The Bachelorette Party



"What's this? I thought we were going to the Olive Garden?" I leaned
forward in the passenger seat of Stacy's car.

"Heh." Stacy just grinned at me.

This wasn't a family restaurant, that was for certain. My friend had
told me that she and some of the girls from work wanted to give me a
little party, just a nice dinner and a night out, since I was getting
married in three days. That had been a pleasant surprise in itself,
but this was...different.

"It's a strip club." I blinked at all the pink neon and the big sign
painted on the cinderblock wall announcing 'Erotic Dancing - Adult
Entertainment' and I felt my stomach curling up nervously.

"Uh-huh." Stacy laughed. "Ladies night too."

"Ladies night?" I pulled my right earlobe, which I did when I wasn't
very sure about something.

I didn't get out a whole lot, and certainly not to any places that
would have a 'Ladies Night' I was twenty one, true, but I was probably
the oldest virgin in Seattle. Not exactly by choice, but more by
circumstance really. I wasn't what anyone would call particularly
outgoing, or beautiful for that matter.

"Come on, everyone's inside already." Stacy was all smiles, clearly
enjoying the surprise.

"Everyone?" I undid my seatbelt slowly.

"Yeah." Stacy patted my knee. "All the girls from work are going to be
here. It's a special night!"

She was that sort of girl. Pretty and full of life, always the
instigator of things. Stacy had arranged all of this, I was sure, and
she had a lot of friends. I only had a few, so I imagined there were
probably a dozen young women from the Northwest Power main offices,
where I was a receptionist. I'd only know most of them by sight,
mostly, maybe a couple by more than name. The few I'd expected to have
dinner with.

"I don't think I'm dressed for this..." I licked my lips, and that was
just me making excuses, which I'd done a lot of in my life. Avoiding
potentially fun situations so I could sit at home.

"It's a strip club, Marie!" Stacy rolled her big blue eyes. "You're
dressed perfect and you're not bailing out on me. This is your party,
so you're stuck!"

She was full of mirth and I found myself smiling, despite my
apprehension. I wondered briefly what my fiancé would think of this.
Frank worked in accounting and he was very much like me, rather quiet
and reserved. Not handsome, not really, but certainly not ugly, and I
loved him. We'd dated three months before our first kiss, and three
months after that he'd proposed. People said we were perfect for each
other, and maybe we were. I liked to think so.

I was reasonably sure Frank had never been to a strip club though. I
wondered what he'd think, but more than likely he'd never believe it.
I know I wouldn't have, and yet there I was, getting out of Stacy's
little Honda, walking towards the doors.

They were glass, with that reflective coating, like mirrors so you
couldn't see in, but I could see myself under the harsh lights
outside. Kind of tall, thin and much too serious looking. I had my
light brown hair pinned up, like always. A boring grey skirt below my
knees, hugging my too narrow hips. A plain white blouse that did
nothing to accentuate my boobs, which were neither big nor small, but
just...boobs. I wasn't terribly exciting to look at, and not dressed for
a real party of any kind, much less a...Whatever this was.

"Slow poke, you'll be married by the time we get inside!" Stacy, on
the other hand, was blonde and wonderfully round. A little chubby, but
that's the wrong word, she was just pleasantly round, like she'd never
lost her baby-fat growing up. She was bouncy too, in her short red
skirt and tight black top, her big round breasts bouncing happily.

Stacy was exciting to look at, like a carnival for the eyes. Always
moving, always bright and fun. I was more like a funeral, I thought,
and that made me walk even slower.

"What's wrong?" Stacy shook her head. "We're gonna have fun, okay?
Just relax, I swear, you look like someone died!"

Stacy was determined and I smiled back, nodding my head as we stood
just outside that strip club. I wanted to be excited, and I was a bit,
I just didn't know how to show it. That's what people didn't
understand, I thought, that I could be excited and happy and still
look...Bored. I probably just looked nervous though, but Stacy wasn't
going to let a case of nerves stop us. She pushed open the doors and
pulled me along behind her, holding my hand tight in case I tried to
run.

"Good evening ladies!" A guy said. "I need some ID and a ten dollar
cover."

He was nice looking, but big and huge. The biggest guy I'd ever seen,
all black and bald, with a diamond stud in his left ear. I guessed he
was the bouncer and I wasn't totally naïve, I understood why a place
like that would need one. Half-naked girls dancing and serving alcohol
to excited men, but I just didn't expect him to be so...Big!

I liked big. I mean, tall men, big men, and I always had. I don't know
why, I just did. Maybe because it always seemed like a really big man
could take care of a girl. When I daydreamed, or even dreamed in my
bed at night sometimes, it was about really large men. Not sexually,
but just being protected. That was the thing, I liked the idea of
being safe. A big man could do that and this guy, he looked like he
could protect a harem full of girls.

So I was smiling, nervously, and fumbling with my purse to dig my
driver's license out. He was patient too, more so than my friend.
Stacy had already shown him hers, and given him the twenty dollars to
get us both in.

"Hurry up." She giggled at me and then her eyes caught sight of our
little party and Stacy was waving. "Everybody's here already."

"Uh, here you go." I blushed a little and handed my license to the man
and he smiled at me.

"Thank you, miss." He gave it back. "You have a god time, okay?" And
he was looking down, into my eyes and that was so strange. I didn't
make a lot of eye contact with anyone.

