This is sort of experimental, I’m departing a lot from my usual style and approach, and it’s a really short one. If anyone has feedback I’d love to hear it!
“It started with a bachelorette party…”
It all started because Sara wanted to get married.
And, ok, fair, she met a guy who was pretty great. I don’t have anything against marriage. I mean, not really. Sorta. OK, I do have something against marriage. Mostly I don’t like the part where its really damn hard to find a guy who doesn’t seem to think getting married means he gets a mommy/maid/fuck-buddy combo.
But that’s not the point. The POINT is that it all got started when Sara was getting married and Becky decided she needed a bachelorette party to end all bachelorette parties. Little dick shaped lollipops and that kind of cute crap were not in Becky’s plans.
Becky kept her plans to herself, when we asked she’d just give us an evil smile, wiggle her eyebrows, and say we’d like it. And, fair, she was right. But it was also annoying. Still, I’ll forgive her.
The party was scheduled for a couple of days before the wedding, not just the day before because planning and timing and all that shit. Plus who wants to risk being hung over at their wedding? Bleh.
I got there a little early, to help set up. Becky had asked me to pick up the cake, and I’d been kind of glad to see it wasn’t a tacky penis shaped cake. It was just a normal cake that said “Say Goodbye To Your Bachelorette Days!”
“Katie!” Becky opened the door and waved me inside. “Can you put it in the kitchen?”
“Sure.” Becky was hosting because of all of us she had the biggest house. Also the most isolated, so it was great for parties. I lived in a little efficiency apartment that I like but is definitely not a good place for parties. Sara was living with Max so that was out, and anyway their apartment wasn’t that big either. Lois had a 9 year old daughter so no way were we doing it at her place. And Ruby lived with her parents, not because she can’t afford a place of her own but because they were old and need her to help take care of things.
Becky had inherited the house a few years ago, its on the outskirts and has a big lawn which is nice for BBQ and stuff. It’s a big 5 bedroom place with four bathrooms, a giant living room, a kitchen, a separate dining room, a den, a furnished basement, AND an attic set up as a dormer. Yeah. She pays less in taxes and repairs and shit than I do in rent. Lucky bitch.
The living room was decorated, big banner that said “LAST FLING FOR SARA”, balloons, confetti, I was already regretting that I’d volunteered to help clean up afterwards. Oh well. I put the cake in the fridge and saw that Becky had it stocked with Corona and Shiner Bock, and if you don’t live in a place you can get that I’m sorry for you. Also a bottle of no name vodka, a fifth of Makers Mark whiskey, one of Captain Morgan rum, and a bottle of La Gritona Reposado Tequila, along with mixers, and coke. I’m pretty sure there was some other stuff in there I missed. Becky isn’t an alcoholic, but she does like to drink. I like it too, but not as much as she does.
“We’ll have some pizza, some sushi, and a big veggie platter we’ll all ignore delivered soon.” Becky told me when I came out of the kitchen.
“Can you help me get the table moved in here so we can set it up for drinks? Oh, and a chocolate fountain! I rented one. It should be here any minute.”
Ruby showed up just before the chocolate fountain, and it’s a good thing because she’s an engineer and good fucking God you’d think a chocolate fountain would be simpler to put together but it isn’t.
Lois got there right after we powered it on and it was trying to get the chocolate flowing.
“OK, we’re going to have some time after she gets here to have a couple of drinks and throw confetti on her, then the entertainment arrives.”
“You hired strippers?” Ruby asked.
“Well… kinda. They definitely strip.” Becky did the evil little grin and eyebrow thing again.
“Are we going to just let her do this, or are we going to knock her down and sit on her until she tells us what’s going on?” Lois said, and cracked her knuckles.
“Wait wait wait! I’ll be good! Just let it happen K? I guarantee it’ll be fun and it’ll be better if its a surprise! Promise! 30 more minutes k? Just 30 minutes!”
We exchanged glances and Ruby said “Fine.”
Then the doorbell rang and Sara arrived and we dragged her in.
The thing about Becky is she’s a sort of retired slut. I don’t mean that as an insult, Becky describes herself that way. She just really likes fucking, I mean everyone does, but her more than a lot of people and she never really cared much about the guy she was going to bang. But she’s kinda retired from slutting and I never actually asked why.
Sara was two drinks in and had brought it up.
“So, what I don’t get is why you stopped dating.”
