The Ugly Duckling [Consensual] [Cheating] [Fiction]

My niece, Amy, was an ugly child. I’m not kidding. She
seemed to have a perpetual frown and sad eyes with stringy blond hair. Then she
passed through puberty, and everything changed. She is now a slender, tall
blond with a pretty smile, prominent dimples, and sparkling eyes. Oh, you want
a more alluring description of her physique, eh? Well, being so young and thin,
she has a nicely rounded ass, narrow hips, and small breasts. I once saw a
photo of her in a bikini during spring break when she was a junior in college
and my dick stiffened immediately.
Now she’s a college graduate from a well-known engineering
college and madly in love with another brainy engineer, one of her classmates.
At first glance he comes across as a rather nerdy fellow, glasses and all, but
his muscular physique is masked by the loose fitting clothes he wears, so he
appears to be gangly and skinny. My wife says he’s not particularly good
looking, and I tend to agree, so the attraction is either with his mind or his
third leg, if you catch my drift.
Anyway, they were engaged before their May graduation and
set a wedding date for the end of September that same year. Not surprisingly,
she asked my wife, Julie, to be her Matron of Honor, since Julie is her favorite
Aunt. It was, necessarily, a busy summer for my niece, brother, sister-in-law,
and my wife as they prepared for the wedding. There are so many details to work
out and parties to plan. Which leads me to the central theme of this story
amongst all the showers, rehearsal dinner, and bachelor party (which was a real
groaner): the bachelorette party.
Ah, the bachelorette party! I’ve seen some “Dancing Bear”
videos. Is it possible that real life could imitate such “art?” Of course, none
of the husbands or boyfriends or significant others were invited. It was just
the females of the wedding party, close female friends, and of course Amy’s
mother, Janice. The good news is that my brother, Joe, knew all the plans
because he had spy software on Amy’s computer from her middle school days.
Julie and Janice spent the entire Saturday, a week before
the party, shopping for new dresses to wear to the great event. Meanwhile, Joe
and I took the opportunity to scope out the party venue, a place that
specializes in hosting and catering parties of all kinds, with an owner that
was Joe’s neighbor (two doors down).
Max was an entrepreneur of the first class and knew how to
push boundaries where necessary to provide the best party atmosphere for his
clients. Joe didn’t know Max very well, in spite of their close proximity, so
it’s not surprising that Joe was unaware of all the party details. That is, he
was unaware until I convinced him we should check things out to make sure our
girls were safe.
During our visit to Max-Out, THE local party palace for all
types of parties ranging from corporate holiday parties to high school proms,
we learned that male strippers were a part of the package planned for his dear
child’s last party as a single young woman and that Max had a full blown
security camera system that recorded video surveillance of every nook and
cranny of his place. On top of that, we found that he had a special viewing
room that was set up like a small in-home theater with six cushy, reclining
theater seats in two rows of three seats each; the second row about a foot
higher than the front row. Max explained that some of the parties end up with
some incredibly raunchy and erotic shows; some planned, most unplanned. He also
admitted that he often invited a few of his financial partners to view the
festivities if it looked like things were likely to be interesting to watch.
Even though we begged to watch the upcoming festivities, Max
was reluctant to allow us in the viewing room during the bachelorette party.
“You two are a bit too close in relation to the main players in this party. I
do not want jealous husbands, or overbearing fathers getting worked up and
causing damage to property or injury to people,” he said, “It’s a liability
thing, you understand.”
“We fully understand,” I said as I handed him two crisp $100
bills. “Would this aid in raising your trust level in us?”
He stared at my outstretched hand for a moment, then deftly
took the bills from my hand and slid them in his pocket. “There’s a back door
marked ‘Deliveries.’ Be there exactly 10 minutes before the party is scheduled
to start. I, or one of my assistant managers will be waiting at the door. Though
it may sound cliché, ‘Shave and a Haircut’ will gain you entrance.”
I had to laugh at that last statement and just responded
with, “Cool!”
I could go into a lot of detail pertaining to how my stomach
was in knots all week long, waiting for the big day to arrive and the
possibility, however remote, of seeing my wife perform some naughty activity
with a male stripper, but I won’t. I could go into a lot of detail of how I
tried to innocently keep tabs on my wife’s preparation for the evening; long
bath with aromatic soap, shaving ALL her body parts south of her neck line, and
a conservative sun dress the reached to just above her knees, BUT with NO
underwear! But, I won’t go into all that, or with the history of Julie’s shy,
conservative nature that, if you knew that history, you would fully understand
why it was so TOTALLY out of character for her to go commando.