"Um." I swallowed and nodded, not knowing what to say.

"Oh God...Look at that!" Stacy was pulling me along like a little girl,
but she paused and I followed her gaze. "What's his name?"

"I don't know." I gasped.

We were looking at a man wearing a leopard print thong and nothing
else, except some sandals on his feet. He was serving drinks to four
older women, balancing his tray and smiling, and he had golden buns.
His ass was...immaculate! Bronzed and smooth and...

Stacy was dragging us to the table, actually a couple tables all
crowded together and loaded with drinks, pitchers of margaritas. A
dozen women sat around them, talking and laughing, drinking and having
a good time. They were all in their early twenties, like Stacy and me,
all of them single, I thought, although two or three of them might
have been married. I didn't know them very well.

"Here she is!" Stacy announced. "The blushing bride to be!"

And I was blushing, and smiling as everyone greeted me. I was being
congratulated and welcomed and someone made room for more chairs so
that Stacy I could sit down. I had a big salted glass pushed into my
hand and I drank quickly, thinking a little drink would do me some
good. I'd never been much for drinking, but I'd had alcohol before,
this wasn't completely new for me or anything. The margarita was cold
and good, making my lips pucker a little and I giggled.

Mostly the girls talked about work, you know, and that was okay. I was
talking too, and the margaritas were going down nice for everyone. And
our eyes were wandering too, because there were at least six guys, six
dancers maybe eight, who were playing the waiters. And they were all
gorgeous, some of them big and muscular, and those were the ones I
liked the most. Others were smaller maybe, but still well-defined and
graceful...I didn't know men could move like that.

I felt hot sitting there, especially when one of the dancers, a man
named Rick, when he came around I couldn't even breathe. He was well
over six feet tall and dark, like chocolate. He was beautiful, with
delicate facial features. High cheekbones and thin, sensual lips that
held a generous smile. And he wore a yellow bathing suit, one of those
Speedo racing suits, and I couldn't help but stare. None of us could
help it, he must have had a huge penis because it was just a big
rounded bulge between his muscular thighs.

"Whew..." I fanned myself after Rick had brought the next round of
drinks, three big pitchers of margaritas.

"You like the dark meat, huh?" A woman named Carol nudged me and she
was laughing.

"I like...something!" I admitted and I shook my head as if to clear it.
This wasn't really like me, was it?

And about that time, which was probably eight o'clock or so, the
dancing started. Music had been playing, of course, but now the DJ was
announcing Miguel, who had come all the way from Brazil to dance for
our pleasure. The women all cheered, of course, me included as the man
appeared on the stage, looking good enough to eat with his caramel
skin and long curly black hair. And he wasn't really big, but he had
the body, all his muscles were in the right places, and he knew how to
move them.

The club was pretty full too. Not packed, but a lot more women were
there than I might have expected. A lot of business women it looked
like, dressed nice and made up, in their thirties and forties, but
they were just as wild and loose as anyone. There was a group of six
sitting close to us, lawyers I thought, from what talk I'd overheard,
and some of the things they said...Yikes!

"Show us your cock!" One of them shouted and she was standing up,
waving money, and we all watched and laughed as Miguel crooked a
finger at her, squatting down in what was supposed to be a fireman's
outfit, I thought, but it was tailored to show a lot more than it
would hide.

It was almost surreal, actually, and I was feeling better then, the
drinks and talk really loosening me up. And seeing those men,
listening to the sexual talk and innuendo surrounding me, it had me
warmed up all over. My mind was wandering all over, to thoughts of
what a guy like Miguel, or Rick would be like in bed. What it would
feel like being held by someone big and muscular and hard.

I felt a little guilty, maybe, remembering Frank, the man I was
marrying in three days. He wasn't especially big and certainly not
muscular. He was a twenty seven year old accountant, not a male
dancer, I reminded myself. He was real, a real man, these guys were...
Something else. Just dreams, come momentarily to life. That was all.
Frank was the real deal and I loved him.

But the dream was so nice too. I didn't want to wake up!

"Go give him a tip!" Stacy was saying to me and I protested weakly,
but that was useless. All my friends were grinning and nodding and
taking up a little collection. I had a dozen bills in my hand
suddenly, some fives, a few ones, a couple tens, even a twenty, and
they were urging me to go and give them to the guy dancing.

He was down to his boots and black leather thong and fireman's hat. I
almost laughed, seeing him like that, but he had the body for it. The
guy could wear whatever he wanted; nobody in that club was going to
complain. And he was dancing too, not just strutting around, or
posing. He could move and I thought maybe it was a South America
thing. It was definitely hot.

I was burning red as I gave in and made my way close to the stage.
There was already money littering the stage, and he had folded bills
tucked into his thong, but Miguel was smiling when he saw me and I
wanted to look away, but I didn't. Even when he was right in front of
me, the bulge of his penis just a foot or so in front of my face as he
got low, bend his knees and twisting on the balls of his feet,
thrusting his pelvis at me suggestively.

It was obscene and I felt my body flushing hot and cold, my nipples
popping inside my bra. It was crazy!

He smiled and held still for me as I held the money out and slowly
realized I was supposed to tuck it into his thong. I had a dozen bills
and I was giggling like a little girl in a toy store, holding my
breath and feeling his warm skin under my fingertips as I pulled the
stretchy material out a little, sliding the money inside, one bill at
a time.

