An adult stories – Monogamish – Bachelorette Party Day 02 by Publius68,Publius68 This is the fourth part of a series that starts with Monogamish–The Courtship. I hope you will enjoy it. If you finish this installment, you know the drill: vote, favorite, and especially comment, please. All the time-wasting BS you hear at the start of every YouTube video…
As always, I aspire to make my stories merely plausibly ridiculous, or maybe ridiculously plausible. Either way, this ain’t real life, so don’t lecture me on realism. I just hope that, given these two highly-improbable characters, you will feel like the ride makes some semblance of sense.
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MONOGAMISH — The Bachelorette Party, Day 2
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The next morning was… non-existent. I woke up at 11:25, and I may have been the first among us to arise.
I took a long shower and brushed my teeth twice. I took my vitamins, took some Advil, did my face… and brushed my teeth again. Linda joined me in the bathroom, naked, and took a shower longer than mine.
“A fucking hickey?” I asked, looking her over in the shower. She blearily flipped me off. My balding man must have been amazing for Linda to let him mark her.
Getting Patty and Jenn out of their room took some doing, and we were not assembled in the lobby before almost 1:30. We fortunately found a beignet shop that understood everybody is hungover every day in the French Quarter, and served those tasty treasures until three in the afternoon. We feasted desperately, after flirting with the counter guy.
Then we took a carriage ride around, and flirted with the driver.
Then we did a museum tour, and flirted with the cute docent.
Then we went to another hotel, got on a fucking carousel that rode around a bar, and had a hair of the dog. And flirted with the bartenders.
Dinner was everything Patty could want, and everything my tummy needed. It was a huge, elaborate meal in many small courses, and with fancy, delicious cocktails which were all very small, so we weren’t getting too drunk, too early.
By eight o’clock, we were back at our hotel and inventorying our stuff for the evening. Everything was in place. We had huge tubs of ice, courtesy of the hotel, some beer, more wine, and lots of Cognac and Tequila. There was the music we wanted. There were party horns and other ridiculous shit like that. Indulgent sweets, and salty snacks.
And condoms. Plenty of condoms.
“Are you sure you are going to need those after all, Miss I Didn’t Fuck the Tasty Blonde Beach Boy, Even Though We Were Naked and He Was Gagging For It?” Linda taunted.
“Last night, for me, was about making them want what they couldn’t have,” I said loftily. “Tonight… tonight is about me getting comprehensively off, because yesterday made me unbearably horny.”
“And,” I added, “neither of us got completely naked, and in his case, I genuinely regret that.”
“Seriously?” Paula shouted at the ceiling. “We are done, and all ready. But our party favors don’t arrive until ten, and it is still only 8:15!?!”
And that is how the eight of us ended up playing Cosmic Encounter (with expansions). Paula had brought it, thinking that morning was going to be a good time to play it. Hah. Mornings don’t exist in Nola…
At 10:05, Noor won. The bitch. Three whole minutes later, Linda’s phone rang.
“Showtime,” she said, hanging up.
I found myself hyperventilating. I had been keeping this party in the back of my mind for weeks before this weekend. I had a plan. I was both totally stoked and… terrified.
All of us were, I realized. And that relaxed me. We knew what we were signing up for. We had discussed it in advance. Once everyone had fully grasped that I was serious about maybe getting laid, and certainly getting completely raunchy otherwise at my party, well, everyone else kind of wanted in as well. Except Melody, of course, though even she still intended to have fun. This party could get out of control. This party was basically designed to get out of control.
So here was our big splurge for the whole weekend: We had booked four buff male strippers for the whole night, until three am. For just the eight of us. We wanted to make sure there would be enough, um, results to go around.
It had taken some real work to ensure that we had exactly what we were looking for. Linda dug and dug, and dodged a whole lot of porn on the internet before we found just the right service, one that would provide us guys like we wanted, who were also of pre-negotiated virtue. I had helped her in the end, but that had been mostly the hard slog of drooling over pictures of individual performers… Linda was a great Maid of Honor. She had even had to argue with the lady who did the booking that yes, we wanted four guys, yes, for that long, yes, just for eight of us.
The woman had at last sighed and said, “You girls a horny bunch, yah.”
“You have no idea,” Linda had replied.
I took my seat in the chair we had decorated like a silly throne, while the rest of my ‘court’ spread out around the room. Linda went through the door to the connecting room where Noor and Paula were staying. The dancers would come there first, to get dressed. Noor and Paula had stuck all their valuables in our safe earlier. Gotta be secure…
I snorted to myself as I noted how all of us had dressed. You might think we’d have put on our sexiest outfits, and while what we were all wearing was sexy enough, we had all independently focused on choosing clothes that… could come off or be at least dislodged easily.
I had a red, wrap-around dress, in a lightweight rayon that clung to me and made it clear when I walked that sexy underwear had been an unneeded item.
Linda, who had just come back through the connecting door with a wide-eyed smile and two thumbs up, sported a flirty white skirt so short that while we were sitting around playing the game, I got several indications she wasn’t wearing panties either. She paired it with a green strapless bustier that pushed her already nice girls up to even better effect.
Kerrie had a blue pullover with a neckline that plunged all the way below her breasts, and a black leather skirt with a bold, gold zipper that run down the back.
Patty, Jenn, and Noor were similarly attired, though I was little surprised at the bare-midriff halter top Noor was rocking. She usually dresses a lot more demurely, which hardly matters since I know she is good at getting out of most any clothing quite skillfully. I love Noor. She is such a study in contrasts.
Paula stood out. She had been pretty chill during last night’s Tour de Boobs. She’d had plenty of takers, of course–she is well put together after all. But she had been pretty passive. Tonight she was wearing what could only be described as a stripper outfit herself. It was a body-hugging neon green dress made out of… nothing but fine, elastic mesh. Yeah, like, 50% opaque at most, mesh. You could see her dark, oblong nipples right through it. I had previously been unaware that Paula had dark, oblong nipples. Under, all she had on was a matching neon green thong, of the smaller variety of thong.
