioning him to pull down her panties. He continued to slow dance as he kissed her. He ran his hands up and down, finally hooking his fingers in the elastic of her panties. He rolled them down over her hips, then bent over and pulled them off. Kim, in her stupor, barely noticed. Peter continued to dance, rubbing his firm chest against her breasts and his firm penis between their abdomens.

Harry slowly unbuttoned Lucy's blouse. He stroked her breasts between each button. Lucy started rubbing her denim covered pussy against Harry's member. Harry pushed Lucy's blouse open, revealing her pert little breasts. He massaged them as they continued to kiss.

Peter and Kim slow danced to the tables. The maid (waitress) had cleared Kim and Lucy's table leaving only the thick flannel tablecloth. Peter broke the kiss and took Kim's hands in his. He eased her butt onto the end of the table. Then he knelt down and started to kiss her breasts. He licked them. He sucked them. He cupped them in his hands. Kim closed her eyes and licked her lips.

Harry's left hand continued to caress Lucy's neck. His right hand slipped down to her navel. He deftly unbuttoned the front of her jeans, then slipped the zipper down. With her jeans wide open, Harry brushed up her torso again, lightly pinching Lucy's hard, erect nipples. Lucy started breathing hard.

Peter took Kim's hands again and eased her back onto the table. He slowly licked her inner thighs, her mons pubis, the crevice between her hips and her legs.

The rest of the bridesmaids couldn't decide which show was better but they enthusiastically encouraged both.

The French maid brought out a wooden dining room chair and set it on the front of the stage facing the girls.

Harry slipped his hand down the front of Lucy's panties. His finger brushed across Lucy's clitoris. Lucy moaned. He pushed a little further until Lucy parted her legs slightly. Harry pushed his finger into her vagina. It wasn't difficult. Lucy was slick with vaginal juice. Harry brought his finger back to her clitoris and used the moisture to masturbate Lucy. Lucy kissed Harry even harder. Once again he slipped his hand down to her love tunnel. Lucy felt a thrill as he pushed his finger into her. This time when he pulled his hand out, he pushed down hard on the crotch of her panties. The panties and jeans fell to the floor. Once again, with perfect timing, Harry flicked Lucy's clitoris back and forth, bring her closer to climax.

Peter centered on Kim's love button with his tongue. Almost immediately she started thrusting her hips in time with his licks. He brushed his hands up her stomach and across her breasts.

Still swaying with the music, Harry led the two of them back to the front of the stage, just in front of the wooden chair. Lucy's breath was coming in short pants. She pushed her hips into Harry as she started to feel a glow building between her legs. Here was the difficult part. He switched to his right thumb on her clit. Lucy was so close, she didn't even slow down.

Harry eased himself down onto the chair with Lucy's legs on each side. He sucked on her nipples. She was so close. So close. She spread her legs farther, moving her hips in a rhythm down towards him. She began to thrust her vulva against Harry's thumb as her legs weakened and she sank lower.

Kim curled her toes. Peter licked hard one last time. Kim's entire body spasmed as she orgasmed. Peter kept licking. Kim rolled through a couple of more orgasms.

Lucy started to feel this pressure building, like she had to pee. Her legs were taut. She needed one more thing to push her over the edge. Harry reached down with his left hand and aimed his cock.

Peter kissed Kim's pussy one last time, then her stomach. Then each of her nipples. He reached her lips and softly tongued her. Kim sighed. The kissing excited her again. Maybe just one more orgasm!

Maybe she needed to kiss Harry one more time. Lucy leaned down and tongue-fucked Harry's mouth. Harry's steady pressure on Lucy's clitoris was so frustrating. So frustrating.

Peter placed the tip of his penis on the entrance of Kim's vagina. He ran his hands up her breasts one last time then plunged deeply into her.

Lucy abruptly sat down on Harry's cock. He impaled her fully. Her cunt burst with pleasure as she climaxed.

Peter pumped in and out.

Harry lifted Lucy's rear end and fucked her deeply.

One of the girls yelled, "No condoms!"

But it was too late.

Kim had her first vaginal orgasm. As she spasmed, she milked Peter's cock. All he could do was join her. He grunted and spewed spurt after spurt deeply in to Kim's womb.

Lucy ran her hands across Harry's matted chest. It was her first. It was her first vaginal orgasm. It was Lucy's first orgasm! And, of course, Lucy was not going to be a virginal bride. It was her first intercourse. She rode waves of pleasure. It just couldn't get any better!

Then Harry came. He thrust deeply up her pussy and ejaculated once. He withdrew slightly, then thrust in again with the next ejaculate. Oh my GOD! With each thrust, Lucy felt another crashing wave of pleasure. Again. And again. And again. And again. And again.

He held her in his arms with his penis buried deep inside her little body. After a while, she felt semen leaking out onto Harry's lap. He kissed her gently. He whispered "Remember me always."

The French maid handed him a towel. He unabashedly wiped her down there. Then he picked up her clothes and helped her get dressed.

Lucy staggered back to the couch. She wasn't too drunk. She was too well fucked. Kim just lay on the table with her arms over her head, her legs wide open and a wet spot under her butt.

" Kimberly! " Lucy said.

A week later the wedding was executed like clockwork. The night went late and the wedding night unconsummated. The newlyweds left for the Philippines the next day. That night, they were ensconced in their native hut. The cruise ship would leave the following day. Alas, the hut had no air-conditioning.

Nevertheless, Lucy insisted they wear their matching his and hers blue striped pajamas to bed. Lucy curled up to sleep.

"Lucy?" Harold mewled.

"Yes, dear," murmured Lucy.

"Don't we get to, uh, you know…"

"Oh. I forgot. Okay, we talked about this. Are you dressed for the occasion?"

Harold looked down at his pajamas.

"I think so."

"You didn't forget to wrap up your little boy?"

"Oh! I did. Do you know where we packed them?"

Lucy slipped a condom package out from under her pillow.

"I got one for you. Put it on like a good dear."

Harold couldn't open the foil packet with his hands. He ended up ripping the corner off with his teeth. He stuck his tiny cock through the front opening of his pajama bottoms. Lucy wasn't even looking.

Never having had an opportunity to try one before, he got the condom backwards and couldn't unroll it. He quickly figured it out. Soon he was ready.

"My little boy is all wrapped up!" he announced.

Lucy rolled onto her back, slipped her pajama bottoms down to her ankles, then invited Harold to slip between her legs.

This was the moment Harold had been waiting for. He pushed his condom covered cock against Lucy. It pushed on her leg. Then on her thigh.

"Can you help me please?" he begged.

She reached down. She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him up and down, hard and fast.

"No. I don't mean…" but Harold came. He had anticipated this moment for so long the only possible outcome was premature ejaculation. Lucy continued to milk him for a few more seconds. The tip of the condom wasn't even full.

That was it for Harold. His dick went limp. He didn't know what else to say.

"Thank you, dear."

Lucy went a long time before Harold ever got it in. Even then, it was only the tip before Harold's little boy filled his little reservoir.

Despite the little sex Harold enjoyed, he became a father nine months after the wedding. He never did really figure out how these things worked.

Lucy would always remember.