Message-ID: <11964eli$9806072241@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: terri_madison@hotmail.com Subject: Vickie and Jeremy Bachelor Party (mmmmmmmf, slut, fun) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980607164055.26455.qmail@nsm.htp.org> Vickie and Jeremy almost didn't get married. They had a big argument about a week before the wedding. See, Jeremy's friends wanted to take him to a strip club for a bachelor party. Typical guy stuff, ya know. Vickie wouldn't hear of it. She said the last thing she needed was for her man to run off with some stripper. Poor Jeremy was caught in the middle. If he dissed his friends, he would be violating a major tradition and it would be a real stab in the back to his friends. If he didn't heed Vickie, then that meant that chasing skirts with a bunch of loud obnoxious guys obviously meant more to him than his wife-to-be, in which case she might become his wife-not-to-be. I came home to find Vickie in tears, frustrated about not being able to come up with a compromise. Making us both some tea, I listened as my friend recounted the whole story. "...and so I just don't know what to do!" she finished. I had an idea. "Why not just let them have their party here?" "That won't work. They HAVE to have a stripper. It's TRADITION." Vickie icily put a very sarcastic tone on the last word. "Well," I slyly said, "who says there won't be a stripper?" Vickie looked at me, not understanding. "Maybe even one you know you can trust your man to?" My eyes twinkled as understanding dawned on Vickie's face. "YOU??? No." "Why not? You know Jeremy won't 'run off' with me!" "Oh I know that. I trust the two of you implicitly. But it's not just Jeremy. It's all those other guys." "Afraid I'll run off with one of them??" I joked. "No...it's just....they're rude....they're dirty minded.....they're....." "...my kinda men!" I finished. "How many are we talking about?" Vickie counted in her head. "Seven....maybe eight." My cunt was already juicy at the thought of eight hard cocks, and sixteen hands, all pleasuring me. With a straight face I said, "I'm sure I can endure an evening entertaining them. Unless you have a better idea?" Vickie didn't. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- A few hours before the party, Vickie was grilling me. "Are you sure you feel comfortable with this? Will you be safe with all these guys?" I assured her I would. "I'll lay out the rules at the beginning. Besides I know Jeremy wouldn't let anyone hurt me." A look--maybe jealousy?--shot across Vickie's face for just a second. I reassured her. "I love Jeremy--as a friend. Same way I love you." "I know, dear." Vickie also had a night planned with her friends, and so she went on her way, leaving me to prepare for the party. I showered, shaving my legs and my pussy in preparation. Then for dress, I selected a red lace bra with matching panties. Over that, I pulled on my tight daisy dukes and put on a blue button down shirt. The idea was that I would undo the buttons as the night progressed. I left the top two buttons undone. Finally, I decided against heels or boots and went barefoot. I've been told in the past that I have sexy feet. That taken care of, I waited for the guests. A knock at the door, and the first of the guests arrived. It was Ty, one of Jeremy's friends whom I had met before in passing. He was about 6'2", black and very muscular. As I showed him in, his appreciative eye swept over me more than once. I offered to get him a beer, and headed to the kitchen for it, idly wondering to myself if certain legends of urban folklore were true. And having no doubt that I would find out soon enough. Five minutes later, three more of his friends showed up together. We all sat around making small talk. They asked me how I was acquainted with Jeremy. I explained that his fiance was my roommate. "It's just kind of funny," one of the guys, Jeff, said. "Usually girls don't host bachelor parties." "Well, this is a different kind of bachelor party," I responded in my best innocent, little girl voice. Just then, Jeremy and two more friends showed up. I was glad to see him. The guys had not made any moves on me, but I felt better knowing that Jeremy was there. I got up and met him halfway into the room, kissing him full on the lips to the appreciative whistles of his friends. Jeff followed this up with a remark, "Now Jer, is this your wife or your girlfriend?" I blushed at that, surrounded by good natured laughter from the guys. Now that everyone was here, I set to work