“I can’t believe you wore that,” Linda exclaimed, not displeased, just… maybe a little jealous.
“I can’t believe I even brought it,” Paula blushed. “But my friend Willa dared me. I fucking sure was not intending to wear it. But after last night…”
“The strippers are bloody well going to want to pay you to take that off,” Linda scoffed.
“I doubt they are going to have to,” taunted Patty.
Melody was the true exception in her wardrobe, just as I had expected. She wore tight, form-fitting jeans. Her hips and legs were pretty hot in them, but those jeans would not come off easily, which was okay, as I doubted Melody had any intention of letting them. Up top, she wore a matching blue denim long-sleeved shirt, with the tails tied up under her chest, and only one button buttoned, showing off some extensive creamy cleavage. I was a little surprised at how much skin she was showing…
Just as Linda came back in from letting our stars into their dressing room, Melody hauled a fat packet out of her purse and announced, “This is my contribution to the festivities.” We looked on as she opened the packet and started producing stacks of cash, tossing one to each of us! “Fifty bucks each,” she said proudly.
“Melody, that is awesome,” Linda said. “Thank you. But we already have the tip built in and…”
“Tut, and indeed, tut,” Melody said imperiously. “When you youngsters are as old as I am, and have gone to as many strip clubs, you will know that you can’t have strippers without singles. It’s Newton’s Wife’s Second Law of Nature, or something.”
Melody, while a year ahead of me in school, was barely nine months older. And I was less than nine months older than Jenn, the youngest among us. The Melody Is Old routine was a fairly recent running gag.
“Wait,” Paula interjected. “I thought Robert was in trouble for going to a strip club.”
“He’s not in trouble for that. I’ve been to clubs with him a couple of times. In fact, that is probably why I’m here getting my tits sucked, instead of crying at my mom’s house, or plotting with my lawyer.” She leaned forward. “I really believe that he didn’t get laid there. Robert has terrible game with strippers. I’ve seen it. Even the last time we went, when I guarantee you there were two of them at least that would have happily fucked him in that private room, even with me right there, and yet he had zero chance of closing the deal.”
“Wha?” Kerrie asked, thumbing through the crisp Washingtons in her packet.
“Besides, I think it is really hot watching some other babe crawl all over him,” Melody admitted. “I mean, I would… probably not have let either of those skanks actually fuck him, but it was so hot watching them dance around the subject.” She sat back and thought a moment. “When he’s finally paid off that card balance, I’ll probably take him back again. Strip clubs might become of Our Thing, in the future.”
“Well, if you want someone to crawl all over your hottie husband without impacting your bank balance, I’m available,” Paula quipped. Paula had really eaten her Wheaties that morning.
“Hands off!” Melody laughed, then sobered. “Seriously, it is hot if they are strangers, but someone we both love like you? No. Thank. You. You’d creep me out, babe.”
“I can’t see it,” I said firmly.
“You do know what Todd is up to, possibly at this exact second?”
“Yep! And I hope she’s got Kerrie-level hooters and a twat like a vise,” I laughed back. “But I can’t imagine wanting to watch it. Just like I wouldn’t want him seeing me this evening.” We all looked at the safe where our iPhones were all secured.
There was a knock at the door, and I took a deep breath. I heard others being taken too.
Linda bounced back up and swung our door inward. “Please come in, gentlemen!” she said with a smile.
The four guys swept into the room with huge, handsome smiles, atop huge, handsome bodies. There is a certain kind of guy who professionally takes off his clothes for horny women. He tends to mainline creatine and live at the gym. We had selected four guys who were not exceptions. They rolled into the room in a row, moving to take up most of the remaining space in the center, all smiles. They looked around swiftly, clearly good at quickly reading a crowd.
And they all paused just a barely perceptible hair.
First, even though they knew there were only supposed to be eight of us, I still think they were surprised we had not added women. Second, I doubt they often had an audience as uniformly good-looking as we. I’m not being arrogant. I know how hot my friends are. Half of New Orleans had clearly been of the same opinion the night before.
“Ladies,” began the tallest and slenderest of the quartet, clearly the spokesman and MC. Slender was a very relative term for these guys. Every one of them was a cup size or two bigger than Jenn. Sorry, Jenn, but it’s the truth. Any of them could have been patron saint of the benchpress. “I am Dallas. And I think we can all see who the bachelorette is,” he added. Then he came over, lifted my hand and kissed it. None of them wore much in the way of shirts, and Dallas wore none. He did wear a pair of loose cotton pants under a set of extravagantly frilly chaps and cowboy boots. The only parts of the pants that were tight were across his muscular butt, and in the front, where it strained to contain… a whole lot.
“You are Amy, correct?” he asked me softly. He had a nice voice. He stepped back and to the side. “Let me introduce my friends. This is Antonio,” he said, and Antonio stepped forward, the most powerful-looking of them all, though that was hard to tell for sure, as he wore a full set of baggy camos, with combat boots. I noticed the boots had no laces… for easy removal. Antonio sauntered up to me in a most unmilitary manner and caressed my hand before kissing it. Then he stepped back, turning to approvingly survey my ‘court’.
“Next is our security detail, Officer Biggins,” Dallas said with a smirk. Officer Biggins was our fake cop. His outfit was possibly a real cop uniform, bought from a real equipper, as it was very sharp and convincing. It also fitted him well, with the black pants betraying solid legs, while fitting comfortably, tight only across the ass. The uniform blouse had a real-looking badge, but clearly fake patches, and he wore it completely unbuttoned in a most non-regulation fashion, framing the most amazingly carved abs. All four men had a six-pack (I was assuming Antonio had a six pack under that came shirt), but Officer Biggins had a shrink-wrapped six-pack of tall boys. He topped his look with a crisp, absolutely real, peaked, cop hat and mirrored Ray-Bans.
“I’ve secured the perimeter, ma’am,” Biggins said. “You are all safe, and we won’t be disturbed.”
“I’m getting a little disturbed already,” Paula joked. The other three guys smiled at that, but Biggins apparently was a method actor and maintained his stony expression.
