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Bachelorette Party
by Merton deFoucald (apophatic@hotmail.com)
***
A mature lady attends her Niece's bawdy bachelorette
party with her fellow south Texas and hoops it up big
time when she recognizes the stripper as a collage
friend of her son. (MF, exh, oral, mast, alcohol)
***
It had been, what, a decade, oh my gosh, two decades!
Since I'd been to any type of Bachelorette Party. My
niece Dawn, was getting married to some hunk from a
neighboring town, not far from where I grew up. The food
was great, true south Texas style, spicy and meaty (just
like our South Texas men!).
The drinks flowed liberally, just like our Rio Grande,
now Tequila, now Dos X's. All the senoritas (and
senoras, like me) were well lubed (and, soon to be,
lubricated).
We had wacked a piñata, shaped as a giant pink penis,
for several minutes, using a huge double-dildo, everyone
laughing and giggling (and secretly wanting to suck
it!), 'til, of a sudden, my sister-in-law, Suzie, broke
it open!
Out came all types of sexual novelties which men usually
obtain in restrooms, for 3 quarters in a vending
machine: wrapped condoms, some lubricated, some ribbed,
some as French ticklers! Little plastic cylinders, which
broke open at the middle, held zodiac readings, little
playing cards with naked men, small packets with various
lubricants and creams to make a dick last longer, and
some little red pills which were claimed to be
aphrodisiacs. What a party this was turning out to be!
In the middle of all this frivolity, few others noticed,
but I did, immediately, that a stripper had arrived with
his bouncer (who was as gorgeous and as buff as the
stripper!).
The reason I took notice is that the hunk who was about
to strip for our horny gathering was a kid I had seen in
my son's college dorm room one night a couple of years
ago. I was quite sure he didn't remember me from Eve's
cat as he caught me staring and, when our eyes met,
there was no recognition whatsoever on his part.
My pussy started tingling in anticipation, then and
there!
Soon enough, all eyes were on the door. The bouncer had
a small boom box and did not hesitate to crank it up,
playing Vanity 6's "Nasty Girl, if you're not scared
take it out and I'll do it like a real live nasty girl
should!" -and- "I'm looking for a man who'll do it
anywhere, even on a limousine floor."
The "stripper" came in, dressed in a black tuxedo, only
momentarily. By the time Sheena Easton was seductively
crooning, "Won't you come inside these Sugar Walls?"
Bo, the stripper du jour, was already both shirtless and
pantiless, gyrating his hips in form-fitting, jockey
shorts (fruit-of-the loom), crimson red. As Bo made his
way around the table, much like a bank boardroom table,
with 20+ chairs, he'd make eye-contact with each horny
broad. He arrived, right in front of me, eye to crotch
level, just as the Divynls sang, "When I think about
you, I touch myself. I touch myself."
As if urged on by the lyrics, Bo brought his right hand
down and "touch himself", ever so slightly, but his
meaning was clear as, when raising his hand off his
crotch, he'd mimic that mind-fucking hand-motion: as if
he was jerking-off, his right hand furiously imitating
what was clearly a beating-off motion while his left
hand pretended to caress his balls.
He moved on and, by the time he made his way around the
table back to me, he'd worked up a nasty sweat to Jody
Watley's "Love Injection" and Donna Summer's "Love to
Love You, Baby". He did the most seductive fake orgasm
to a Toni Braxton set, with her moaning in the
background. There, Bo stood in front of me, crotch to
nose.
My pussy was moist and aching. My pussy was actually in
pain, hurting, as if I'd given it too many push-ups or
pull-ups at phys-ed! Rita Coolidge began singing: "Let
it out. Let it all begin. Owe it to the wind." or was
that "Blow it to the wind"? and as Bo made his way round
the table to: "Do that to me one more time, I can never
get enough of a man like you." all the girls, aged 18 to
40, seemed to meld into one age-group, all horny,
unsatisfied, longing for the perfect fantasy to be
fulfilled and, with it, their vaginas.
