Her Bachelor Party Fantasy

by Thomas Henry

  I gazed after her and daydreamed of Karen on her back in the middle of the floor with Thuy going down on her. All the guys were clapping and whistling and cheering.

  “Is that one for me, too?”

  I looked up and saw Crystal pointing at the hundred dollar bill I was still holding in my left hand. I stared at the bill for a second and said, “Seems to have your name on it.”

  “Hmm…let me see.” She pulled the bill from my fingers and studied it. “Yep! My name on it.” She folded it lengthwise and slipped it into her garter. Then she turned her back to me and sat in my lap. She was still wearing her bikini bottom.

  “You seem to be overdressed,” I said.

  She leaned back against my chest and looked up at me. “Maybe you like take off?”

  I hooked my thumbs inside the elastic waistband and pushed it down. She planted her feet on my knees and raised her butt off of my lap while I eased the bikini over her hips. She sat back down on me and lifted her legs straight into the air so I could pull it up off of them. I was impressed by how limber she was.

  She lowered her legs and spread them wide, putting them on top of my thighs with her feet sticking straight out. I ran my hands up her sides and around to her breasts. I had never felt anything like them. They were every bit as big as Karen’s. Maybe even bigger. Totally natural, and softer than any I ever had felt. If Karen’s breasts were like the softest of marshmallows, Crystal’s were cotton candy.

  I couldn’t imagine how anything so soft could hold its shape so well. But then, Crystal was still a very young woman. I wondered what they would be like when she was my age. I had a vision of her kneeling over me, dragging her long, saggy tits up and down my chest. My cock jumped at the thought. Truth is, I’ve always thought perky breasts were overrated. I like them womanly…big and saggy and natural. One of my favorite porn scenes is a woman on her hands and knees with her pendulous breasts dancing and flopping as she’s being fucked from behind.

  After massaging Crystal’s breasts and rolling her nipples between my fingers, I slid my hands down her body and then down the tops of her thighs. I ran them back up her inner thighs until my thumbs touched her pubic hair. It was coarse and curly. I could feel some stubble along the edges where she had shaved it back to her bikini line. I slowly raked my fingers through it.

  “I like your hair.”

  “Oh, thank you.”

  “Don’t see many women with this much hair on their pussies these days.”

  “I know. Most dancer take all off.”

  “Did you ever try it?”

  “Couple time. But so itchy. I cannot handle.”

  “I can imagine. I made a scratching motion with my fingers in her pubic hair.”

  “No itch there now,” she said.

  “Oh, sorry. Where does it itch now?”

  “Maybe someplace else.”

  I slid my hand up and scratched her belly. “Here?”

  “Maybe not.”

  I slid my hand down between her thighs and lightly scratched at her folds with my middle finger. “Here?”

  “Oh, so close. So close.”

  I eased a finger into the wetness of her pussy and pulled it up until it touched her clit. I very slowly, very gently scratched at her clit with my slippery fingertip. “Here?”

  Crystal gasped and twisted her upper body as I started to massage her sweet spot.

  “Oh yes! Big itch there!”

  She turned her face to me and kissed me on the lips. Then she whispered in my ear, “I like do you tonight for sure. Okay?”

  “Aren’t you worried about Karen?”

  “I no afraid Karen. Beside, I think she busy with another guy tonight.”

  My stomach knotted again. I wondered if Crystal was just guessing or if she knew something I didn’t.

  Crystal turned around and straddled my lap. She sat back far enough on my thighs that she could unbutton my shirt. She quickly had it open all the way down to my belt. Then she slipped her hands inside and around my back. She pulled herself forward until her pussy was planted on the head of my rigid cock. Then she hugged me, pressing those marvelous tits against my bare skin, while she rocked back and forth on my cock.

  She tilted her head back and kissed me on the chin. She winked and said, “So how you think? You like fuck me tonight?”

  “I don’t have enough blood left in my head to think.”

  Crystal giggled and lay her face against my chest. She clung to me, motionless, for several moments until someone started a commotion.