And when Miguel turned around, showing me his perfect ass I almost
died. Women were all around us, horny girls hooting and clapping as I
slowly pulled his thong away, out from the caramel creamy crevice of
the man's perfect ass. He had soft hair, short curling black hair and
I felt it on the back of my hand as I pushed and pulled the money
though the gap, so that the bills were trapped lengthwise. He was
leaning forward and as I got the last one in, except for the twenty,
he rolled his ass for me.

He was reaching back and pulling the money away, dropping it to the
floor and then he pulled his thong to the side completely, just for a
moment, exposing the crinkly light brown pucker of his anus. He pushed
a hand there, spreading his cheeks briefly, touching it with a finger
tip before letting his thong slide back into place.

I was shaking with excitement, I don't think I'd ever been so turned
on in my life. It was a sexual charge, like electricity shooting
through my sex and up my spine. And then he was turned around again,
ready for that twenty I was holding. Miguel pulled the thong to the
side, just that quick and easy, so that his long semi-hard cock fell
out of it. The room seemed to erupt at that, and there were other
women beside me, holding their own money, and I was just staring at
the man's penis. Ruddy and thick and the smooth head gleaming.

I barely knew what I was doing, but I somehow managed to get the
twenty dollar bill between his thong and his hip. I wanted to feel
that cock, yeah, but I didn't even get close to it, like I was afraid
of it and the man was smiling at me, moving and he leaned forward,
putting a hand on my head and he kissed me! He put his lips on mine,
just for second, and I stiffened as I felt his wet tongue run across
my lips quickly, and then it was over.

I felt dazed and I was licking my lips and grinning, and all the girls
were clapping for me, laughing and pouring me another drink. I was
having the best time of my life right then!

Sometime later, don't ask me how long, it was time for gifts, which I
totally hadn't expected. But I'd never been to a bachelorette party
either, so what did I know?

"Over here, Marie!" Brenda, a redhead who worked the switchboard was
pulling me. "Sit in the middle, there you go!"

And we were drinking and laughing and I was the center of attention
like I'd never been before in my life.

"This one's from me!" Janice was saying, handing me a box wrapped in
silver foil. It wasn't overly large and it was the first gift, so I
had no idea what to expect.

I opened it, feeling both nervous and excited, and just a little
embarrassed because other women were watching, the lawyers next to us
and others. This was all way beyond my experience.

"What's this?" I giggled, pulling out a huge bottle of aspirin, ten
times bigger than the biggest bottle you ever saw. "Aspirin?"

"For the honeymoon!" Janice laughed. "No headaches allowed!" And
everyone thought that was pretty funny and I really did blush at that,
I mean she was talking about me and Frank and...sex. But it was funny.

"Here..." Stacy was pushing another gift into my hands and I opened it
quickly, laughing and getting into the spirit of it totally.

"Oh my...God!" I gasped and squealed and I felt my face burning hot.

It was a big black dildo, not huge, but...Big! Like ten inches long and
thick, really thick and I was afraid to touch it, actually. I'd never
even owned a vibrator!

"That's for after the honeymoon!" Stacy grinned and I finally held it
up, feeling the molded rubber heavy in my hands and there were a lot
of giggles and a couple of the girls even suggested I take it for a
test drive, but they were kidding and it got passed around so all my
new friends could appreciate it.

It was so bizarre opening those gifts, and they were so out there, so
risqué some of them. I wondered if these girls, these friends of mine
were totally perverted or what. I wasn't a prude but...A dildo? And glow
in the dark condoms? An assortment of flavored body oils. I even got a
home pregnancy test from someone, which was way out there. But I got
some nice stuff too, like some seriously sexy underwear. All red and
black, lace and satin, and crotchless, of course!

It was just fun, seriously fun, and I was half-drunk, telling myself
to slow down, but none of my friends were slowing down. They were full
of life and happy for me and that was the best of it really, that
these girls I barely knew were there with me, making friends and
celebrating with me. It meant a lot, more than I would have been
comfortable admitting, even to myself.

"This is it...Time for the Main Event..." The DJ was announcing. It was
midnight, on the button, and there'd been a lot of dances, a lot of
tipping, and a lot of margaritas.

I almost jumped out of my shoes when I was surprised by Rick and
Miguel, the two dancers. They were lifting me up, chair and all and I
almost screamed and then laughed as they were carrying me. I had no
idea what was going on. At first I thought they were going to set me
on the stage, but then I realized there was a whole other part of the
club, opposite where we were sitting, that I hadn't noticed.

"We have a new bride with us tonight...A bride to be that is...And there
she is! Marie!" The DJ was announcing it and I was covering my face,
peeking through my fingers and laughing. Everyone was watching and
clapping and giggling.

"So she's volunteered to be tonight's referee!" The DJ was saying.

"What?" I opened my eyes, looking around. I'd volunteered? This was
news to me and I was shaking my head because I didn't have a clue what
was going on.

My friends had all followed my little journey, of course, and other
women too and I looked at Stacy, as if she might tell me what was
going on, but she just laughed at me. Everyone was laughing.

We were close to the DJ's booth now and there was a huge round
inflatable swimming pool. It must have been the biggest one anyone
could buy because it was at least twenty feet across and it had
something in it, oil I realized. Not a lot probably, well it had to be
a lot, it was a big pool, but it wasn't full. Maybe a half inch or so
thick, just enough to be super slippery I was sure.