A few girls actually had their hands inside their pants,
subtly so. Chris Isaac sang: "It's those wicked games
you play, that make me feel this way." And what way was
that? Bo, for his part, was sporting a world-class
erection, neatly outlined in his fruit-of-the looms
(what a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way -
-I thought, my pussy longing for some clitoral
strokin').
Obliviously to me or any of the other girls, Bo danced,
his hands now brushing his penis through his jockeys,
now twitching his nipples, similarly hard.
By this time, I had furtively sneaked my own hand in my
drawers and, parting my love-lips, finding my love-knob,
began flicking myself, occasionally letting my index
finger penetrate my swollen lips: "Ooh you're making me
high!", Toni Braxton hissed, between moans: "Do it again
and then again and then again! You know you're makin' me
high!"
Bo made his way back 'round, "That's the way love goes!"
sang Janet.
Whether he recognized me or not: "That's the way love
goes", my eyes met his, my lust felt his, "You'll be so
happy that you came. Oooh, I want to take you there.
That's the way love goes!" sang Michael's little sister.
Still, I was in the company of mostly younger broads,
for, like a moth to the flame burned by the fire, I'd
been there before. Time, now, for someone else's school
of hard knocks. Somebody else's school of hards!
At this point, some of the younger girls were singing:
"Come to the body that loves you!" with Janet and,
"These are the hands that'll touch you!" and Bo, well,
he was beginning to melt. There was no resistance when
my niece's maid of honor snagged his fruit-o'-the-looms
with her right index finger and, persistenly, tugged
and, tugged some more, downward -- exposing Bo, for the
first time, his hard-on, his excitement, his
frustration.
Just as quickly, though, his member was safe inside his
thong. This situation was obviously new to him. Not that
he was suffering!
Just as quickly as he arrived at my spot on the table,
he was off again. By this time, my female counterparts
were horny enough to start taking "matters" in their own
hands.
To Janet's "Throb" and "Here we go now", my niece's
friends began removing their tops, exposing nubile
breasts, from A cups to D cups, some pointy and banana
shaped, others with puffy nipples and large brown
areolas, all of them in an obvious effort to engage
their own fantasies at the expense of poor Bo. He didn't
know whether to jack-off or suck this nipple, now that!
For my part, I'd often fantasized about Bo. Large Bi-
ceps. Beautiful face. Buff in every manner. Seductive
with his smile. "Love races to your private spots." If
only Sheena knew. "Come spend the night inside my Sugar
Walls."
"Let me take you somewhere you've never been."
"Come spend the night inside my Sugar Walls."
"I can tell you want me. It's impossible to hide. Your
body's on fire. Isn't it? Come inside."
Then Tia sang, "When I was a young girl, to play was my
entire world." and "Come, play and ride upon my slip 'n
side!"
"I took the hose and put it in. That's when the pumpin'
would begin!"
That's when Bo made his round to me: "Don't you feel
this pressure build? I won't stop until I'm filled!"
Just then, the lights went out. The music stopped. The
bouncer announced:
"The party's over!"
Twenty or more girls let out a spontaneous moan. The
Maid-of-Honor had Bo off to the side in earnest
conversation. Within moments, Bo was on the stage, the
girls were whistling and moaning in their sexiest, most
seductive Donna Summers voice as he Divynl's "I Touch
Myself" began to play. The board table began to
reverberate with the pounding of female fists to the
chorus:
"I'll get down on my knees, I'll do ANYTHING for you!"
and "I want you. I don't want anybody else. And when I
think about you, oooh, ooooh, I touch myself. I touch
myself!".
Gosh. By this time, I thought of all the times I'd seen
Bo, going and coming. All the times I'd fantasized about
him penetrating my pussy with tongue and dick as my
husband fucked me out of my brain.
Of a sudden, as if enjoying a flash of recognition, Bo
smiled, looked into my eyes and, I know, thought: "I
know YOU!" and, as if that were enough for him and for
me and for all the chicks in the room and around the
table, he gained the courage to "pull it out" so I could
do it like a "real live nasty girl should!".