“And finally, our new guy, Rex,” finished Dallas. Rex was younger than the others, probably almost as young as all of us, and dressed as… a male stripper. He had on tight leather shorts that showed off his rock-hard ass and impressive frontal contents even more tightly than Dallas’s, with a black mesh tank top. He had a narrower waist and hips than the other four guys, but his shoulders were enormous and cut to perfection.
Rex extravagantly sank to one knee before me, took my hand and bent to kiss it. The way one of his fingers tickled my palm while his tongue discreetly lavished the back of my hand reassured me that these guys knew exactly what they were here for. But his voice was that an innocent babe in the woods as he earnestly told me, “I hope I do okay for you and your friends, Amy. Be sure to tell me exactly what you want me to do, and I’ll do my very best!”
Oh, Rex showed a lot of promise. Most of my friends seemed to think so too. Of course, all the guys showed promise–that was why Linda and I had selected them. That, and we had gone for a minimum of tattoos. Jenn was just going to have do without. Her last two boyfriends had both been tatted up.
Aside from the married Melody, and the engaged me, only Linda and Paula so much as had an interesting man in their lives right then, and both of them still firmly considered themselves free agents. These guys were entering a lioness’s den.
“If you’re ready for us to start?” Dallas asked me, and I grinned while making a royal gesture of ascent. Antonio pressed play on their huge karaoke-style music player, and a rich, thumping base song, I honestly don’t remember what it was, began.
This was not a choreographed dance number. These men were not a regular team, after all. I imagine they usually worked solo, but had a program stencil for when they teamed up. They each just did their own thing, bumping and grinding all around the circle of their audience, each taking a moment during the song to look into the eyes of each of us, and trade a quiet remark or two, getting all our names.
My approval of Rex grew when he came around during the song, He had very nice eyes, with an innocent expression that somehow revealed a smoldering undertone.
Antonio seemed to do little for me, on the other hand. Of course, I still had the least good look at his bod out of all them, but he just seemed a little too… nice? No. Actually, he seemed a little too intelligent. I felt like he might be someone I’d enjoy bullshitting with about cars or some shit. I didn’t need a friend tonight. Didn’t want one. I was still curious about what his cock might look like, and possibly even taste like…
Dallas, though looking nothing like Todd, was still the most like Todd in body style. Again, I was not looking for a Todd Alternative, I was looking for not-Todd. On the other hand, he did look like he was packing like a steamer trunk. And tonight was about raw physicality, right?
Officer Biggins’s gaze went straight into my eyes and down to my crotch. My, he was beautifully sculpted. And he subtly looked like he was particularly eager to make my acquaintance. Good for him. I found myself eager to make his.
As I looked around when none of them was in front of me, I found it interesting and a relief that each of my friends looked like they were reacting to each guy differently. I wondered if this little roundabout intro dance was so that they could figure out who reacted best to which of them. Were they that smart?
Probably.
When the first song ended, three guys stepped back to a gap in our circle and stood there flexing and looking at all of us, while Antonio strutted into the center of the room. He flexed and posed, and undulated his body like a python for a short while, then grabbed the bill of his kind of mushroom-topped, camouflage, Army ball cap-type hat, and tossed it to Patty, who squealed happily as she caught it.
Yeah, Patty was one of us who was into him, and he had already figured that out. He didn’t go right to her, though. Instead, he approached me first. “Want to help me with my costume change?” he asked me, holding out the bottom of his uniform shirt, flaring the lower buttons at me.
I played along and started undoing the buttons from the bottom, opening the first three while his hips thrust at me in time with the music. A seriously powerful abdomen peeked through. The next button interestingly was sewn on with different color thread, but Antonio bumped and humped away before I could put my hands on it. He shook his ass and glanced over his shoulder at me as he moved on to Kerrie, who also seemed a fan. He spread his knees out wide and bent them in front of her, rocking his hips, and leaned in to let her start opening more buttons on his uniform, from the top down this time.
When she got to that last button, Antonio bounded up again. He oiled his way back into the center for the room and tore the uniform the rest of the way open, sending the last button flying as the thread broke. He spun slowly around so we could all see him, and he flexed the shirt off some seriously burly shoulders, then entirely free, whipping it around. Wow, did he have some guns. His upper arms were bigger than most buff guys’ thighs. He tossed the shirt aside, not so incidentally landing it at Patty’s feet, who scooped it up enthusiastically, and then he circled while doing body-builder poses.
Then he rocked his way over in front of Melody, who seemed into him, though not to the extent of Paula or Kerrie. “Ma’am,” he said in military cadence, “it is critical to the mission that you undo the button on my trousers!”
“Oh-rah,” Melody answered, and reached out both hands to his waist and unbuttoned it. Then she dragged both hands down the front of his pants, then back up to reach for his zipper.
Antonio stepped back playfully. “Negative ma’am! Not yet,” he said with a straight face that fooled no one.
“Are you sure?” Melody asked, producing her bundle of ones and peeling several off to wave at him.
Antonio was getting paid more than enough tonight to make a couple dollars tip not mean much, but he looked happy to use the money as a prop and play along. “Well, ma’am,” he said, humping back a little closer while doing an incredibly muscular The Thinker pose. “I suppose I could ask my superiors, but…”
“Are you really sure?” Melody said, and proceeded to stuff the cash into her deep cleavage.
That move actually caught Antonio a little off guard, and was enough to make him go off script. He bent way down, shaking his ass for the rest of us while he lowered his face against the money. He proceeded to roll his head around against her tits with genuine relish, then popped up with the bills caught in his teeth! Melody laughed and reached out to tug the zipper down triumphantly.
Of course Sergeant Antonio would have a red, white, and blue, star and sequin-spangled jock strap under his pants! He did back away more decisively this time, before Melody could make a grab for that.
He dropped the cash in the center of the floor while he flexed in a circle as his pants started to slide down. He stepped easily out of his combat boots, then just as easily out of the pants. His legs were as jacked as his arms. His bare ass was smooth, round, and flexed like steel balloons.