feeding them all. I had cleared off the coffee table in the living room and began bringing the food in as they sat in there. Each time I walked back to the kitchen, I could feel their eyes on my ass. And I loved the attention, though I was a little nervous. Contrary to what Vickie had told me, I thought on the whole these men were actually very polite. Jeff was the troublemaker of the group, that was already becoming obvious. I had already undone a few buttons on my blouse, resulting in a view of some pretty remarkable cleavage. On one of my trips to the living room, Jeff dropped a napkin on the floor in front of him--obviously not by accident. "Terri? Could you pick that up for me?" I think I was blushing a little. Jeremy started to warn Jeff, but.... "Oh, that's OK, I don't mind at all...." in my innocent little girl voice again. Slowly bending down to get the napkin, and treating Jeff and his friends to an eyeful of cleavage. "I'm here to serve you, remember?" Then giving him the napkin back and turning back to the kitchen, with seven pairs of eyes monitoring the shake of my ass. Once safely back in the kitchen, I downed a glass of wine in one shot. I could hardly believe I had been so bold in there, in front of so many men! As I prepared snacks for the guys, this vision kept popping into my head--me walking back in there and finding seven napkins "accidentally" dropped on the floor. For the next half hour, I would suddenly start laughing seemingly for no reason when thinking of this. Surprisingly, there were very few other dropped napkins and forks for the rest of the meal. The guys were finishing their food up, so I was busying myself in getting rid of the plates and leftovers. Jeff was very eager to help me, probably so he could be at close quarters with me in the small kitchen. We had to squeeze by each other a few times, and his crotch rubbed up against my ass more than once, "accidentally". Everything was finally put away, then he turned to go back to the others. I couldn't resist. I took a little bit of nacho cheese dip and daubed it on my thigh. "I accidentally spilled some dip, can you help me clean it up?" Jeff was only too willing to oblige, kneeling down to lick my thigh clean. He wanted to go further, but I told him "Later...." I could hardly believe my boldness. A few minutes we were all in the living room. There were no seats so I just sat on the coffee table. Time to break the ice. "So...ummm Jeremy. I heard Vickie hit the roof when the guys wanted to get a stripper for you. Too bad. It could have been a lot of fun." Undoing another button on the blouse as the guys watched. "I sure wish I could help you out, but I don't know a thing about stripping...." I moved over and sat on Jeremy's lap. The little girl voice, at its best. "...and I just don't have the looks or the body for it....." "Bullshit!" Ty boomed. "You're better looking than any stripper we've ever gone to watch dance in some club." "Take it off!" Jeff, ever the troublemaker, chimed in. A few of the other guys echoed the sentiment. "Hmmmm I don't know. I could never expose myself indecently..." I murmured in my sweet as honey version of the innocent girl voice. "What would people think??" Just about everyone heartily chimed in that they'd never tell. Then looking at Jeremy, "These friends of yours want me to strip for them, Jeremy....what kind of friends do you have?" "Horny friends!" Jeff quipped loudly. The other guys agreed. Looking at Jeremy with innocent puppydog eyes, I said softly, "What do you think I should do? Should I take off my clothes for your friends?" I softly rubbed my ass against his rigid cock. "Ahhhh...it's your choice...." Jeremy told me. "No, honey....it's your party, " I cooed. "I just want to be a good little hostess for you....." Then I had another idea. Getting off Jeremy's lap, I stood on the coffee table. "I could never strip....but maybe we could do something different. Like have a little auction...." I had their full attention. "I'll start by auctioning this blouse. The bidding starts at five dollars...." The men went nuts going for their wallets. Their billfolds were filled with money, having originally planned on going to a strip club. One of the more quiet guys, Greg, bid the highest at fourteen dollars. "Jeremy sweetie, " I murmured, "since you're the guest of honor, you get to DO the honors. Come up here please...." Jeremy got up and helped me unbutton my blouse. I slipped out of it and tossed it to the winning bidder, then spun around in a slow circle, showing off my 36D