I could go into some detail about how hard my dick was when
Janice came by to pick Julie up. Janice, too, was wearing a conservative
shirt/skirt combo that looked like it belonged with a business suit. There was
no way of knowing if she, too, was going commando. Janice is not as good
looking as Julie. Bearing two children had not been kind to her figure, but she
has a pretty face with a disarming smile. I kissed my wife and told the pair to
have a wonderful evening. I then waited ten minutes, grabbed my car keys and
headed over to pick up my brother.
On the drive over we discussed the possibility that we might
see our wives in some very compromising situations. I admitted that it really
turned me on thinking that my wife might be handling another man’s cock. He agreed
that he would like to see Janice sucking on some strange man-meat.
We arrived at the rear entrance to Max-Out about 15 minutes
early, so we had to hang out in the car for five minutes waiting for the
appropriate time to gain access. While we waited, I had to ask, “What about
Amy? Are you going to be okay with seeing HER in the same situation as Janice?
It’s a bit different when you’re talking about your little girl, ya know.”
“I’ve been thinking about that,” he said, “and I can only
conclude that she’s all grown up now and is responsible for her own decisions.
I’m not ignorant of the fact that she has more than likely had a lot of sexual
experiences while she was in college. Hell, she probably had some while she was
in high school.”
“As long as you maintain your cool if you actually SEE her
doing things,” I retorted.
“I’ll be alright,” he said, “YOU just keep YOUR eyes off
her. I may be into some taboo shit, but not incest.”
“No problem,” I said. “Let’s go. It’s time.”
At precisely ten minutes before “go” time, I knocked on the
back door and sang out, “shave and a haircut, two bits” in time with my
rapping. Max immediately opened the door and stepped back, waving us through
with his right handing saying, “I hope I don’t live to regret this,” as he let
us go by.
Again, I’ll skip the preliminaries. Like there were only two
empty seats in the back row of the small theater room. I have no idea who all
the other gawkers were, but they were whispering to each other and pointing at
various women on the big screen, which showed nine different camera angles
simultaneously. The show started with lots of whooping and hollering from all
the women as the dancers took the stage. There was nearly half an hour of
dancing and stripping before all four dancers were down to a single jock strap
type piece of clothing that sheathed their penises. If some interesting event
was happening at a particular table, someone manning a console somewhere would
switch from the nine-camera view to a single camera that would zoom in on the
action. In the early stages, it was just some attempts at crotch shots,
cleavage shots, views of bouncing titties, and a lot of drooling mouths. You
could see the lust in their eyes.
As the evening progressed, the “camera operator” was
focusing more on the Bride-To-Be and her table of Bride’s Maids. In all there
were 7 young 21-year olds at that table (six bride’s maids and the bride) in
addition to Julie and Janice. There was a mixture of body types, most slender,
some a bit on the chubby side; some with big tits, some with smaller tits. All
were dressed in provocative miniskirts, except for Julie and Janice. Given that
there were limited camera views, it was hard to tell what was underneath the
skirts, but at least a couple of thongs could be verified; one quickly
developed a small wet spot. Julie and Janice both appeared prim and proper.
With her mother present, Amy was clapping and enjoying the
view, but shied away from any direct contact with the strippers, even as two
gathered around her, one on each side. There were bouncing their sheathed cocks
in front of her face, which was beet read at that particular moment. Occasionally
each man slapped a cock into her face, causing her put her hand up in
self-defense and duck her head, laughing the whole time.
Now here’s the point in time where the party turned. The
camera operator noticed that a particular woman at one of the tables had
grabbed onto one of the strippers and was running her hand over his semi-hard
cock. Just as the camera zoomed in on the action, the woman, who looked to be
in her mid-30s and was wearing a wedding ring, slipped the giraffe head jock
strap off of the stripper’s penis and immediately inserted the head of his cock
into her mouth. The table erupted in cheers and applause, as the woman slid her
hand up and down the stripper’s torso as she bobbed her head on his cock.
In the background, I could clearly see Julie’s reaction. Her
hands flew up and covered her gaping mouth and her eyes went wide as she took
in the action occurring right in front of her. Janice and Amy, in fact the
entire Bride’s table, likewise looked on in shocked awe. Julie then leaned over
to her left, said something into Janice’s ear, then surreptitiously put her
right hand on her right leg and let it slide slowly up between her legs.
At that moment, the main table was placed front and center
on the screen, and we watched as two of the bride’s maids had gotten up, moved
around the table, and began removing the jock straps from the strippers on
either side of Amy. Now their bare cocks were slapping her face until the same
two bride’s maids reached around their respective stripper and wrapped their
hands around the cocks and started a slow pumping motion. Amy leaned back in
her chair as far as she could to remove herself from what she obviously thought
was a compromising position.