The DJ was there, holding his microphone so everyone could hear, and
he was explaining that Rick and Miguel were going to have a
"cockfight" ...Sexy male oil wrestling, mano a mano, right there in that
oily swimming pool. But they needed a referee and that was going to be
me!

"Oh no...Please..." I was holding up my hands, looking at Miguel and
especially big strong Rick and my tummy was doing flip flops. I had no
idea what I was supposed to do, but that was too much attention.

Nobody was paying much attention to my protests though.

"But you can't be a referee without a uniform, Marie!" The DJ was
grinning and he held up a black and white stripped bathing suit, if
you could call it that. It was a two piece bikini and I stared at it.

"What?" I wasn't going to wear that, was I?

Apparently I was because Stacy and Cheryl, one of the girls I knew
better than most, they were leading me back to the dressing rooms, the
DJ pointing the way.

I tried to say no, I really did. I was pretty buzzed, but not like
totally drunk. I didn't want to show off my body, not to a club full
of strangers. I'd never even owned a two piece bathing suit, never.
And what was I going to do, get in the pool with them? That thought
both terrified and excited me. I mean Rick was...Oh God, lust on two
legs. And Miguel was so sexy I would be dreaming of him the rest of my
life, probably. And they were going to see me in this?

"Oh God!" I groaned, blushing as I'd somehow gotten undressed,
completely in front of Stacy and Cheryl, something I hadn't done since
high school gym class. I hadn't liked undressing there either.

"What?" Stacy laughed at me. "You look fine, relax."

"Nobody's going to be looking at you anyway!" Cheryl giggled drunkenly
and I thought she was going to fall down a couple times. "Not with
those guys right there!"

"But I look...fat!" I laughed

"You are not fat!" Stacy shook her head. "You just need a tan!"

"Thanks." I sighed, and I wasn't fat, but I wasn't anything. I was
just an average woman in a ridiculously skimpy bikini about to referee
an oil wrestling match between two men who looked like Grecian gods.
Yeah, nothing to worry about.

I wanted to die.

"I'm ready to get married myself...Jeeze I wish I was you right now."
Cheryl was grinning.

"Anytime Ladies!" The DJ announced and there was clapping and cheering
coming from the women who were crowded around the pool now.

And I wasn't going to die, I was going to have fun, I told myself. I
walked out with my two friends, feeling almost naked as all that
bikini covered was basically my nipples and my pussy. It didn't even
cover that very well, as there were dark airs curling out the sides of
the panty and I really wished I'd gotten into the habit of shaving
down there. But it was too late now.

"Here she is!" Stacy said and the DJ grinned and Rick and Miguel were
looking at me and I was red like a lobster, ready for the dinner
table. But no one screamed, no one laughed, at least not at me, just
with me, as we were all having fun. Miguel and Rick were smiling at
me, even nodding a little as if to let me know they approved and I was
flattered by that.

I suppose male dancers have to put up with a lot of different women,
different shapes and sizes, so maybe I was a little better than
someone's grandma might have been. But I'm always too hard on myself
anyway.

"Here's the rules." The DJ was close by us now and he was a skinny
white guy, but cute and funny and outgoing. "Just one round, but it's
ten minutes long. Everybody has to stay in the pool, no getting out.
The winner is the one who pins the other man down. No choking or
punching, just friendly grappling..."

I got the distinct impression this was all for my benefit, and for the
other women in the club. Miguel and Rick were too busy posing to
really pay attention, acting like they were real fighters, making
faces at each other and flexing. But they'd done this before, I was
sure, and they were laughing.

"...When one of them is pinned, you do the counting, right?" The DJ
smiled at me and I nodded. "Just to three...And slap your hand too." He
laughed. "If nobody gets pinned, then we'll take it to the audience
and ask you ladies to pick the winner!"

There was a lot of cheering at that.

"Oh God..." I made a face as I stepped into the pool, being very
careful, but that didn't help. I fell on my butt right away.

It was seriously slippery and I covered my face as everyone laughed,
but it was okay. I soon figured out none of us were going to be doing
much standing. Miguel and Rick were opposite each other and on their
knees, spreading their legs and waiting. I took the same pose, as that
looked like it would work best.

"Okay, I want a clean fight..." I laughed, thinking I ought to say
something and that seemed pretty funny.

The DJ announced the contestants, doing the whole ...In this corner,
weighing 188 pounds...bit, which was cool. The cheering woman seemed
pretty evenly split between bronzed Rick and the slightly darker
Miguel. Rick was bigger, but Miguel looked like he might be quicker,
and both men were incredibly handsome and muscular in their small
tight thongs. Miguel's black and Rick's yellow.

I really didn't know what I was supposed to do, except watch and count
a guy out if he got pinned. When the DJ did whatever he did to make a
big gong sound, pressing a button on his mixing board I guess, Rick
and Miguel started moving towards each other. I didn't move much at
all really, I just watched as the two men eyed each other, getting
closer, arms out, you know, swaying their upper bodies as they slid
across the pool.