To be clear, he didn’t wear a g-string. He wore an honest-to-god jock strap. It was just covered in ‘Murican flag sequins.
To be clear. Killer ass. You could bounce a quarter off that ass. You could bounce a baseball off it.
“One more thing!” caroled out Paula.
He turned and looked at her with a brilliant smile. “Oh, what’s that, beautiful?”
Paula just waved a fat wad of ones.
Antonio rocked his way over to her, thrusting his hips in her direction.
Sucker.
Once he got close enough, Paula jammed all the ones down into the front of his jock strap. Along with her entire hand. She looked up at him and grinned, though her eyes then got wide.
Antonio, just smiled at her, and wiggled his hips. Then he reached into there with one hand, grasping hers, and pushed the jock strap down with the other. We all stared at Paula, with her hand clasping his just now hardening but already impressive cock.
And she lost her nerve, letting go and giggling uncontrollably. Antonio stepped back, his bobbing cock not exactly placid. Paula’s dollars fell to the ground. There were appreciative gasps around the circle.
Paula was a pussy. She had chickened out. I decided I would ride her mercilessly for it someday. But not this day.
Antonio actually retreated pretty swiftly himself, moving back to his buddies as his song ended. He was handed a huge beach towel to wrap around his naked lower body, and he posed as his song ended.
Officer Biggins went next, then Maxie, and finally Dallas. The individual dances served to get them each down to a much better wardrobe level, as far as we were concerned. Biggins ended up wearing nothing but his hat and glasses. Maxie was stone naked. I had had a, ahem, hand in that… There were a fair number of dollar bills thrown around, but again, not meaningful tips, they were just excuses for some interaction, to get our hands on the dancers bodies, and their hands and faces on ours.
When Dallas suddenly ripped his trousers, which turned out to be breakaways, free, he danced before us in cowboy boots, his very non-concealing chaps, and cowboy hat. His minimalist black banana hammock was displaying an already quite interested banana inside, covered but not concealed.
He teased us all with dancing toward the large towel offered by Max, but Kerrie shrieked, “No!” She waved a huge fistful of mangled ones at Dallas. He smiled, having been waiting for something like that, I was sure. He danced back over to her in motions like an exaggerated horseback ride, and humped his crotch toward her face.
After he was done with that, he unsnapped the waistband on one side of the thong, and the minuscule covering was just held up by his still growing erection. He turned his other hip, with the remaining catch toward Kerrie, indicating she should shove the money in there, releasing it.
But Kerrie yanked the bills away teasingly. “Drop ’em, cowboy,” she caroled.
Did I mention that by this time, we had killed most of the chardonnay we had, and were starting to get into the liquor? I was surprised at first at how randy everybody was getting. Even Noor has flashed Max when he dove in for a tip she had placed on her lap. But I did not think it was the booze. That helped of course, but we were all so incredibly wound up after the prior night’s hours upon hours of sexual teasing in public, that now, in private and in the company of four cartoon-hot hunks who were… explicitly at our disposal, things where breaking out hard.
Dallas grinned and tore the g-string away. Jesus, he was hung. Long, but even fatter than he was long, he was straight, with a mighty vein running up the length of his rock-hard erection. Kerrie gasped, along with the rest of us, but Dallas’s eyes were locked on her. His dancing diminished to a tiny rocking of his hips, bouncing that telephone pole before her. He grinned and stuck out his hand for the cash.
Kerrie teased him, reaching forward, then pulling it away. When he lunged for it, she shrieked and jammed every bill in a wad down into her cleavage. It was like a bouquet of greenbacks nestling between those tits of hers.
Dallas looked at the money and Kerrie looked back with a challenge in her eyes. She wanted him to dive in there and bite the money free. He knew it. And his eyes narrowed.
He leaned forward and caressed Kerrie’s cheek with his thumb. Her eyes sparkled. She shook her chest a little bit, promising a motor boating to highlight his evening. But Dallas grabbed the base of his cock and pushed it into the very base of Kerrie’s sluttily deep neckline. He slipped his whole cock in and up between her tits, then backed away quickly, digging all the cash out and free into the air with the move.
“Whoa! Nice,” came a voice. I realized it had been Rex. Most of us girls just laughed and clapped. Kerrie just pressed her hand into her cleavage and smiled at Dallas, wide-eyed.
Dallas just turned and moseyed slowly back to his crew, who handed him his own towel.
The music paused at the end of Dallas’s number. Our four entertainers posed for us and we applauded.
“Anybody ready for some individual attention?” Dallas asked in a drawl.
Oh, we were all ready for some individual attention. We all hooted and hollered and waved at them for attention. They all looked at me, then they all looked away at one or another of my friends.
Fucking teases.
On the other hand, I got to watch for a song or two while I learned their preferred MOs.
They were all mostly the same set of moves, though their personalities made the similar things they did look quite different. But every routine usually started with some grinding thrusts out in front of whomever a guy was concentrating on, He would usually turn then, and rub his ass against her thighs and even crotch, giving her a chance for some literal grab-ass. Then he’d turn again, but close up this time, and grind some more, sometimes right against her chest.
By the first song, every dick had been given at least a few strokes, probably more.
During the second song, after Paula had practically screamed for Antonio to come dance for her, he was rubbing his now very hard, very impressive cock against the mesh of her dress, hard. All of a sudden, Paula pushed him away, hard. He stumbled back, a frown creasing his brow. His hands started to come up apologetically for doing what she had wanted, but Paula ignored that. She just jumped to her feet and did her own stripperish twirl of her hips and undulation of her torso and she worked her dress off over her head! 50% transparent became 100% not there, and Paula’s tits bobbled as they slid free.
She instantly sat back down and beckoned for Antonio to return.
“You fucking go, girl,” Melody and I both shouted at the same time.
Antonio needed no coaxing and swayed forward to press his cock right between Paula’s naked boobs. He twisted his hips back and forth to rub it all over both bouncy dollops, and Paula in turn twisted her shoulders to rub said dollops on Antonio’s cock.
