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