Again, I saw my wife say something in Janice’s ear and Janice
replied back in Julie’s ear. Janice then looked around the room and managed to
motion one of the other dancers over to their table. He danced his way over, a
medium height African-American with a good sized package that was still covered
with an elephant’s trunk jock strap, ears flapping as he swayed. He positioned
himself in front of Janice and dangled that elephant trunk in her face. Just as
she was about to bury her face against his covered manhood, the bride’s maid
behind him grabbed the straps around his waist and yanked the small covering
down to his ankles. This meant that instead of nuzzling a sheathed cock, she
was nosing around a bare BBC.
I glanced over at Joe to see his reaction and he just smiled
and said, “That’s my girl.” When I looked back, I could see that Janice had
jerked her head back in a pure reaction, but quickly recovered when she
realized the length and girth of the cock that was now rising up and was
pointing straight at her face. She instinctively reached up and began exploring
its size and texture with her hands, then she leaned forward and began rubbing
it slowly around her cheeks and chin as my wife pulled Janice’s hair back from
her face, allowing us a clear view of the lust emanating from her eyes.
At that moment, the two BWCs that were getting hand jobs
from the bride’s maids broke free from their captors and stepped around to the
BBC. There was a brief discussion and the three stepped back from the table and
gathered in their fourth stripper, who was also completely naked and appeared
to have some slobber on his cock from an undisclosed source. At least it was
undisclosed to us because the camera operator never zoomed in on his action.
We could not hear what was spoken but directions were given,
followed shortly by Amy (Bride), Julie (Matron of Honor), and Janice (Mother of
the Bride) lining up at the front of the room where some soft arm chairs had
been lined up for them. Amy was guided by BBC to the center of the three chairs
with Julie being led the chair on her left (by BWC #1) and Janice to the chair
on her right (by BWC #2). BWC #3 continued to work the room, ensuring all the
ladies were whipped into a sexual frenzy.
The plan must have been to concentrate on the Mother of the
Bride, first, then the Matron of Honor, and lastly the Bride herself. Very
quickly the stripper I deemed BWC #2 had is large cock in Janice’s mouth while
he expertly unbuttoned her conservative white blouse. Holy Shit! She wasn’t
wearing a bra! Her tits dangled and swayed as her head bobbed up and down on
BWC #2’s cock. She spread her arms out to her side and a little toward her back
as the stripper removed her blouse.
Meanwhile, BWC #1 and BBC joined BWC #3 in making rounds at
the other tables, keeping that frenzy going strong and cheering on Janice’s
performance. While the “camera operator” focused on the “main event” going on
up front, we could see various women in the background stripping off various
articles of clothes, playing with the cocks rotating around the room, and even
playing amongst themselves!
Back to the “main event.” As Janice continued to suck BWC
#2, and after he had completely removed her blouse, he stepped forward
slightly, causing her to lean back and spread her legs a bit more. Next, he
stepped back quickly allowing his dick to flop out of Janice’s mouth. A mixture
of saliva and precum dripped off of his cock as he knelt down between Janice’s legs.
He was looking intently in her eyes as he moved his hands up the outside of her
legs from her knees, pushed the hem of her skirt up past mid-thigh, then
reached under her skirt to grab her panties and started to tug on them as a
nonverbal request for panty removal. Janice readily complied by lifting her
hips off of the chair, allowing him to deftly slide her panties down her legs
and backing up enough for her to close her legs so the panties were quickly
removed completely. He stood up twirling the panties around over his head on
his right index finger.
In the background we could see my wife and niece sitting
upright on the edge of their chairs watching this action. Amy actually had her
mouth open but covered by her hands; eyes wide with disbelief at the scene
unfolding before her. I looked over at my brother to see him unzip his pants,
pull out his cock, and spread the precum, which seemed to be gushing out, all
over his cock head.
BWC #2’s next move was to ease himself up between Janice’s
legs, pushing her skirt hem up above her waist as he placed his face right up
to her bushy pussy. Janice threw her head back and appeared to gasp, implying
that he was licking her cunt, which we could not see due to the camera angle.
She grabbed his head in both hands and held it in place while arching her back,
nearly thrashing with pleasure.
The “camera operator” saw that BWC #1 had returned to the
“main event” and the camera angle switched so that we could see my wife with
his hefty cock already in her mouth and her dress already being pulled up above
her waist. She pulled her head back off of his cock just long enough for him to
pull her dress up over her head. She was completely naked and her tits pulsed
in time with her head as it bobbed back and forth on his engorged cock.