tits barely contained in my red lace bra. The room erupted in catcalls and wolf whistles. Ty stood up with 20 dollars in his hand. "Yo! I wanna bid this on that bra right now!" "Down, boy!" I teased him. "Bra's not for sale....at least, not yet..." Continuing, I retrieved my lipstick from my pocket, "Next item for sale is lipstick." I lost them momentarily on that one. "Oh. Let me demonstrate." Taking the lipstick, I applied it to my lips as the guys watched. Then, with my bright red lips, leaned down and kissed Jeremy full on the mouth. His tongue duelled with mine momentarily, then I broke off the kiss. Standing back up and catching my breath, I announced, "Lipstick." Then I went back to reapplying the lipstick. Meanwhile, the men, who now clearly got the idea, were madly bidding. Jeff outbid everyone with a bid of 45 dollars! Jeff stepped up to claim his prize, offering me the folded bills--two 20's and a 5. I stopped him. "Now honey, is that the way you'd give me the money if I were one of your little strippers?" Sheepishly he took the money and stuffed it carefully into my bra. I fully expected him to grope my tits, but it was really just the opposite as he tried to do it with as little contact as possible. Seemed that Jeff was really a little shy under that troublemaker facade! Now that he'd paid up, it was time for his kiss. Leaning down I embraced him and my lips found his for a very passionate kiss. He was actually a very good kisser, knowing just what to do with his tongue. He also slid his hands down to my hips and started caressing, his hands gradually roving until he was squeezing my ass while we kissed. We stayed like that for nearly a minute amid all the hoots and hollers, then at last broke off. Standing on the coffee table, I put my finger to my lips for quiet. Then, switching back to the famous innocent girl voice, "These shorts are really tight. I think I'll sell them too. Do I hear five dollars?" I did. The bidding got to 15 dollars and then I silenced them again. "Oh, I should mention that I am wearing panties under here." A mutual groan of mock disappointment, then the bidding continued in earnest. Eric won this one with 32 dollars. I let him come up to claim his prize. When he stuffed the money in my bra, he was not shy at all and actually gave my tit a good squeeze, then turned to his task. The guys teased him as he fumbled a little with the snap of my shorts, then cheered loudly as he got them undone and slowly pulled the shorts down to reveal my fire engine-red panties. I stepped out of them for him, then he leaned over and planted a big wet kiss on my thigh. "Hey, you didn't pay for that..." I teased him. Grinning, he went in his wallet and got out another five, stuffing it in my other D cup (and of course copping another feel). That over with, I slowly spun around 360 degrees for the guys' inspection. The panties were partially see thru, and if you looked closely you would be able to plainly see that my pussy was shaven bare, as well as being sopping wet at this point. In the back, the material of the panties was sandwiched between my asscheeks like dental floss, showing off my firm bottom. "Hmmmm wonder what we should sell next?" Chaos reigned for a few seconds as different suggestions were yelled out. I clearly remember having heard "lapdance" and "handjob" among the suggestions. Jeremy had another idea though. Picking me up, he laid me down on the coffee table, on my back, then went to the kitchen. I wondered what he was up to??? He came back from the kitchen with a small scoop of ice cream. Walking up to me, he deposited it on my belly button. "Next item for sale, " he announced, "is dessert!" The bidding began as the ice cream started to melt. Greg bid the highest this time, with 70 dollars!! As he stepped up to claim his prize, I saw Jeremy saying something to Ty and Jeff out of the corner of my eye. Both of them then took up positions at my head and feet, respectively. I was a little puzzled about what was going on. Greg knelt beside me and boldly tucked the money into my panties. Ty then grabbed my arms and at the same time Jeff grabbed my ankles. "Terri's a little ticklish in spots, so these two are going to have to restrain her..." Jeremy announced. The bastard! Exploiting me like that....I tried to get free but the hands holding me were very strong, and I succeeded only in the scoop of ice cream flying off me, and onto poor Greg's shirt! I apologized, then suggested he just take his shirt off. He obliged. Then he went down on my belly with his