Once the two men started wrestling though, it was quick and I hoped
they wouldn't hurt themselves. Rick pulled Miguel down, the smaller
man rolling through the oil and Rick slipping as he tried to catch and
keep him. I'm no wrestling commentator, but I'm sure you can imagine
two beautiful men wrestling in oil, their smooth bodies glistening and
slippery. Trying to hold each other, get the better position and pin
the other down.

I was staring breathlessly. This was much better than anything I'd
happened to catch on TV, a bunch of fat guys in makeup yelling at each
other. This was a couple studs making soft grunting sounds, deep
groans and the wet smacking slapping sound of flesh on flesh. I could
have closed my eyes and just gotten off on what I was hearing.

"Better get in there Ref!" The DJ was chiding me for not doing
anything and I blushed, wondering what I was supposed to do, but I
slid across the pool anyway. The men were right in the middle and it
looked like Miguel almost had Rick, the darker man was on Rick's back,
sort of, half on it with his arms wrapped around Rick's chest.

"Hey no choking!" I said, but they weren't even being close to choke
holds and Miguel laughed at me.

"Whooops!" Rick chuckled as he managed to slip away suddenly and he
moved so that he bumped into me, actually. I slipped, losing my
balance and fell forward onto my tummy, trying to catch myself with my
hands, but they just slid forward in the oil. I was laying there now
and somehow Rick was over me, but trying not to put his weight on me.

And Miguel was still grappling too, like I wasn't even there and I was
giggling and protesting when I felt Rick's thick legs straddling my
thighs. Miguel was right in front of me, his hands on Rick's
shoulders, and Rick was trying to push him away, and they were on top
of me basically. I could feel Rick's smooth slippery ass on the backs
of my legs and then I gasped, jerking my head up as I felt the
unmistakable sensation of his thinly covered bulge sliding between the
cheeks of my ass in that tiny thong bikini I was wearing.

"Hey!" I laughed, squirming and actually getting out from under Rick
briefly, but then Miguel slipped and he landed on top of me, as he
just had to, and it didn't hurt. It wasn't hard, it felt kind of nice
because I was on my back and his dark oily bellybutton was right above
my nose, his chest on my heaving breasts, putting just enough pressure
to make it feel good.

Rick moved quickly between my legs, which I hadn't intended to spread,
but somehow I did. He got between them and took the opportunity to
grab Miguel's shoulders, pulling the smaller man towards him, so that
Miguel's hard stomach slid over my face, literally, and suddenly the
black pouch of his thong was against my mouth.

I swallowed hard, thinking I should turn my head, or...Something. But he
was right there, his legs askew so he could straddle my face, and his
cock, trapped inside his thong was rubbing my lips, and my tits were
aching against his belly now, and Miguel's face...His chin was on my
pussy. It was between my thighs, pressing against my barely covered
slit. It was a sixty-nine, I realized. I'd never done it, but I knew
the concept. Somehow, in the blink of an eye, I'd found myself in a 69
with Miguel.

And no one could see my face, that hit my really quick too, so maybe
that's why I did what I did and actually opened my mouth. I mean I
opened it and pressed my lips against Miguel's bulging hidden cock and
he pushed down too, like he knew what I was doing. Then it was over,
he was moving again, rolling off me carefully while Rick grabbed me,
literally, sort of turning me, moving us around to keep me between him
and Miguel.

Both men were laughing and I was giggling and breathless and I had no
idea what this game was, but it wasn't really wrestling, I'd started
to figure that out. That was just the excuse these guys were using to
play with me, to rub their bodies on mine, and I didn't mind at all.
I'd pretty much forgotten about the crowd of girls cheering and
watching. I'd forgotten Frank, that was for certain. All I was
thinking about was how much fun it was to be sandwiched between two
hot oily hunks like those two.

Miguel was on his butt now, like sitting there with his legs spread
and Rick had me on my tummy and he was straddling my hips while I
giggled and tried to push myself away. But Rick pushed against me,
against my firm round ass, I should say, with his pelvis as much as
anything and I felt it then. I mean how could I not? The man was hard,
like erect and hard, and I felt that lump in his little briefs pushing
not just against my ass, but lower too, rubbing against my thinly
covered pussy.

I gasped and tried to turn my head, but I was really slipping and my
face pressed against Miguel's rock hard stomach, my mouth and nose and
chin sliding across his abs in slow motion almost until I was once
more face to face with the male stripper's crotch. This time it was
obvious that he was aroused as well, very obvious as the ruddy head of
his penis had pushed its way free. The oil and the motion had given it
a little room, just enough and it was sticking out, pointing thickly
towards his lightly furred belly button and I was touching it suddenly
with my mouth.

I should have stopped, or at least someone should have stopped me. One
of my friends, one of the people working there. This wasn't right, was
it? The man's cock was exposed and that had to be against some rule,
or law, or something. But even as I was thinking that, I was pressing
my lips to that smooth cockhead and the inch or so of shaft exposed
beneath it. I told myself I had no choice, but I did. I mouthed it,
not really knowing how, or even why, it just...Happened.

And behind me, and on top of me, Rick was straddling my slick thighs,
grinding himself against that thin small patch of bikini that didn't
even belong to me. I'd never felt anything like that. The way his cock
was so plain to my senses, as if my pussy could feel every contour of
the man while he humped himself against me urgently.

"Suck it...Fuck it...Suck it...Fuck it..."