I pulled those fruit of the looms down and Bo stepped
out of them. His erection almost stuck up straight
against his belly! The girls in the room and around the
table let out a collective scream of approval and
started chanting, "Shoop! Shoop-a-doop! Shoop-a-doop a-
doop a doop!"
Bo looked at me and said, "I'm gonna shoop Baby!" You
give me nice dreams. You make me do what you wanna do.
Bo stood there, penis glistening with pre-come, his eyes
fixed on mine. What in the world possessed me then? I
don't know, but I tore off my blouse and bra and hung
those 36D's in front of Bo, clinching them together and
inviting him to the titty-fuck of his young life.
Bo looked at me, the gals sang, "You make me do what I
wanta do when you do..." I reached out and grabbed that
young penis in my hand as Meg Ryan screamed, "Oh god!
Yes! Yes!" on someone's audio system (from Sally Met
Harry).
Oblivious to anyone else in the room, this was my
moment, I grabbed Bo's dick and pumped it. His uncut,
uncircumcised foreskin slid over his big purple glans,
his prick-head glistening with pre-come and my saliva. I
moved my hands forcefully and still, so gently, along
his swollen member. His breaths became short and
interrupted. I didn't know who might explode first. I
longed to taste his jism, his warm come in my mouth. I
longed, too, to watch it spurt, gobs of semen on my
tits, on his hands, in his pubes.
Suddenly, we both snapped back in awareness. We weren't
alone but were surrounded by twenty or more horny chicks
and one bouncer who was as attractive as the dancer,
dutifully attending to the music from the tape deck. As
he motioned to the crowd, that familiar knife across the
neck signal: it's over, the girls around the table let
out a collective moan.
True professionals that they were, the dancer and the
bouncer made as if to get dressed.
My cousin, Robbie, and cousin-in-law, Jackie, were the
first to raise a scene. They dug in their pocketbooks
and raised handfuls of cash. As if on cue, the other
ladies reached into wallets and purses and raised
handfuls of cash as an enticement. After some
"negotiations", Robbie and Jackie announced that both
the bouncer and Bo were going to provide one extra bit
of entertainment.
The girls around the table looked at one another:
"What?" and then, with nods of wholehearted affirmation,
once they caught on, grew frantic and horny, for, in the
next act, Bo and the bouncer had agreed to masturbate!
Both of them naked and oiled, they began stroking their
cocks to an attentive audience. Bo gripped his firm rod
with one hand and used the index finger of the other to
penetrate his anus, fucking his asshole with his finger
as he furiously pumped his dick with his other hand, The
bouncer had a serious hard-on and moved behind Bo and
stroked in rhythm to Bo's every beat of the meat.
Before it was all over, both young dudes were
alternately standing or squatting on the huge board
table, jacking-off, beating-off, chokin' the chicken,
sometimes with lotion, sometimes with two fists, all in
front of a horny audience of wet panties.
Bo pumped furiously as his partner, the bouncer, slowly
approached from behind. Bo's eyes met mine and he called
out my name. It was obvious he recognized me. (the
little bastard!)
They both were jerking off, beating off, jacking off,
wanking and wacking, oblivious to any onlookers. Bo's
buddy reached out and grabbed a tube of KY and greased
his rod and, before anyone had their full wits about
them, went behind Bo and impaled him, shoving that rod
up Bo's tight-cheeked ass, humping him to Tony Braxton,
"Do it again and again and again!"
"You know I want you so bad," is all I could think as I
took Bo in my mouth. I sucked on each ball, one at a
time, running my tongue over their hairy surface. I
swallowed his dick, taking it down my throat... my lips
forming a vacuum, slurping and sucking, sucking and
slurping...
Then he came... Gobs... and Gobs of come in my mouth, on
my cheeks, in my hair... that little bastard! I wanted
it all in my pussy!! To take the hose and screw it in!
That's when the pumpin' would begin! The water flowed
most everywhere! The wetness sprayed into the air! Come
play and ride upon MY slip 'n slide.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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