“You okay kid?” Warren asked.
“Yes, sorry, I just got… dizzy all of a sudden.” Chantelle tried to turn to face him but she tottered, and almost fell and hit her head on the island.
“Whoa whoa, hold on. Let’s get you to the couch. Lay there. I’ll call your dad.” Warren caught her, and pressed her to his chest. God, she was so warm and sweet-smelling. She clung to him, pressing her breasts into him. Warren could almost pretend that this was her asking him to take her right now, over the kitchen counter.
He led her to the living room, and eased her down on the leather couch. Chantelle stared at the patterns on the throw rug beneath the coffee table. It felt like she was sinking into the couch, like a stone in sand. Eventually, her brown eyes drooped, and she passed out, her darkened lashes resting on her face.
Marvin came into the room. “Is she out?”
“She’s out.” Warren said. Marvin whistled in appreciation at Chantelle’s prone form. “You weren’t kidding when you said she had a smokin’ bod. How was she hiding it all this time?”
“I know how to sniff them out.” Warren said, a bit of pride ringing in his voice. “Get the kit. We’ll give Raymond AND little miss Chantelle here a night to remember.”
Chantelle lay there, sweetly oblivious to whatever was going to happen to her.
*******
When she awoke, the first thing she noticed was that though her eyes opened, she couldn’t see anything. The next thing she noticed was that she was kneeling on something hard, her wrists bound above her head.
Chantelle tried to cry out, but her tongue felt so heavy. She tried to thrash, but her body felt just as weighted as her tongue. She heard voices. They sounded familiar. Where had she heard them?
She heard a higher-pitched voice over all the low ones. Anna? She was supposed to be at her mom’s house.
“Well, look who’s awake, Ray! Your gift.” Said a voice. Chantelle thought it might have been Steven, another guest. It was so hard to think right now though.
Light flooded her eyes. She cried out weakly as the blindfold was whipped off. She was still in the living room. She took in its familiar red walls, the plasma tv, Raymond’s old sports trophies on the shelves, the high ceilings. The ceilings were crossed with heavy wooden beams. Beams to which a rope led down, securing her wrists.
Chantelle was in full panic mode now. Though she still felt strange, she could move more, and she whipped her head around the room, taking in the sights with horror.
The whole bachelor party was there. Raymond, her dad, Warren, Marvin, Steven, Jeff, Earl, Vernon, and Clint. Most of them were seated on the leather couches, and they paused in watching something to look towards Chantelle, who had been moved and bound on top of the coffee table.
And the thing they had been watching before she woke up…
She saw Anna. Her best friend in the whole world was on her knees in her underwear, her whole slim body arched as she braced her hands against Vernon’s thighs. She had on a mini dress just like Chantelle’s, but black. It was hiked up over her hips, exposing the lines of her thong crossing over her toned ass. Her lips were stretched wide while she bobbed her head up and down on Vernon’s cock.
Her blonde hair was wrapped up in Vernon’s fist. Chantelle would have thought it hurt her, and she did look hurt, tears were welling in her hazel eyes. But when Anna jerked back for air, gasping and coughing, she was smiling.
“Hi Chantelle!” she chirped. Chantelle let out a small scream.
“Anna! What are you doing?”
“Giving Vernon a blowjob. Duh.” Anna rolled her eyes at Chantelle. “He got bored while waiting for you to wake up, so he decided to use my throat. His cock is so big, it hurts, but I like it.”
Chantelle’s gaze turned towards Vernon now. His jeans were unzipped, and his dick was out, glistening with Anna’s spit.
Chantelle had never seen one before. It was bigger than she thought it would be, and it scared her. His dick must have been six inches at least. His foreskin was retracted back, a reddened, throbbing head displayed. As she stared, Vernon gave her a wink.
“Like what you see? Maybe you’ll get a taste later. But for now, I’ve got to keep this one’s mouth occupied.” Vernon looked down at Anna, who was darting her tongue around the tip, gathering up the precum oozing there. She giggled when the older man made eye contact with her, wiggling her narrow hips.
“Stop messing around. Take it all.” he told her. Anna nodded, and let the head slide in between her lips. Vernon didn’t wait for her to adjust. He snapped his hips forward, driving his length down Anna’s throat. His heavy sac slapped her chin.
He set a brutal pace, using her throat like a fleshlight. Anna just stayed still, eyes watering even more than before. The other men were cooing at her, “Good job, Anna.” “You learned so fast.” “You’re a real woman now, sweetie.” Anna seemed to drink up the praise like a flower in the sun.
Something happened. Vernon started to thrust even faster, before shuddering to a halt. This time, he shoved Anna’s head until her nose was buried in his dark pubes. A groan leaked out of his mouth, and he stayed there, for what seemed like forever. Finally, he slid his cock out of Anna’s mouth. She coughed, and something white shot out of her mouth.
Anna slumped back, a stupid grin spread on her face. She looked like a blonde doll that’d been tossed around by a careless child. One of her hands slunk down to rub her mound through her thong. When it came away, it was shiny with her juices. Vernon knelt and patted her on the head. “Good girl. One last thing though.”