“I never dated,” Becky said primly. “I fucked. And I didn’t stop, I just got tired of disappointment. I’m totally down with a one night stand, but do you know how many guys you find on Hine who even TRY to make you cum for a one night stand? I want orgasms and its like you have to train guys. Or maybe its just the guys interested in one night stands. I’d be DTF a different dude every night, hell I was DTF a different dude every night. But only if I’m guaranteed an orgasm. Or three.”
Sara laughed. “See, I was right. Find a decent dude and he’ll get good at it. Max makes me cum at least once every time we fuck. And he’ll just eat me out sometimes because he likes it!” Sara took another slug of her margarita.
“Yeah yeah, you got lucky.” Ruby said. “Rub it in.”
Sara didn’t have a chance to reply before the doorbell rang.
It was the pizza, and right behind the chick delivering the pizza was the dude delivering the sushi.
I ate a few slices of unagi roll, and sipped my rum and Coke. Sara seemed to be diving straight for drunk, and Becky was drinking a lot but she wasn’t even tipsy yet.
We talked about the wedding, and the honeymoon, and the doorbell rang again.
“PARTY TIME!” Becky shouted, and lunged for the door.
Two tall, muscular, guys in suits were outside with a speaker. Both looked great, one was Black, the other was white. The Black guy had his head shaved, the white guy had a nice business looking haircut and was a blonde. No facial hair.
“Get in here!” Becky said and opened the door wide.
“OK ladies, this is Rock,” she gestured at the white guy, “and Brock,” she pointed at the Black guy. “And they are here to give us one hell of a good time!”
I guess male strippers have stupid sounding fake names too. But they looked so nice I wasn’t going to worry about their taste in pseudonyms.
Brock put the speaker on the coffee table and it started playing WAP and the show started.
You wouldn’t think it’d look really great seeing a guy strip out of a suit, but they made it work. They really made it work. They even made getting their suit coats off look hot. Mostly because they were undressing each other and who doesn’t like that?
Brock loosened Rock’s tie and undid the buttons on Rock’s shirt slowly. Both were gyrating, and even in their pants I liked Brock’s ass.
After the shirt was unbuttoned, Brock opened it up and licked Rock’s nipples and Sara squealed.
By the time they were down to their underwear, we were all panting. Rock had a black mesh banana hammock that showed he was getting hard and that he had a nice big dick, and Brock had a white mesh banana hammock with a bulge about the same size.
Becky was flushed, her eyes were wide and she kept shifting around a little. Sara wasn’t just flushed, she was red, and she was breathing hard. Ruby can’t flush, she’s Black and her skin is way too dark to show a flush, but I’m sure her face was hot, and she kept crossing and recrossing her legs. Lois had a red streak across her cheeks and nose, she was Korean and I think it stood out even more against her really pale almond skin than it did against Becky’s super pale redhead skin.
And me? I was soaking wet, I knew that much. And my face was hot. And I was breathing a little heavily. I felt like my clit was twitching every now and then, and my nipples were so hard it almost hurt.
They’d been showing each other off, caressing each other, showing us everything but their penis and asshole and I was horny as hell.
Rock was bigger, he had that bulky big muscle look. Nice broad shoulders, well defined pecs that made me want to bite them, a six pack, and biceps that might be bigger than my thighs. He wasn’t super cut, but he was big, muscely, and I wanted to lick every inch of his body.
Brock had the slimmer, more athletic, look. He was muscular but not big, he still had great looking pecs with nice nipples, and I was in love with his thighs. It was so easy to imagine how he’d feel thrusting with them.
Then Becky stood up and bent over in front of Rock. She was wearing a short white skirt and an emerald green blouse. Rock flipped up her skirt, grabbed her hips, and started grinding on her.
Brock danced over to Sara. “Like what you see?”
Sara was drunk, not blotto, but a bit past tipsy. She grabbed Brock’s ass with one hand and stroked his erection through his tiny little thong with her other.
Ruby, Lois, and I all said “ooooooohhhhhh!!!” and giggled when we realized we’d said it together.
Brock reached down, and Sara let go, looking a bit guilty, like she’d overstepped a boundary. That’s the rule right? Everyone knows: you don’t touch the stripper. But before she could say anything, Brock flipped his little thong down and his cock popped out.
He was uncut, and hairless, I’m no good at judging length, but maybe a bit bigger than average? Not huge. His balls were hairless too, and I licked my lips. I love balls. I wanted to get my nose in there, lick them and smell his musk while I did.
Brock gently took Sara’s hand and put it back on his erection, and Sara giggled and looked relieved, and also very horny.
“Ladies,” Becky said. “I have a small announcement.” She’d lost her skirt while we were distracted, her blouse was open, she was wearing a matching jade green thong and bra.
