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
===========================

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
===================================

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
===============================

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
=================================

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
==================================

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
=================================

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
===========================

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
================================

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
======================================

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
=========================

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 