I dimly became aware of a soft chant starting, beneath and behind the
voices of women cheering us on. The ones begging those two gorgeous
men to expose themselves fully. I was burning, partly from
embarrassment as I realized all those women, friends and strangers
could see everything that was going on; but also I was excited. This
was my teenage fantasies come to life, being touched and rubbed and
just...Trapped between two big hot guys.

"Fuck it...Suck it...Fuck it...Suck it..."

The sound was getting louder and I blinked as if I might come to my
senses. My little bikini was askew and looses, my nipples aching so
hard it was almost painful and my pussy, my virgin sex, it was knotted
up and so tight inside, like a fist between my legs begging for
something to hold onto. It wanted that cock rubbing against it, the
same way my mouth was watering for the cock beneath my lips. I was
full of drunken lust and all those women were urging me on, telling me
it was okay, it was the right thing to do.

"Suck it...Fuck it...Suck it...Fuck it..."

I'd been kissing that penis, a stranger's cock, tasting the oil and
imagining I could taste something else besides. The salty manly taste
of Miguel himself and I lifted my head, looking around red faced and
breathless and all I could see were the women. Ordinary housewives and
college girls and business women of all shapes and sizes and colors.
All of them hot and excited and hungry to see one of their number
getting pleasured for their amusement.

My heart was pounding, my tongue felt thick and swollen in y mouth. I
couldn't breathe and I felt panic rising within me. This wasn't right.
I was getting married soon, I had a fiancé who loved me, who trusted
me. I didn't know these men at all. What was I doing and I tried to
disentangle myself, pushing against Miguel and squirming beneath Rick.
This wasn't how I wanted to lose my virginity, was it?

And I was so hot for that, see that's the thing. These men were
beautiful and I was trapped and helpless and feeling their bodies
against mine. What was wrong with that? I'd never known any man who'd
looked like these guys. It was a fantasy come to life and I was going
to walk away from it? I was going to fight it and scream rape and get
angry because I was sandwiched between two Greek gods?
I didn't want to want it...But I did.

My head hurt, it was fuzzy and my body was burning from the inside out
and I may have asked for help, but I can't remember. I might have
called out to my friends, asking them to tell me what I should do, to
wake me up and tell me this was a dream, a nightmare of sorts, but
more than likely I was silent. I was merely gasping and giggling and
drunk on the passions rising from the depths of my belly. I knew what
they were telling me, all of those people, they were telling my to
suck Miguel's beautiful cock. They were telling me to spread my legs
for Rick's huge penis...They were telling me exactly what I wanted to
hear.

And it didn't matter anyway, really. Miguel was making up my mind for
me and he used one hand to pull his thong to the side, stretching the
material and pulling his long thick cock suddenly free so that it
jutted upright against my face. He was laughing and playing with it,
showing off for the girls as he slapped it lightly against my face, my
lips and cheeks, and it was so big. I just stared at it, feeling my
lungs laboring hotly for air.

"Suck it, Marie!" I heard Stacy's voice distinctly and after that all
the women were yelling for it. "Suck it...Mouth that man!...Fuck her
mouth with it!"

"Get down on it, baby." Miguel was smiling at me and I didn't even
know how to do it, but I did.

I was sucking Miguel's cock, or as much of it as I could, which was
only the head and an inch or two besides, but he seemed happy with
that. I had my lips stretched tight around his hard shaft, bobbing my
head and coughing occasionally as the head would touch the back of my
mouth. I'd never sucked a cock before, but now I was doing it and I
got bold, using my tongue against the underside, or swirling it around
the head when I could. It wasn't hurting me, it was good, it was hard
and thick and I was sucking a guy who belonged in a magazine, not
sitting in front of me.

I loved sucking that cock and it wasn't like anything I'd ever done
before, but it was sexy. I couldn't deny that. I was giving a man a
blowjob, finally, and now I knew what the girls were talking about at
work sometimes. It was a turn-on for me, just to know I was doing it
and I tried to do it better, trying to concentrate and take as much of
that big cock into my mouth as I could. And they were watching me, my
friends and coworkers, they'd talk about me, I was sure. They'd tell
everyone at work how I'd gone to the club and oil wrestled two guys
and sucked one of them off while the other...

I groaned as I suddenly realized that Rick hadn't been sitting still,
patiently admiring my cocksucking skills. He'd been moving, and using
his fingers and I became aware of a draft, or something, a little cool
air that I hadn't noticed before and I knew my bikini panties were
off. They were untied and I was feeling the air on my bare sex, my
exposed virginal pussy.

"Put it in her...Fuck her Rick...Shove it inside...Show us how you fuck...Give
her a ride, stud!"
There were women yelling and laughing and I was going to stop him, I
had to stop him. I was a virgin. I was getting married. I wasn't on
birth control or anything. I didn't even know the man. I was terrified
suddenly. The fear was unbelievable. It was like a huge needle
piercing my tummy. A physical thing and I tried to lift my head, but
Miguel stopped me.

"Ohhh baby...Getting close...Don't stop now..." And he chuckled and his hand
was on my head, big and gentle, but so strong. I loved how strong he
was, and he was holding my head so nice, smiling at me and his cock
was filling my mouth. Big and strong and I needed that right then, I
need a cock between my lips and another one inside my pussy. I was
hungry for it, starving and all those women cheering wanted to see it.

"Ommppph..." I shook my head and tried to say something, but it wasn't
no, I have to admit that. It was something else and whatever it was,
it was useless anyway, and only seemed to make it better for Miguel.