“There aren’t any limits.” She knelt in front of Rock and had him in her mouth before I could even see if he was circumcised or not. He had a little hair, nicely trimmed, and Becky did an impressive job, she kept lowering and lowering her head until her nose was burried in the short hair around the base of his cock and there wasn’t any more to put down her throat. Then she leaned back and slowly stroked Rock, he was circumcised I saw. “No limits at all. These fine gentlemen are here for our pleasure. I think Sara needs more love Rock.”
Becky let him go and Rock joined Brock by Sara. We’d all moved back to give them space.
Brock helped her to her feet, she kept pumping her hand up and down on his dick, and he slowly reached for her face and stroked her cheek. Rock ran his hand down her back, stopping chastely before he got to her ass.
“Go on Sara! Last chance before you tie the knot!” Ruth shouted.
Sara put Brock’s hand on her breast, and wriggled a little to let Rock’s hand slide down and cup her ass.
Sara was wearing yoga pants and a strappy sky blue top, she was small enough she didn’t usually wear a bra and she hadn’t today.
“Take my top off.”
Brock obeyed, pulling it up and over her head. She pulled his head down to her chest, and he sucked on one of her nipples making her gasp, then groan.
“Pants too!” Rock pulled them down taking her panties with them, and Sara stepped out when he pulled them past her ankles leaving her completely naked.
Not nude, naked. We’d all seen each other without any clothes on before, at the gym, or changing, or whatever. But I’d never seen any of the others NAKED. Not just undressed but undressed because she was horny and she about to fuck someone.
Brock knelt between her legs pushed his face up against her crotch. We couldn’t see but I assume he started licking because Sara shuddered and moaned a little. Rock took his place on her tits, his mouth on one nipple, his fingers on the other. After a little bit, Rock stood up and they picked Sara up and carried her to the couch.
Sara didn’t wast any time, she had her legs open, her knees up by her shoulders, before they could say or do anything. “Right here!” she said, and pulled Rock back to her crotch and this time we could see him licking and sucking on her. Sara wasn’t shaved, but she was trimmed, and Rock didn’t seem to mind the hair at all. He was holding her open with one hand and he was alternating between focusing on her clit and licking from her asshole up to her clit.
Brock kept up the work on her top, sucking, licking, and nibbling her breasts and nipples, kissing her, nibbling her neck and ear, stroking her sides and thighs.
Sara has hair that you’d call auburn if you liked her and mousy brown if you didn’t. Her pubes were darker than that, but not black. Rock was clearly very good at cunnilingus, and Sara was clearly very horny and on the edge. She came in just a few moments, her toes curled, her thighs clamped around Rock’s ears holding him in place while her hips bucked to keep her clit rubbing against his lips and tongue. And she shouted. Not screaming, but she was loud. “OH SWEET JESUS!”
When it was over, I noticed that Rock and Brock had somehow shed their thongs while they worked on Sara, professionalism at work!
I couldn’t help it, I was behind Brock, and his ass was so fine. I grabbed it and it was like grabbing steel covered in perfectly smooth, hot, skin. I’d never been with a man who had muscles so well defined and strong.
Then I was between his cheeks, and my tongue was on his asshole while I fondled his balls. “Mmmm… You can do that all night,” he said. The only flaw with Brock was that had a nice tenor voice not a deep baritone. But that was a very minor flaw and I was completely willing to overlook it as long as I could keep my tongue working on his butthole.
“OH my God Becky, look at her eat his butt!” Ruth said in a white valley girl voice, then cracked up.
“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it!” I said, then went back to rimming Brock.
After a while I sat back, and he gave me a kiss. I like it when guys don’t act weird about kissing you when you’ve been licking them and sucking on them and letting them cum down your throat. Lois got on her knees and started sucking Brock while he kissed me.
Sara was at the end of the couch and Becky had taken her place on her back with legs spread wide. Rock was fucking her hard, and he was using his fingers on her clit. Becky had a landing strip, only a little bit darker than the blazing red hair on her head. She came right after Brock took his tongue out of my mouth. I’d always thought Becky would be a screamer, you know? But she came quietly, soft moans and a surprisingly deep groan at the end before she flopped back and gave Sara a lazy thumbs up.
“I tested him out for you Sara, he’s worth it!”
We all laughed, but Sara shoved Becky off the couch and took her place back.