tongue. First he licked all the ice cream away that had melted and ran down my sides. Then he zeroed in on my belly button, mercilessly assaulting it with his tongue. Jeremy was right, I was VERY ticklish there. I thrashed wildly but to no avail. Two strong guys were holding my hands and feet, plus Greg had a hand on my crotch and one just below my tits to hold me down. As the tongue onslaught continued, his hand wandered a bit, ending up lightly cupping my breast. The other was lightly rubbing my cunt thru the material of my panties. Jeff had also begun nibbling on my feet--another ticklish area which I'm sure Jeremy had tipped him off to. This unbearable torture went on for nearly fifteen minutes. After the guys let me go, I just lay there panting and catching my breath for a bit. Ty brought me another glass of wine. Sitting up, I joked, "Trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" A chorus of "Hell yes!" to that one. I grinned. "OK, " downing the wine with one gulp, "where were we?" "You were just about to take your bra off!" Jeff provided helpfully. I laughed again. Standing up again on the coffee table, I asked them, "Should I take it off?" Seven hollers in the affirmative. The guys went wild as I reached back for the clasps. My hands stopped a little short of them. Then, putting on the oft-used innocent voice, "Oh. I can't seem to reach it. Does anyone want to help me?" EVERYONE wanted to help me. "Let's make this interesting. Whoever guesses the bra size correctly gets to take it off me. We'll start over here. You be quiet, Jeremy, you already know what size they are," I added. This resulted in some teasing him about how he knew THAT. Jeremy just grinned and kept his mouth shut. The guessing started with Jeff, who guessed 34C. Wrong. Then Paul, who stood up and proudly announced "46DD". "Honey, " I told him sweetly, "a little advice. If you ever decide to buy your girl friend something special from Victoria's Secret....buy her a gift certificate instead. Sit down." I added with a wink. Greg slapped him in the back of the head as he sat back down. "Ty....your turn...." Ty stood up, but didn't say anything. Could this huge hunk of a man be shy about this? "It's OK, " I assured him with a wink, "we're all friends here." "Oh, no, it's not that. It's just that I can't really determine the size by just looking. I need to squeeze them to know for sure..." Looking at Ty's huge hands, I consented. It's not every day that I find a pair of hands that can contain my pair of jugs. As Ty stepped up to me and put his big hands on my tits, fondling and caressing them, Paul and Jeff were protesting that they didn't know groping was allowed, and they should therefore get another guess. Ty's hands were surprisingly gentle, considering he looked big and strong enough to rip me in two...or other things. He thoughtfully squeezed my tits a few more times, then correctly guessed, 36D. "We have a winner," I said softly, wrapping my legs around his waist, putting my arms around his neck, and kissing him. As we kissed, he worked on the clasps for my bra. It took him a while, as the clasps were made for a woman's tiny fingers, and not huge hands like his. All the while our tongues duelled as I clung tightly to him. At last, the bra was undone. Disentangling myself from him, I stood before Ty and stuffed the bra in his jeans pocket, then gave his hard cock a few squeezes thru the material of his pocket. Then I kissed him again, this time lightly, and jumped back up on the table and pirouetted for all to enjoy. My 36D tits are my proudest feature. I keep myself in good shape, and there's not a bit of sagging. Now, I proudly showed off these treasures to the very appreciative guys. As I surveyed the room, I saw that every man had a bulge in his pants. Time to do something about that. Every eye in the room was on me. More specifically, on my boobs. I was basking in the excitement of all the attention. "Next item for auction.....lipstick." The guys groaned as I picked up my lipstick again. "Hey we already did that!" Jeff protested. "I don't think you understand....let me demonstrate...." I applied more lipstick. Then, kneeling in front of Jeremy, I unzipped his fly, setting his hard, 8 inch cock free. Hungrily I took it into my mouth, while stroking the bottom part of his shaft in my hand. I moved to the side so every man there would have an unobstructed view of my lips wrapped around Jeremy's thick cock. The rest of them were squirming as I made quick work of Jeremy. In no time at all, that lovely