It made it better for the other women, they were cheering for me,
telling me to mouth that prick and get my ass up for that huge cock.
Any one of them it seemed would have been happy, even eager to trade
places with me and that was like a big shot of happy go juice. Being
envied, wow! And there was still the fear, I wasn't ready, was I?
Nothing had ever been in my pussy before and I had no idea what to
expect. And that was a rush too. An intense emotional knife into my
belly, twisting and turning and it felt so...Good!

That's what I didn't understand. I wanted it; I wanted that cock, both
of them. I was afraid and I loved it. I was going to get fucked and I
needed it. It's impossible to express that desire. Like going to scary
movie and you know you're going to be afraid, but that's what you
want, that's why you go. I was terrified of sex, of losing my
virginity, but that's what I was doing and I wanted it. I couldn't
remember anything else. My fiancé was out of my mind, completely. My
parents and all their admonishments about being cautious and
responsible. Out the window. My own sense of pride...Where was that? It
was lost in a haze of lust.

I'd saved myself for this? I would have laughed except I was busy
swallowing Miguel's precum and my own saliva and running my tongue all
underneath that beautiful cock planted in my face, fucking my tightly
stretched lips.

I could feel him, Rick, I could feel his cockhead across my pussy. He
was sliding it up and down slowly, teasing me with it and I didn't
close my legs. I didn't try and kick him or squirm away. I was wide
open and my pussy was hot for it. My clit was charged with lightning
and every time he happened to brush over it with his cock, I'd gasp
around that huge prick in my mouth. I was lifting my pelvis, pushing
back with my ass, rocking my hips and looking for it. I wanted
penetration. My sex was tight and clasping on nothing but itself and I
felt that as a hunger in my womb.

"Mmppph..." I groaned, my voice muffled as I went stiff.
"Do it Marie!...Oh shit, take it!...Fuck that man...Push it
harder...Fuck her, Rick!...Make her cum!" The whole place was crazy.
The voices were one atop the other and I could pick out my name from
time to time, but mostly it was just chaos. A crowd of frenzied women
eager to see me getting fucked.
He was pushing himself in, amidst all the chants and urgings of the
women watching us, Rick was finally splitting my swollen labia with
his penis, entering my virgin hole slowly and finding me tight and hot
and wet. But he was barely inside, not even all of his swollen
cockhead was inside me and I could feel my cunt pushing him out.

"She's tight...Shit..." I heard Rick's voice and the pressure eased a
little bit as he backed off.

"Fuck her man...I got her...She ain't going anyplace, are you baby?"
Miguel smiled at me and I tilted my eyes and head just enough to see
his handsome face and my mouth was stuffed with his cock.

"Fuck her...Come on! Do it...Fuck the girl...Put it in her!" The crowd was
clapping and I closed my eyes, feeling Rick trying again.

"Here we go....Ughhh...Ugh!!!" Rick said and then grunted hard as he
pushed his big hard cock once more against my inexperienced cunt.

"Mmmphhh...Umphhh!!" I groaned and then tried to scream around Miguel's
penis, but it was all muffled and unintelligible.

It hurt, like nothing before in my life, it was pain and my pussy was
on fire. A knife was being thrust up between my legs, a sword, thick
and blunt and pulled newly forged from the fires of hell. I was
shaking and my body was so tense I couldn't breathe. I just held my
mouth on Miguel's turgid cock, my eyes shut tight as tears rolled down
my cheeks.

"Christ...I don't think she's ever been fucked before..." Rick paused and
the pain didn't go away, it just stopped getting worse.

"She's a virgin!" Someone yelled, one of the lawyers I thought, but
how could I know? A big cheer went up at that and I was beyond
humiliation.
I just wanted it, pain or no pain, this was what it was all about.
Having a man inside me. A big strong man, taking me like I'd
fantasized about. And those women were laughing and shouting, wanting
to see me deflowered for their own amusement.
I was a virgin sacrifice on the altar of lust and the faithful wanted
blood.

That heady thought made me giggle, and then groan as I took a breath
through my nose, which was hard because it was suddenly wet and runny
and my lungs were aching, as if under a great weight. I was under the
water maybe, a thousand feet down, and trying to breath. My whole body
felt crushed and in my tummy, down in my womb, it was worse. I had
cramps from being too tense. My legs kicked and my hips were writhing
beneath the man and he pushed again.

Somewhere in the middle of all of that my hymen tore and Rick's cock,
my very first, was suddenly loosed and it stabbed inside me hard and
fast and violently. The head of it punched into my cervix so that all
of a sudden it was lights out for Marie. I saw stars and my vision
dimmed and my heart was pounding in my head and I was swimming in
chocolate with little bubbles popping all through me. It was an
orgasm. Not my first, but it could have been. It wasn't like any other
orgasm I'd ever had in my life and all that pain just seemed okay
suddenly.

Endorphins, what a rush. Adrenaline and endorphins and that good
runner's high. It was all hitting me like the best dream ever and I
knew it was hurting me. Like I was watching myself and I knew that
huge cock of Rick's was raping my pussy, spilling my blood, and
tearing my soft flesh apart. But I didn't notice it, not really. I was
sucking Miguel's cock again, nursing it like I was born for the task
and he was smiling and nodding and telling me how good I was.