  I turned to look. It was Thuy. She was dragging a chair out to the center of the room and calling for Crystal and Karen to join her. Crystal gave me a peck on the cheek and hopped off of me. I looked around for Karen as I buttoned my shirt. She was pulling some guy’s hands away from her breasts. She patted him on the thigh and got up to join Thuy and Crystal.

  Thuy ducked back into the master bedroom for a moment and came back with her bag. She set it down next to the chair. Then she led Karen and Crystal over to the groom. They grabbed his hands and arms and pulled him out of his seat and over to the chair. Crystal gave him a push, and he sat down.

  Thuy pulled a blindfold out of her bag and handed it to Karen. Karen moved behind the chair and slipped the blindfold over the groom’s eyes. Thuy pulled two pairs of handcuffs out of her bag. She handed one to Crystal, who scampered around to the other side of the groom. They pulled his hands down to his sides and quickly handcuffed him to the back legs of the chair.

  Thuy straddled him, face-to-face. She rubbed her bare pussy against the bulge in his pants while she unbuttoned his shirt. She tugged the shirttails out of his pants and pulled the shirt wide open. She held his face with both hands and planted a big kiss on his lips. Then she circled her arms around his neck and hugged him while she pressed her breasts against his bare chest and wiggled around in his lap.

  After a minute or so, she slid off of him and Crystal took her place. Like Thuy, She kissed him and rubbed her breasts against his bare chest. But she also reached back behind her butt and massaged his balls through his pants.

  When it was Karen’s turn, she straddled him standing up so that she could press her bare tits against his face. She pushed one nipple in his mouth and let him suck on it awhile before she switched and gave him the other. He leaned his head forward and continued to suck as she reached down and grasped his cock through his pants. She pulled and squeezed and rubbed his balls for a couple of minutes. Finally, she sat down on his lap, planting her pussy against the head of his rigid cock. She started rocking back and forth, rubbing him against her clit while she leaned forward and kissed him and whispered in his ear. He started lifting his hips, trying to thrust against her, but with his pants on, he wasn’t able to do very much.

  After a while, Karen slid back on his thighs, nearly to his knees. She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She grabbed the waistband and very slowly pulled down his zipper as Thuy and Crystal gathered on either side of him.

  Once Karen had his zipper all the way down, Thuy reached into his fly. She managed to find the opening in his underwear and pulled his erect penis free of his clothing.

  I was impressed. It was most handsome, straight and long and thick. From the sounds they made, the women seemed to be impressed, too.

  Thuy stroked him a few times. Then Crystal leaned over and started sucking him.

  “Enjoy it while you can, Markus,” Sean called. “That’s probably the last blow-job you’ll ever get.”

  Everyone laughed. The groom smiled beneath his blindfold and gave an exaggerated nod. I understood why. I had seen his wife-to-be only once, and I didn’t know much about her except that she was a petite, prissy blonde from an old missionary family. Her personality reminded me of Penelope Witherspoon, Dan Aykroyd’s fiancé in Trading Places. She was the kind of woman who, as my grandmother used to put it, wouldn’t say “shit” if she had a mouth full.

  Karen slid off of his knees and leaned forward to grasp
the waistband of his pants. At first, he resisted letting her pull them off. But Thuy reached down past Crystal’s cheek and grabbed his balls. She pulled upward, and his ass came up off the chair enough for Karen to pull down his pants, along with his underwear. She worked them down his legs and pulled them off over his socks.

  Karen pushed his knees apart and knelt down between them. She kissed her way up his inner thigh. Crystal was still sucking him, and Thuy was feeding him one of her nipples. When Karen got to his crotch, she rubbed faces with Crystal as she stuck out her tongue and gave his balls an exaggerated lick. He looked like he was about to explode.

  Apparently the women sensed the same thing. They abruptly stopped sucking and licking him. Thuy started rubbing her hands all over his nearly-naked body, and the other two women followed suit, touching him everywhere but his cock and balls.

  Crystal leaned over and whispered in Karen’s ear. Karen nodded and straddled him with her back to him. She planted her butt against his stomach and slid down onto his lap until his shaft was pressed tight against her folds, with the head sticking out between her legs. She rubbed the tip of his cock with her fingertips. I could see that they were slippery with precum.