Whatever the circumstances of why they were here, Antonio was clearly having an awesome fucking time!
They all were, actually. And I think it surprised even them a little at how much.
Officer Biggins was dancing for Noor. She was sitting forward in her chair as he swayed before her. Unlike the rest of the group, she was keeping her hands firmly on her thighs, though she did not lean away when the cop frisked her tits with his ‘baton’. He continued to dance, facing her, and Noor stared at the cock bouncing before her like a mongoose eyeing a cobra. It was not a scared expression. Mongooses are above cobras on the food-chain.
Noor’s hand slowly rose and Biggins slowed his movements. She extended a single finger and stroked it slowly up the underside of his shaft. She left it, just supporting the tip.
“Grab him, Noor!” Jenn hooted, her hand currently doing just that with Rex’s lovely offering. But Noor flinched away from the attention, not the cock. Officer Biggins glowered at Jenn. “Nothing to see here, Ma’am,” he said. Then he grabbed his huge towel and pulled it around his back. His hands pulled the corners out wide in front of him, making a screen that concealed him from mid-back down to the knees, and everything in front of him. This included all but the top of Noor’s head… A head that promptly disappeared downward.
A general oohing took place. “Whatcha doing down there, Noor?” Jenn teased again.
Noor’s elegant right hand shot up above the towel, throwing Jenn the bird. Her head did not reappear. Biggins’s own head lolled back briefly, and his hips’ gyrations grew markedly smaller in scale.
Then Noor sat back in her chair and Biggins stepped away, letting the towel fall free. She had taken a taste and he’d been given one. His unsatiated cock glistened. He grinned.
I rose from my seat and imperiously beckoned Rex. He danced my way obediently, as he had promised. I just reached around behind him, grabbed his tight, fine ass and said, “Dance with me.”
He was more than happy to oblige and we pretty much just writhed against each other for a few moments, his hard dick pressing against my belly through my thin dress. I spun around in his embrace and mashed my ass against that rod. I pulled his hands up to my tits and we swayed some more. Then I grabbed one of his hands off my breast and slid it down to the bow that was all that fastened my wraparound dress closed.
Smart boy. He tugged at the bow and my garment sagged open. His hands and cock had already perceived I was without anything underneath, but once the dress was undone, his hand swiftly moved back up to cup a now naked breast. His other hand flicked the dress open and he was pretty much dry-humping me from behind, hands on both my tits. I tugged the dress to the side and out from between us. Now it was a bit wetter hump, as I could feel just a trace of precum from his own excitement smearing on and above my ass.
I finally sat back down and pulled him to his knees after me. I pulled the back of his head toward me and he feasted on a nipple. It sent shivers through my body, even hotter than anything anyone had done the day before, even if he was not quite as good at sucking tit as my balding fellow flyer. When I released the back of his head, he went to rise and present himself to me.
But that was not the plan. I froze him with a raised finger before he could get up, and then languidly draped a calf over his shoulder. He looked down at the damn near swamp that was glistening between my legs and got the picture of what I wanted. He bent further as I draped my other leg over him, and indeed gave me what I had asked for.
So obedient.
With Rex’s tongue delving into me, I for some reason became the center of attention, dress fully open, tits out, and a handsome guy making me squirm and moan by feasting on my twat with no concealing towel. It was inexplicable, right?
Everybody but Paula was watching me, and that was because her head had disappeared into one of those towel screens, this time held by Dallas. He actually even kept sneaking glances my way, though Paula was demanding his attention pretty energetically, to all appearances.
Geez, Paula. It was a little early to actually get one of these guys to come, wasn’t it? But Paula was on some kind of bender, even more than the rest of us. Even me.
It occurred to me that all the guys, including Rex for that matter, all seemed a little bit surprised at how we were acting with them. Not shocked really, just like someone encountering something that was unexpected and unusual, but not unprecedented.
Everything about our party parameters, we had been told, was unusual, of course. Barely 65% of the service’s private shows included the Full Monty. Most of those only allowed a little touching, if that. A ladies’ choice show like we had required was a true rarity, though the booker had laughed that such cost less than they might have, because the guys tended to view some of their compensation as being in kind…
But it was apparent to me that parties like ours usually involved a lot of dick sucking, but little to no twat licking. I held off the inevitable result of Rex’s good work by trying to figure out why. Because he was doing good work, and I wanted the experience to last.
I guessed that deep down, sucking dick, even submissively, even roughly, is about control. Mostly, it is about making the guy focus on you in a unique and gratifying way. And a woman can end it instantly. She just needs to straighten up.
But being licked off? A woman’s body is built to take a little rough fucking, but there is always a tiny leap of faith when you either let or ask a guy to go down on you for the first time… I’d been fucked roughly a few times, including by Todd once or twice. I’d fucked a few guys roughly, too… again, including Todd. But I’d never been roughly eaten, and I didn’t want to.
But I had decided to be confident that Rex would be gentle, and would know what he was doing, and goddammit if I was not right.
His tongue lashed my clit side to side. At this point, it was a game. He wanted to get me off. I wanted to keep going.
Then he slid a finger up along my slit and sank it inside of me. And his tongue just vibrated against my bump.
I did not even sense that I was losing the battle until my orgasm was full upon me. It was not one of the beautiful, transcendent orgasms that some other men have given me in various ways, and which Todd gives me with some regularity. There was none of the warm pleasure suffusing my body in radiating, gentle, but inexorable waves.
This was a bear trap of an orgasm, as the wound up tension of the prior night’s excruciatingly sexy craziness, tightened further by the show so far, snapped, exploding through me like an avalanche of stimulus.
“Fuck!” I screamed exultantly, choking on my suddenly saliva-filled mouth. Every secretory gland in my body fired at once. First the saliva, but also a few tears sprang from the corners of my eyes. I burst into a glistening sheen of perspiration. God knows what happened inside my body. My pussy went, in an instant, from a moist enclosure to a slippery slide.
The orgasm felt amazing, but it had no staying power. My ecstasy did not roll on and on. It overwhelmed my mind, then faded swiftly.