Quickly the camera changed to show BWC #2’s hips in a piston
motion between Janice’s legs as he was fucking her hard and furiously. Her head
was thrown back and her hands had grabbed his small love handles as she fucked
him back in time to his movements. I glanced at Joe just as a spurt of cum
rocketed out of his penis and landed on his chest. I then noticed that all the
men in the room were jerking themselves as they watched the wanton display of
sex on the big screen. From somewhere behind us, a towel was produced so Joe
could clean himself up. “Thanks.” He said, to the anonymous person behind us,
yet his eyes never left the screen.
Another quick cut away, to see BWC #1 start licking my
wife’s cunt with her fingers intertwined in his head of curly black hair. She,
too, was apparently moaning with her mouth open. Once, I’m sure I could make
out the words, “Oh Fuck!” on her lips.
This didn’t go on long before the camera cut to Amy with a
BBC in her mouth as she took side glances to her Mom and Aunt on either side of
her. She could barely fit the tip in her mouth, but she sucked and licked it
like she used to do with the lollypops she had as a youngster.
The “camera operator” was getting better with anticipation
as the view quickly moved to Janice and BWC #2 as her pulled his cock out of
her pussy and jerked to an explosion of cum. The first jet hit Janice on the
chin; the second at the top of her sternum; and the next two smaller jets
pooled on her stomach. Joe started applauding, and the others quickly joined
him.
Cut to my wife and I was treated to a great view of BWC #1,
sliding his cock up and down my wife’s soaking wet slit. On the fourth
movement, he slid his dick deftly into her sopping hole and buried himself to
the hilt. That’s when I blasted a shot of cum straight up in the air. I swear
it went 8 feet up if an inch. Luckily, it didn’t hit anyone else and came right
back down on my lap. That’s the first cock to enter my wife since we started
dating 32 years ago. Well, at least it’s the first that I KNOW of. The very act
of remembering this and writing it down, just caused me to cum in my britches
without even touching myself. (Well, I might have taken a few breaks to rub my
swollen cock).
Anyway, BWC #1 was furiously fucking my wife while she displayed
a most incredible “O face” and grasp at his hair, his ass, and at the air in
general. She bucked and flailed as he slammed her cunt at nearly 120 thrusts
per second. In mere moments he yanked his cock out of her pussy and spurted
yards of cum all over her body. At least three thick strips landed above her
head and settled across her abdomen. In her rapture, Julie smeared his cum all
over her body like it was a special body lotion.
Well, I was spent and enjoying the view of my recently
ravished wife when the camera view changed again; back to the bride-to-be. The
“camera operator” grabbed a good angle showing BBC pick up my lightweight niece,
wearing only a thin red lace bra and matching thong, and cradle her in his
muscular arms. A couple of camera angles later, he was gently laying her on the
center table with her perfectly shaped ass at the table’s edge. He kissed her
passionately on the mouth as he grasp the waist band of her thong and slid them
down her smooth legs, exposing her completely shaved, wet pussy. Her hairless
cunt looked like it was covered in a glaze, ready to eat. Of course, the BBC
did just that; ate her out!
Mr. BBC didn’t munch for long. Amy didn’t need any help with
lubrication, so after about 90 seconds of tongue fucking her, he stepped back
and prepared for the main event. Amy didn’t have time to react. She was panting
heavily, eyes closed, head back, lost in the moment. Then, as if the entire
evening weren’t composed of so many erotic treats, this next act of familial
love topped everything. Amy’s mother, my brother’s wife, grabbed the BBC’s
large cock just aft of the bulbous head and guided it into Amy’s gaping hole.
As that big, black cock disappeared and Amy’s vagina
swallowed him up, my cock sprang immediately to attention. I noticed Joe’s cock
was also rock hard watching his own daughter being fucked like a wanton slut,
and very much enjoying it! As I looked around the theater room, ALL the guys
were actively jacking off as they stared, mesmerized and transfixed by the
action on the screen.
Amy was bucking and fucking for all she was worth. I don’t
know how long the pounding continued, but all too soon Mr. BBC yanked his dick
out of Amy’s pussy and, with contorted face, shot jet after jet of hot spunk up
and over Amy’s head and face. In our little room, too, jets of cum flew through
the air. It seemed that all of us ejaculated at the same time (yes I came a
second time, something that hasn’t happened to me in over 25 years).
Amy laid back on the table, breathing heavily as she spread
the cum around on her face and body, and looking as sexy as any female on
Earth. She may have been my niece, but she was still a hot piece of ass. To be
sure, the ugly duckling had grown up to be a beautiful, sexy-assed swan.
 

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