piece of meat was throbbing and dear Jeremy was filling my mouth with his hot creamy cum. I kept it in my mouth, turning and opening my mouth to show all the guys my mouthfull of jism, then swallowed. Then, explained again, "Lipstick," applying yet more of the stuff to my lips. The lipstick was a shade of red which matched my panties. The men went wild. This time the bidding went all the way to two hundred dollars! With Ty offering the winning bid. "OK," I murmured while getting to my knees in front of this huge black man. "The rest of you, take your cocks out and stroke them for Terri...." Ty stuffed the 200 dollars in my panties. As I worked on pulling his jeans down, I pondered whether or not this made me a whore. I decided I didn't care when I saw his huge cock. I guess what they say is true. Ty was nearly a foot long. There was no way I could get that monster all the way in my mouth, but I had fun trying. My pussy was soaked by now. I had to have this up my cunt--there was no question about it! One of my hands slid down, under my panties, fingering my cunt as I slurped away at this delicious black treat. Then stopping to lick his huge balls, one at a time, while stroking his shaft in one hand and frigging myself with the other. Then, I just couldn't take any more. Getting up, I led Ty to the coffee table. Removing my panties, I flung them across the room then got up on the coffee table on hands and knees. "Put that nice big cock in my wet cunt," I begged Ty. He quickly obliged, stuffing me up to the hilt with that gorgeous dick. "Jeff, hon, bring your cock here...." I wanted one in my mouth as well. I took Jeff into my mouth as the big black cock continued ravishing my hot fuck hole. Waves of pleasure wracked my body as I orgasmed from the terrific fucking Ty was giving me. I was vaguely aware of the men getting up, undressing and forming two lines, one to fuck my cunt, the other to fuck my mouth. Out of necessity I flipped over on my back so that I could service two more men at a time with my hands. Beyond that everything became somewhat of a blur. I lost track of how many orgasms I had, and how many loads of cum filled my pussy and mouth. I do remember that Jeremy abstained, sitting on the couch stroking his beautiful cock while watching me get gang banged by his friends. I was in a kind of dream state, when I realized that my cunt and mouth were no longer being fucked. Opening my eyes, I realized that I was still on my back, on the coffee table, and all seven of the guys were standing over me jacking off. "This is our way of saying thanks for tonight," Greg explained. "Oh?" I said, the innocent voice gone. "Let me give you a little inspiration." With that I reached down and began fingering my cum-filled pussy. Moaning softly, I told them, "I want you all to cum. I want your cum dripping from my body...." Almost in succession, the seven cocks began cumming. I felt hot jism squirting on my face, my hair, over my tits and belly, cunt and thighs. Screaming as I had another orgasm. The throbbing cocks were still spurting their juices. Finally they were done, and I had each of them present their semi-hard, dripping cocks to me so I could clean them off with my mouth. Someone, Jeremy, I think, took pictures as each guy had his turn. Each of the guys then thanked me, kissed me anywhere they could find where there was no jizz (which was not easy), and said good night. Soon only Jeremy was left. I laid there too weak and exhausted to move, drenched with jism from seven different men. Finally I sat up. Jeremy helped me stand, and I made my way to the bathroom. Looking in the vanity, I hardly recognized the slut who stared back at me, drenched from head to toe in cum. Wiping a bit of the white stuff from my chin with my finger, I stuck it in my mouth for a taste. Then began running a shower for myself. As soon as I had gotten myself soaped up well, the shower curtain was pulled aside and Jeremy stepped into the shower with me. He was naked and his cock was at attention again. Eyeing him demurely, I reminded him, "Vickie--" He interrupted. "--said I could have you tonight. As long as it wasn't in front of the guys." And with that, we embraced in the shower and began the hottest fuck session of the evening, which we soon moved to my bedroom and continued until morning. And as for the money? I had a philosophical debate with myself, about whether or not it made me a whore. In the end, I used it to pay for Vickie and Jeremy's honeymoon. 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