Still… fucking awesome.
“Oh fuck, thank you,” I gasped, finding my words quicker than I often could. I weakly removed my legs from Rex’s shoulders, letting them slide free, rather than sexily lifting them off, because, duration aside, that explosion had drained me completely.
“Fucking A, Amy,” one of my buddies exclaimed, I’m not sure who.
“Seal of Approval, guys,” I gasped. I leaned forward and kissed Rex’s chest briefly as he rose to his feet. He looked smug, and a little flattered at my words–whatever they meant to him. He should have been. Lots of guys do not get Seal of Approval among my circle of friends.
Suddenly, Dallas grunted, “Oh shit,” then he moaned a little, maybe a little theatrically, but it was a genuine moan. Guys, for obvious reasons, don’t put a lot of work into faking it. And he moaned, then moaned again. He stumbled backward. Even a greek god, carved from muscle gets little weak-kneed when someone sucks him dry.
Paula tugged his towel out of the way. There was a long, thick strand of cum on her left cheek, running from the corner of her mouth to her ear. The rest of whatever massive, by the sound of it, load that Dallas had delivered, she had made disappear at the point of service. “Did I miss something?” she asked, half showing off, half genuinely curious.
I struggled to sit up straight again, pressing my legs together almost primly. “I highly recommend you ask Rex,” I said.
I considered pulling my dress closed, then abandoned the idea. There I sat, relaxing, my dress wide open, tits and twat out for anyone and everyone to enjoy. The guys were all naked or effectively so, why shouldn’t I be? And I rapidly was not alone among my buddies.
Paula had been topless for a while. While Rex had been giving me my treat, Linda had stood up to watch, inviting Officer Biggins to come and frisk her. He sauntered over behind her, pressing his cock against the thin fabric of her skirt covering her butt, and reached around to very sweetly massage Linda’s tits. She had lolled her head back, briefly taking her eyes off my getting eaten and whispered something. Biggins’s hands were inside her bustier in an instant, and only left after a while, pushing it down around her waist as he did so.
She had done nothing to put it back in place, but had sluttily not removed it either, making her exposed boobs look all the more racy. I’d seen Linda’s boobs before, in various showers. I’m not really into other women’s tits, but I certainly could appreciate that Linda had nice ones. I knew Todd had approved of them when they had been dating.
When the fuck Patty had lost her top, I had no idea, but she certainly didn’t miss it.
Jenn might be chronically afflicted with tiny tit anxiety (she wasn’t that tiny), but Antonio seemed to both be aware of it somehow, and to know how to assuage it. He danced over to her, looking nervous at how many of us had our boobs out already, and swayed to his knees between her legs… and went to fucking town on her tits. His hands and lips and cheeks were everywhere on her, worshipping her chest showing her that she certainly had enough to erotically mangle. She gasped as he slid his hands up underneath her teeshirt to fondle her bare skin. I could see from his movements under the fabric that he was tweaking her nipples.
“Take it off for me,” he had said, in a begging voice. Jenn had stared at him for a moment, then whipped off that shirt like it was on fire, and Antonio went back to town on her again, this time with audible tongue work. I do not know if Jenn actually came from the fervor of his attention, but I might have, had it been me.
Kerrie seemed to be looking for any slight pause in the action, because Kerrie is a show-off, in addition to a clever and forward-thinking gamer. When she got it, she beckoned Dallas, whose cock had recovered quite admirably from Paula’s little snack. She reached out and invited his dick to nestle into her cleavage. Dallas happily let his balls and base of his shaft nestle down in here, and Kerrie jiggled herself against him.
They traded a gaze, and Dallas started to shield them with his towel. Kerrie just snatched it out of his hands and tossed it to the side. Noor, of all people, called out, “Oh for God’s sake, guys! Just forget the towels now. We all want to see!”
Wow.
“They all want to see,” I heard Dallas challenge Kerrie. She just smiled and shrugged. He reached down, forcing his cock to retreat from her tits, and tugged upward on her sweater. Kerrie just languidly lifted her arms to let him work, and her bazookas spilled out of the shirt as it rose. There they were. I told you she was a showoff.
Dallas couldn’t help himself, he pressed his cock swiftly back against those creamy mounds. Kerrie just grinned, grabbed his cock, and started rubbing it all over herself, concentrating on bouncing his tip over her big, meaty nips. Then the bitch just shoved his cock back between them and had him thrusting up and down between them!
Kerrie’s boobs are twice as big as mine, and I’m the biggest among the rest of us, I think. And here she had found a new way to rub that fact in all our faces.
“Hey, Noor,” Kerrie called as Dallas stepped away while he could still walk. “As you all said, ‘we all want to see’. Get ’em out!”
Noor looked at her like a mouse caught in the center of the room. Before she could retort, Rex and Biggins were at her sides. Each gently took a hand and pulled her to her feet, lifting her hands above her head to show her off. Rex whispered to her, and she only mumbled in reply. His hand stole to her back, and expertly unzipped the back of her halter top. When it sagged, they both released her hands and she dropped her arms, letting the halter straps slip from her shoulders. The little back garment fluttered to the floor, and both men softly, briefly caressed a dark nipple.
Biggins smiled at her, put his hand to the fly of her shorts, then waited.
We were all in shock a little at the fact that Noor had actually let them take off her top, and wanted to see how she got out of Biggins’s plan.
“Nice body, Noor!” Jenn called, honestly. Noor was definitely hot, in a leoninely curvy way.
“Put up or shut up time, Miss We All Want to See!” taunted Patty, who was leaning forward eagerly.
“Fuck it,” Noor said, in something that sounded like frustration, but was not. “Do it,” she ordered Biggins. He was stone faced as he tugged open her fly and slid her shorts down. No underwear on her either. She stepped delicately out of them, inexplicably the first among us to be bare naked.
Officer Biggins ran one hand down her back to grasp her ass, while his other dipped between her legs in front. Noor’s eyes were saucers, but she didn’t move. “No weapons. You’re clear,” he announced, standing and cruelly stepping back away.
