Subject: My First Bachelor Party (f-solo, MF, orgy, exhib)
Diary Date: February 5, 2005
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
Summary:
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
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 o 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 na�ve 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 fianc�? 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 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 everyday 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.
Mmmmmm, 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. Mmmmm, 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 cold 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 fianc� 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 fianc� �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 it�s 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 am 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 then 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 though 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 fianc� 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 fianc� 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 gong 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. Mmmmmm, 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 fianc�
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 it�s 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 fianc� 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! Hmmmmm, 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