  Thuy knelt between his knees and leaned forward. She captured his cock with her lips and began to suck. Each time her mouth slid down his dick, her nose pressed against Karen’s clit. A couple of times, Thuy quit sucking him and licked Karen instead. Markus probably didn’t know what was going on, but it drove the other guys wild.

  Karen swung her leg over Thuy’s head and got off of the groom’s lap. She turned around and started kissing him while she pressed her bare breasts against his chest. Crystal reached between his thighs and cupped his balls. While Thuy continued to suck him, Karen was locked in a French kiss with him.

  He started to buck with his hips. Thuy grasped the base of his cock while she continued to suck. Crystal massaged his balls. Finally, with a cry and a shake of his head, he exploded his load into Thuy’s mouth. She kept sucking and Crystal kept massaging his balls until he had finished spurting.

  Thuy slid back from between his legs. She opened her mouth and turned in a circle so that all the guys could see the pool of his semen on her tongue. Then she pulled Crystal over to her. Crystal leaned her head back and opened her mouth. Thuy positioned her mouth directly above Crystal’s and opened her lips. The groom’s semen streamed down into Crystal’s mouth. The final bit dribbled down her chin.

  Crystal made a big show of swallowing as the guys cheered. Thuy leaned over and licked the dribble off of Crystal’s chin. The two women kissed and swirled their tongues together.

  Karen gave the groom a final kiss on the lips, and the other two women kissed his cheeks. Then they waved to the guys and disappeared into the master bedroom.

  Sean found the releases on the handcuffs and set Markus free. He gave a sheepish grin as he pulled off the blindfold and pulled up his pants.

  Just about the time he finished dressing, Thuy cracked open the master bedroom door and waved me over. “Strip show over,” she said as I stepped into the bedroom. “But okay we stay little bit? Make more money?”

  I could only guess at what she had in mind, but I was pretty sure it would involve sex in some form. I assumed that Crystal would participate as well, but I didn’t know what to do about Karen. Since all three of them were riding with me, Karen was stuck there until the other two were ready to go. I didn’t want her to feel forced into participating in whatever Thuy had in mind for making more money.

  “It’s okay with me,” I said, “but I don’t know about Karen.”

  Karen overheard. “What’s happening?” she asked.

  “I’m not really sure,” I said. “I imagine that some of the guys will go back to playing poker. Thuy and Crystal want to stay for a while and try to pick up some more money.”

  “Oh, okay. Well, it’s okay with me if we stay awhile,” she said. “Maybe I can be a good-luck charm for one of the poker players.”

  I had a vision of her as one of those women in Vegas, hanging onto a high-roller, collecting tips whenever she brought him luck. “Okay,” I said. “I guess we can stay awhile longer.”

  By the time I went back out to the party, some of the guys had headed home. Probably married and on a short leash. The rest were gathering around the table to play poker. I decided I might as well join in. I took the chair directly across the table from Markus. The guy next to me was the big guy who had been molesting Karen during the lap dances. He reeked of beer. As I sat down, he turned and offered a huge hand.

  “Hi. I’m Ed. I’m the groom’s older brother.”

  So that’s why he had a familiar look about him. There was a vague family resemblance.

  “You’re the one who got the dancers, huh?” Ed asked.

  I nodded.

  “Great job!” he said, clapping me on the shoulder with a huge paw. “I don’t know where you found them, but they’re great. Especially the haole one. What’s her name again?”

  “Karen.”

  “That’s right. Karen. You know, she let me feel her up pretty good when they were doing the lap dancing.” He looked toward the bedroom door. “Are they going home now?”

  “No, I think they’re going to hang around awhile and watch us play poker. Maybe collect a few tips for being good-luck charms.”

  “Oh, man.” Ed rubbed his crotch. “Maybe Karen will be my good-luck charm.” He leaned toward me and lowered his voice. “I hear some of these dancers fuck for money. How much will it cost me to bang Karen tonight?”