We all gathered to watch the star of our party get fucked. We were a little drunk, OK Sara was pretty drunk. Lois and Ruth had lost their clothes and I slipped out of mine while Rock pushed slowly, slowly, into Sara. I loved how her furry lips wrapped around his cock, how stretched and full she looked, and how she was groaning in lust and frustration as he kept sinking in sooooo slooooowwwww….
But eventually he bottomed out, and started thrusting normally.
“Harder!” Sara gasped. Then after he’d been going hard, “harder!”
“OH YEAH!” Sara didn’t cum, but something happened that made her quiver. “Choke me!”
Rock put his hands around her neck and squeezed really lightly. “Don’t be a fucking sissy,” Sara said. “Fucking choke me for real, pound me as hard as you can, and don’t you dare let go until I’m done cumming!”
Brock’s hand was where Rock and Sara were joined, his large, masculine, fingers delicate on her clit.
“Come onnnnnnnnnnn-” Sara’s demand trailed off in a strangled croak as Rock tightened his hands. He fucked her hard, his thighs slapping against hers, his balls smacking into her ass. The room smelled like sex, pussy, sweat, and that wonderful smell guys have all mixed up together. The sound was wet, meaty, and so dirty and filthy that I almost came just from hearing it.
Sara was bucking her hips up to meet his thrusts and her face was red from lack of air. Then redder. She was making little half noises between gurgles and gasps at the tiny bit of air she was getting. But Rock kept his hands around her neck, and kept fucking so hard I thought she’d break.
Her face actually had a faint little blue tinge by the time she finally came.
I have never seen anyone cum that hard. I didn’t know it was possible for anyone to cum that hard. She squirted and from my angle I could see her cum spurt out around Rock’s cock and soak into Becky’s sofa. She thrashed, the noises she managed to make despite Rock’s hands clamped down on her throat made me sure that if he hadn’t been choking her out she’d have been screaming so loud the neighbors would call the police.
And it went on, and on. I didn’t know anyone could cum that long either! Her eyes actually rolled up into her head, and she still kept cumming.
Until finally, her face definitely bluer than when she’d started cumming, she stopped. Her entire body went limp and Rock let go of her neck, and pumped slowly and gently in and out.
Sara gasped for breath, wheezing and coughing.
“Oh sweet baby Jesus. Oh fuck. Oh goddamn. Oh shit. Fuck me.” I don’t think Sara was even trying to say anything, the words just spilled out, ever so slightly horse, in between her deep wheezing breaths.
Finally she was breathing normally again, and so limp I thought she might have passed out, but she had a huge grin on her face and raised her hand in a thumbs up.
“Best. Friend. Ever.”
So, yeah. That’s how it started.
It was a real bonding experience. We’d talked about sex before, of course, but Sara had never said she was into being choked, and I’d never talked about how much I like eating a guy’s ass. Everyone knew I liked sucking dick, but not the ass thing. We learned that Lois is really into anal, and Ruby likes being spit roasted. And Becky is surprisingly vanilla for the supposed slut of the group.
We did a lot that night.
But then it was over. I helped clean up the next day.
Then a few days later Sara got married and we wore the ugly bridesmaid dresses she picked out. And most of us thought that was that. We’d gotten closer, learned stuff about each other and all that other girlfriend shit, but that was the end, right?
Weeellllll……
No.
See, the thing is, Becky is right. If there’s a guaranteed orgasm or three in the deal we were all DTF random guys.
Pros like Brock and Rock cost a lot, but if we all chip in it’s not too much.
So we made it a monthly thing. Not always Brock and Rock, they’re great but a girl wants some variety right? We hire them about every other time though, because they really are damn good.
At first Sara didn’t join in. She was all “oh but I’m married, monogamy and Leave it to Beaver and white picket fences” or whatever.
But I guess she and Max have a good relationship. She talked to him and he said that as long as he got equal rights to hire a girl every month he was fine with it. They send each other videos of their adventures with little heart emojis which I think is just sickeningly cute but it works for them.
Sara says it’s not cucking it’s candaulism, which I had to look up. Cucking is all about a humiliation kink. But candaulism means thinking its really hot to see your partner getting down with someone else because you think they’re so fucking hot you want other people to know it too, no humiliation involved.
It’s really broadened my horizons, Lois talked me into letting Rock fuck my ass and she’s right, it’s amazing! And I learned how to deep throat from Becky using Brock as my test subject.
We went from thinking Becky was the slut of the group to thinking she’s the prude, but she’s broadening her horizons too. She says she’ll try anal the next time we have Brock over.
Tonight we’re having a couple of new guys though.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1222umi/it_started_with_a_bachelorette_party_mmfffff