It seems odd to say it this way, but nothing notable happened for a while. There was a lot more of the standard dancing, only with a lot more outright groping from all parties, and the groping was of naked bits all over the place. Patty, Jenn, and Paula all demanded their turn being searched for weapons, and ended as naked as Noor. Linda still had her skirt on, but had pulled the waist up so high we could all easily see the artful round shape she had shaved her bush into.
I made sure my tits were attended to by all four men at one point or another.
Melody was still fully-clothed, of course. She had deflected the guys a few times at first from changing that with a careful display of her left ring finger, and they were respecting that. She apparently decided that they were respecting it too much, and she called for Antonio to come see her.
As he stalked over to her, she rose up and wanted to dance. They moved together for a few moments, dancing close enough that his hard dick grazed her several times. She did not open the distance. Then she turned her back to him and shoved her ass hard against his grinding cock. They danced like that for a few. Melody is a beautiful woman, but her ass is definitely her best feature, and Antonio was clearly enjoying himself immensely.
Then Melody, without ceasing her grinding, beckoned to Rex as well! He came over, and as he did so, pretty much all attention gravitated to the three of them. Melody took Rex’s hand and pressed it to her breast. He danced along with them, massaging her boob over the light denim of her shirt.
Suddenly, Officer Biggins was on her other side, and she gasped in happy surprise as he just reached out and clasped the other breast. It was more of a mosh pit than a dance floor now as they all moved together.
And then Melody reached up between them all and tugged her shirttails apart, then slipped the only button open. And they danced on, her shirt dangling, held closed only by Rex and the cop’s hands still massaging her tits. She looked at them both and nodded, and they as one slid the shirt aside, resuming their attentions to now bare skin. Melody somehow worked the shirt entirely off, despite their reluctance to let go of her breasts and they all moshed some more. Then Biggins bent and started sucking on a nipple, and Rex joined in like it was the best idea ever. Antonio kept rubbing his cock up and down the bedenimed crack of her ass.
And here came Dallas. He simply stepped right in front of her. He reached in and lifted one of her hands to his weaving cock, and she held it gently but actively. He just reached forward himself and caressed her soft stomach. Then, after a moment, he slid his fingers down to tug at her waist, popping open the button atop her zipper.
Her free hand grabbed his firmly, her other still stroking him idly. He nodded, seeing the limit.
But then she pushed his hand downward, pressing it firmly against her crotch, just outside of her jeans, and released him! Well now.
Dallas knew what he needed to do. They all did. Antonio started outright dry humping her. Rex and Biggins sucked and mangled her tits hungrily. And Dallas and Melody gave each other handjobs. Melody was idle in her efforts. Dallas was not idle at all. He wanted to see this woman come.
When she did, it was beautiful. Her legs twisted and twined, her back arched, and her body trembled, being even more furiously caressed by all four men as she threw back her head and softly cried out for an exquisitely long time. As she came down at last, she giggled, “Okay, Robert. You are forgiven!”
With that, she turned and sagged against Officer Biggins, letting him hold her up as the other three stepped away to give her space… and probably take a moment to recover themselves.
Melody straightened up and patted Biggins’s cheek. Then she turned to the rest of us. “Yeah, Robert and I are definitely going to more strip clubs. Unfortunately for him, the first one is going to have guys.” We all laughed with her, until she sobered. “And it will only be after he gets that balance paid off on my card!” She turned and wobbled back to her seat, forgetting her shirt, and intentionally leaving the button on her jeans unfastened.
The rest of us all seemed to feel the need to get a drink, and rose for refreshments. Rather than sit down again, we found ourselves dancing around the room with the guys, almost like real dancing, except for Linda finally losing the skirt in the process.
I had poured myself a small cognac and it was gone already. I stepped back over to the table and poured myself a little more. I had bartended two summers in college, and I was addicted to pour spouts, so there was one in the bottle. I counted to four. No need to get too drunk. Then I realized we were shitty hosts.
“Guys, can I make any of you a drink?”
“Rex already had one,” laughed Patty. I blushed. Rex did too.
“I meant a fucking cocktail,” I growled at her.
“Got a bottle of water?” Dallas asked. He was wearing down a little, and let his faux accent slip out of character. I tossed one to him companionably, and Rex asked for one too.
I turned to Antonio, who was closest. “Water? Or are you man enough for a drink?”
“I just had some water,” he said shrugging. “I’ll take some of that French stuff you are drinking like water.”
I turned for a glass… then turned back, leaving it untouched. “Come and get it,” I said smoothly, letting my dress slip all the way off finally. I lifted the bottle and poised it over the upper curve of my breast, leaning forward slightly.
Antonio raised an eyebrow, grinned and stepped right in front of me. He bent over with hands on his massive upper thighs as braces, and opened his mouth, resting his lower lip just beneath my nipple. I grinned and poured slowly.
The cognac stimulated my flesh as it ran in a rivulet down my boob to form a tiny fountain at my nipple, but not as much as Antonio’s mouth did, as he slurped at the stream. I let it flow for about half an ounce, maybe a full ounce, my whole body throbbing as he sucked and drank from my nip. I stared down at him as he caught 90% of what I poured. He grinned, and licked my breast clean of any residue.
“Hits the spot,” he said, and rose up.
I looked up and the other three guys were fucking standing behind him in a line! Fuck yeah.
“Cognac?” I asked Rex, who had moved quickest and was first in line.
“I’d rather vodka,” he said cheekily. I set down the Courvoisier behind me and grabbed some Stoli.
“I read a blog post once about a European vodka that before bottling, every drop was poured over the tits of a Playboy model,” I told him. “I’m afraid I’ll have to do.”
“Do?” I heard Dallas mutter flatteringly from the back of the line.
By the time all four had drank, and Linda had given the procedure a go (she poured too fast and wasted booze), my body was craving more satisfaction… hard.
It was time.
I stepped over to Rexie and whispered in his ear. “Come back over with me. And bring the towel.”