And Rick was grunting as he fucked me. He was sliding his cock in and
out of me easily now. Lubricated with precum and blood and my own
orgasmic betrayal. It was good for him, nice and tight, like a velvet
fist milking his prick. My pussy knew what to do, even through the
pain, my muscles were squeezing him, trying to hold him deep, coaxing
the man to shoot his load deep inside my fertile womb. That's what my
body wanted. A reward for all that pain, for all that waiting and
wanting. Years of it.

I was a woman now, finally, and that's really what I was thinking down
deep in that haze of pleasure. I'd waited my whole life for this and
it hurt the way it was supposed to. The way I'd always wanted it to. I
was okay...I was better than okay. I was cumming again and sucking a big
fat cock while another one rode my pussy nice and smooth. I wasn't
going to stop cumming for a long, long time. Or so I hoped.

Miguel came first and the room exploded with wild exuberance as he
pulled my panting mouth off his cock and he was shooting straight up,
like a creamy geyser into my open mouth and across my red face. He was
strong too, his spurts hot and heavy, his salty sperm was a fountain
at first and I swallowed some of it, tasting a man's seed for the
first time and savoring it.

I was fucking Rick too, although it wasn't me. I was just watching. It
was my body, going on instinct, going on automatic pilot. There were
more orgasms, but not like the first. These were little and just
enough to keep my pussy going, all energized and happy. My ass was
rolling around, my hips rocking back and forth, working my pussy
around that cock nicely. And I lied, it was me doing all that fucking.
The girl who was getting married soon, pushing her ass back so that
the wet hard slapping sound of Rick's body on mine filled my ears,
giving the crowd a rhythm for their eager cheers.

"Oh yeah...Here it cums..." He pulled out, sliding his cock quickly in the
soft crease between my ass cheeks, showing all those lusty women his
huge red cock as he began to cum, spraying his seed all over my back
and ass.

Rick kept moving like that, just sliding his cock back and forth until
he was spent and the girls loved him for it. They were getting their
money's worth that night. A virgin losing her cherry to a couple hot
studs, leaving her covered with sperm and bleeding from her torn sex.
I was beautiful and envied by every one of them, I thought. All those
women who'd lost their hymen's to the fumblings of little dicked
boyfriends in the back of their daddies cars. I'd lost mine the right
way, the best way, and they knew it.

I was dimly aware of the two men moving, getting up slowly. They were
happy and laughing and they gave me little touches, little pats on my
shoulders, a stroke of my hair, telling me I'd been a good fuck, and
thanks for the suck job. And the women were moving as well, the show
was over, they were chatting and giggling and talking about how big
Rick's cock had been, or how much spunk Miguel had shot on my face.
They were happy.

"Hey...Hey, Marie...Are you okay...That was intense...Oh shit, you got fucked,
girl!...That was awesome..." All my friends were there, all my new best
friends from work. They were happy too.

"Are you alright, Marie?" Stacy asked happily, obviously having the
time of her life.

She was helping me standup weakly, my knees all rubbery and I was a
little dizzy. My cunt was sore now, but not really hurting, and it
felt hot, like there was a fire burning down there between my
trembling thighs that couldn't be put out. I liked that feeling quite
a lot, even though I couldn't stand up straight. I was getting married
in a few days and I couldn't even walk. That seemed kind of funny for
some reason.

"Yeah. I'm happy." I said and the really weird part of it was that it
was true.

I didn't bother changing, in fact my friends wouldn't let me. Stacy
was pulling me back to our table, and women, strangers who had been
watching and cheering, they were smiling at me, nodding and laughing
and telling me how good I'd done. I felt like a celebrity or
something, it was a strange and glorious feeling, like I was suddenly
beautiful. I was the center of attention and I was still wet with
sperm, on my back and ass and thighs, on my face and neck. I hadn't
cleaned myself at all.

It was my trophy, my proof that I was a woman now, and I wore their
semen proudly. All the other girls admired me for it.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

My alarm went off in the middle of the night. Except the sun was up,
and that seemed not only really wrong, but really painful as I opened
my eyes. I closed them again right away. My eyes weren't the only
thing that hurt. My brain felt like it was being folded into an
airplane, tied to a brick, and thrown through a plate glass window...
That wasn't so bad though. It was the fall that was worse. I was
definitely falling and I wondered how high up that window was.

And my body. I felt sticky...But not really sticky, more like...Tacky,
maybe. Or just humid, or no...I felt like I'd been dipped in oil and...

Oil...I blinked at that, mentally, my eyes remained eagerly shut. Why
was oil important? And then the tenderness made itself known. Like it
was teasing me, asking me if I didn't wonder why I felt like I was
sore just there, down between my thighs, like I'd been kicked by a
horse...A small one maybe, but he'd been ornery even so. And so I did
wonder with a groan as I moved, deciding I'd better look, and then,
before I could open my eyes again...

I remembered.

"I swear, God...I will never drink again. I promise Jesus, never...Just
don't tell me I did what I think I did...Please?"

God answered. He always does. Unfortunately his answer took the form
of the small and damp and sperm stained bikini I was still wearing.
There was a little blood too, down around the crotch and on my thighs,
and I quickly shut my eyes again. They'd let me keep the bikini, my
final present of the evening.

All I could do was hope that Frank would like it when we went on our
honeymoon.