  My stomach jumped, and I had to fight my natural desire to tell him she wasn’t a real dancer…that she belonged to me. I shrugged. “I just hired them to dance. Anything else you’ll have to take up directly with them.”

  Ed grunted and nodded his head as the first hand was dealt.

  We had played several hands by the time the women came out of the bedroom. They were dressed again, in a manner of speaking. Thuy and Crystal were wearing bikinis under tight lace mini dresses. Karen was wearing the same bright-red, skin-tight dress she had worn that time she had pretended to be a hooker picking up her husband and me in the hotel bar.

  In front, the dress plunged to her navel, exposing the bulge of her breasts and barely covering her nipples. In back, what little there was clung to her ass like it was painted on. She clearly was wearing neither bra nor panties.

  Karen’s dress had all of the guys drooling. But I had mixed feelings. The dress was a real turn-on, but it also reminded me of the depressing way that other night had ended, with Karen in the shower in her husband’s arms while I slipped out the door and went home alone. I wondered if this night would leave me feeling the same way.

  Ed leaned toward me and said, “Fuck! Look at that dress! That little bitch is selling it for sure.”

  I had to admit it looked that way. I wondered if Karen knew what kind of signals she was sending. She obviously intended to put herself on display. But did she really realize how the guys would interpret the way she was exposing herself? If she had put on her street clothes and hung around, they might not have made much of it. But surely she didn’t think she could flaunt herself in that dress without half the guys in the room thinking she was offering to fuck them. I wondered just how far she was prepared to go.

  Karen sashayed directly to the groom. She stood behind his chair and draped her arms around his shoulders. She leaned over, pressing her breasts against his back, and whispered in his ear. He smiled and nodded and scooted his chair back. Karen stepped around between his legs and sat on his thigh. She leaned against him and wrapped her arm around his neck.

  “My good luck charm,” he announced.

  “Don’t you have to rub her for luck?” one of the guys asked.

  Markus ran his hand down her waist and rubbed her ass. Karen pulled his hand up to her chest. She pressed it against her breast and moved it around in a circle. He caught her nipple and squeezed.

  “Lucky bastard!” Ed
muttered. I smiled to myself. I wasn’t happy that the groom was all over her, but I was pleased that Karen seemed to be safely out of Ed’s grasp.

  I looked around to see what had become of the other women. Thuy was standing between a couple of guys with her hands on their shoulders. Each of them was rubbing one of her “lucky” breasts.

  Just as I turned to look for Crystal, I felt her arms around my shoulders and her warm breath in my ear. “No worry about Karen. I make you very lucky tonight. I guarantee.”

  I just nodded. I couldn’t form a coherent thought. My stomach was in a knot, watching Karen hanging all over the groom, and my balls were aching in response to Crystal’s words.

  “That one you’ve got is pretty hot, too,” Ed said as he glanced back at Crystal. “Think she’ll let you fuck her?”

  I barely shrugged my shoulders. I was tiring of his boorish behavior.

  Ed nodded across the table toward Karen as he rubbed his crotch again. “Well, one way or the other, I’m gonna fuck her tonight.”

  One way or the other? I didn’t like the sound of that. Maybe I was being too sensitive, but it almost sounded as if he might force himself on her. I decided I had better keep my wits about me.

  We played poker for a couple of hours. All three women managed to accumulate quite a bit of money bringing “luck” to the players. Thuy and Crystal worked their way around from guy to guy, sitting on their laps, fondling them under the table, and allowing their hands to roam at will. Karen stayed with Marcus the whole time. She held his cards while he placed bets with one hand and fondled her with the other. Most of the time, he had his hand inside her dress, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. But from time to time, he slipped his hand down beneath the table. From the way Karen squirmed, I assumed he was stroking her bare pussy.

  Each time Marcus won a hand, he pulled a couple of bills out of the pot and stuffed them between Karen’s tits. She plucked them out, folded them, and tucked them inside her dress.

  Marcus was drinking Captain Morgan and Coke. Every couple of minutes, Karen picked it up and took a sip. It disappeared quickly. The bartender seemed to be bringing them a fresh drink every other hand.