I slouched what I hope was appealingly upon my ‘throne’, watching as he thrust his way over to me. Nicely built, hung, sweet, and not entirely bright. Exactly what I needed for my last time as a free agent… if it ended up being my last time.
When he reached me, I held up the foil packet that I had palmed from the bowl on the booze table. “Let’s put it on,” was all I said.
He looked gratifyingly pleased by the request. I tore it open and removed the rubber, a match for those that I’d bought for Todd. It was my favorite brand. I might never need them again, after this night.
Rex grabbed the towel, pulling it around behind the small of his back. I guess putting it on was up to me, which was fine. I didn’t love gloves, but putting them on was usually fun.
His cock really was nice. A little bigger than Todd’s, but not enough that I thought I’d really notice the difference as far as that went, it had a little curve to it that was interesting, though not a match for my fiancé’s straight-line perfection. It twitched as I slowly rolled the condom down over it, making for a nice, snug, safe fit.
I spread my legs further.
Rex knelt to get at just about a perfect level, and I helped guide him against my lips.
It had been more than half a year since someone other than Todd had been inside me, and I wondered how the sensation would be. Plenty good, I decided as Rex pressed in, splitting me and filling me, my body molding to his smoothly advancing invader.
When he started to thrust, I decided that yeah, definitely worthwhile. Not so worthwhile that I need experiences like it, beyond what Todd would supply, however. But definitely worthwhile now, when it was ‘appropriate’. A final evening’s fucking to mark a change in the phases of my life. I groaned happily and encouragingly as Rex started to really work at pleasing me.
“Hey,” Noor called out, noticing the towel. “We said no more… oh.”
I was holding the towel for Rex now, so he could use his hands for better things, most of which were visible above it. And there was obviously only one thing going on, the way his ass moved beneath that sheet. I languidly flipped Noor off. Payback from earlier.
The towel was concealing nothing. It was drawing attention to it.
I lifted my legs and wrapped them around Rexie’s waist, trying to help him get even deeper. I had forgotten how different, different cocks could feel, and how differently they could be used for even a simple, delicious fuck like this. But… yep. I didn’t need the variety. I liked lots of flavors of ice cream, but I hadn’t ordered anything but Butter Pecan in a shop in years, and doubted I would going forward.
But I was going to enjoy this scoop of Rocky Road while it lasted!
I leaned back hard on the throne as he drove into me. I rested on my elbows and kept the towel tight over Rex’s sweet buns, his massive shoulders flexing as he drove into me, torturing my G-spot. The guy knew how to fuck. I had to give it to him.
Again and again and again he stroked, riding an easy rhythm. I was already about to burst and I knew he was nowhere close. He was enjoying himself though, so I didn’t feel bad as I just let go and almost screamed, “Fucking fuck, Rexie! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck! Me!” as I crested, feeling a far more rational, normal, and long-lasting climax ripple through my body. He just kept going though it all, keeping me on the edge of my precipice for as long as I could hold there.
When I sagged finally, he paused. “Keep going?” he asked quietly, but with a hint of request.
I just shook my head slowly. “I’d love it, but no. I need to rest. That rocked,” I said. He smiled and rose up and slid out of me. His still rock-hard cock glistening. He slid the condom off.
“Rex,” said Kerrie, who had been sitting closest to me and probably saw just about everything, “please go get another condom. And forget about the towel.”
Rex was suddenly having a good evening.
She and Rex climaxed together, which made me a little jealous, but what can you do. He looked incredible mounting her, and Kerrie looked both incredible herself, and yet a little silly, the way her boobs flailed around all over the place when he had started to lose control.
I relaxed for a while, not really paying attention to anything, just basking in the glow. The guys kept going around among us, sometimes dancing, in a few cases engaging in more intimate behavior. I don’t know how many of my friends got up the courage to ask for some oral for themselves, but it was not most of them. Jenn did, and we all definitely heard about how much she approved of Antonio’s efforts. I just made sure that I got a good taste of every phallus in the room, though I did not even try to get any of them off.
I grimaced when I saw the clock on the wall, and knew our idyl’s hours were numbered. I needed one more, just like I had thought from the start. A thorough and comprehensive shagging this time, and not a performance for anybody for me.
I waited until Officer Biggins was unoccupied, which took a while, he seemed a general crowd favorite. I walked up to him, pressed my naked body against his, and growled, “I think I need to be taken into protective custody.”
He looked like he’d been hoping for that request, which, like so many things this weekend, was very gratifying. I took his hand in mine, grabbed a handful of condoms, just in case, and led him over to the door to Noor and Paula’s room. We slipped through and locked it behind us.
I must not have noticed, but someone had already gotten away in here earlier. Noor’s bed was absolutely wrecked, with the sheets everywhere on the floor, along with half the pillows. I thought I had been observant. How had I missed that?
“I suppose we should use this bed?” Biggins said, indicating the Scene of the Crime.
“We should,” I agreed. “But we are going to use this one instead. Paula’s got her freak on tonight, big time. She gets to go to pass out later in the smell of you and me…”
*
I missed my flight home. We all did, since we were all supposed to be on the same plane. Why any airline even offers flight out of Nola before noon on Sundays is beyond me, and that we booked such a flight was the height of foolishness. We decided to stay together, rather than taking one or two seats on this flight and that, and therefore wound up not getting back before seven that night.
While on my flight, I texted with Todd for the first time since leaving. He was going to be home before me! We worked out what he could make for dinner and have ready for me, my sweet, already domesticated, almost husband. (Full disclosure: Todd cooks way better than I do, even though I like cooking more.)
ME: So we are settled.
ME: Have a good time?
TODD: And then some. You?
ME: Crazy, stupid, silly fun. Sexy, too. OFC
TODD: OFC
There was a long pause as my plane rumbled through the sky.
ME: Ready for next weekend?
TODD: I literally cannot wait
ME: Get me to the church. Get me to the church…
TODD: Get me to the church on time!
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This could all end here, right? It sure could. But it doesn’t. The fun is only beginning. And please let me know how you like Todd and Amy, and whatever else you think will happen. Comments are always my best compensation!