The following is an authentic account of my stag weekend trip to Marmaris, Turkey.
Our group of ten guys, who ranged in age from twenty to sixty, arrived at the airport ready for our flight. All of us had on matching T-shirts and denim shorts; mine had the word "groom" written in big letters along with the Marmaris bachelor party, while the others had Dick's drinking party Marmaris and the date on them.
There were other groups of hens and stags in the airport bar, but Chloe's hen party in Marmaris caught our attention. About twelve stunning women were there, all dressed in very short white skirts, white pumps, and T-shirts with the details emblazoned on them.
The bride's mother, a stunning woman in her mid-forties with short blonde hair and nearly exact resemblance to the equally gorgeous bride in her early twenties, caught my attention.
The other ladies in the group, who were all extremely attractive, began mingling with our group in the airport lounge bar.
The mother of the bride's enormous chest drew my attention. Her tight T-shirt accentuated her bust, which must have been at least a DDD cup.
She identified herself as Linda and pointed to Chloe, her 22-year-old daughter who was soon to be married. The lead bridesmaid, Charlie, was only eighteen, slender, with long brown hair, and at least six inches taller than Linda. She then pointed out her mother, Sheila, who was sixty-seven but appeared to be in her fifties, dressed in a grandmother of the bride T-shirt and a slightly longer skirt. Sheila was as gorgeous as her family members, though she was much smaller at only five feet, medium in build, with short, dark hair and bright blue eyes.
I introduced myself and my sixty-four-year-old father, Dave, who was fifty pounds heavier and somewhat taller than me. Dad was in good physical shape for his age.
When I turned to face my dad and followed his line of sight, I saw that he was fixed on Linda's enormous breasts. She was either a little uncomfortable with this or proud of her chest because she was moving her t-shirt to highlight how amazing a pair she had.
We talked for a while before having to board one of the later flights from Gatwick, which meant flying through the night and arriving in Turkey at two in the morning.
We agreed to meet up after learning that our hotels were quite close to one another and that we had both reserved rooms at a nightclub in Ichmeler for the same night of our trip.
We promised to stay in touch and exchange numbers before getting on the plane. I was looking forward to seeing the bride's mother and her daughters again, even though I had no expectations.
A few hours into the flight, as I was drifting off to sleep, I noticed that my younger brother Jake and father, who were seated next to each other, were eager to continue talking and drinking. Since Linda and Charlie wanted some quiet time and a few hours of sleep before we arrived, I was happy when they asked if Dad and Jake could switch seats with them. I had the window seat.
I had already asked for a blanket because it was getting chilly, and Linda and Charlie had brought their own.
When Linda rested her head on my shoulder, we fell asleep together as if we were long-time friends.
Someone was holding and massaging my cock in a dream that I thought I was having, but it was not a dream. Under the blanket, Linda was stroking my cock through my shorts with her hand on my lap.
Nobody should miss an opportunity. I pretended to ignore it and pretended to be asleep, even though my cock was too big to conceal and was stiff in my shorts.
I sensed my shorts' zipper being lowered, a hand sliding inside, and some long, thin fingers encircling my pole.
All of this was taking place beneath two blankets in the dark. After releasing the top button, which allowed her complete access to my erection, Linda whispered in my ear, "We need to meet up. I want this, no, I need this," she said.
I did not move while she was pumping me so as not to attract the stewards' attention when they walked by.
What are you doing, Linda? Charlie asked, as I heard her say.
When Linda raised the blanket, she turned on her phone and demonstrated her actions to Charlie. Charlie exclaimed, "Mum, that is huge!" "If dad could see you, what would he say?
"We are on a hen, everything stays here," Linda remarked. chuckling.
"Let him sit in the middle so I can touch it too," Charlie remarked.
My shorts were too loose, so I moved very carefully to switch places with Linda so they would not fall down.
Charlie took my cock in her hand and gave me a light pump after her mother let her slide her hand under the blanket. She was grinning broadly and whispering, "I have never held one this big before; it is huge," Her face was a picture.
Charlie released me and whispered to Linda, “Chloe needs to see this.”
Charlie got up from her seat and started to walk down the aircraft. A short while later, Chloe showed up in her spot; she had obviously been briefed. As soon as she sat down, her mobile phone torch was on, and the blanket raised, allowing her to peer beneath it and exclaim, "God, it is massive," After turning off the torch, she reached under the blanket and wrapped her small hand around my entire length. She barely held it for a second before beginning to vigorously pump her hand up and down the whole length while still holding it firmly.
Fearing that I might shoot my load in an accident, I had to ask her to stop. With no intention of stopping, Chloe looked around the quiet, dark plane. She gave Linda a nod, and then she lifted the armrest that separated us and dipped her head under the blanket. Linda gave me a blowjob and Chloe kept an eye on me while she pumped my cock. I was only able to hold on for a brief moment before I poured my load down her throat. I sat down and did my best to pump her mouth until I was empty, all the while holding her head in place.
As Linda came out from under the blanket, grinning and licking her lips, Chloe said, "Well done, mum. How was he?"
"In the coming days, you will undoubtedly discover that he was fantastic." She answered.
They let me get dressed and put my cock away. I thought you read about this stuff, but it never happened to you, and nothing more was said about what had just occurred.
The group dispersed after we landed. We each had plans for the day, but we decided to get together the next day on the beach for drinks and games like beach volleyball.
Later that day, I felt my phone vibrate and noticed that it was a message from Linda. I was surprised to see some pictures that were attached to the message, including one of my cock with hands wrapped around it, another of my cock in its nude state, and a video of Linda sucking me and immediately displaying a large amount of semen in her mouth, which she then swallowed.
"I hope this is the first of many, and Sheila wants to know if your dad has a big cock," said the message.
It was the message's content that shocked and surprised me. I responded, "You would be surprised. I can go for hours and satisfy all of you if that is what you want. As for my dad, he has a fatter but shorter cock than mine, and my younger brother, who is only eighteen, has a longer but thinner cock than mine.
On day two, I got up at six and went for a solo run before meeting the guys for breakfast. I met Linda while I was running; she had the same idea and used the long, safe promenade in Marmaris for a run while her group was still asleep.
We enjoyed each other's company while jogging and talking, pausing at a pub for a well-earned coffee before returning.
We discussed our parents and made plans to get them together for some fun. She mentioned that she and Charlie, her young daughter, would both like to meet Jake because they both have a thing for big cocks.
We made plans to meet later, so we jogged back and went back to our hotels. She thought it was a great idea that I suggested we rent a jet ski together for some fun later, provided she could be the pilot, of course, and I agreed.
We played volleyball and other games on the beach before it got too hot to do anything but lounge and sip drinks. It was a great day for both groups.
My dad and Sheila were getting along well when they actually vanished together and did not come back.
Linda took over the controls of the jet ski that we rented together. Rather than holding her by the waist, I undid her life jacket and cupped her bikini-clad breasts to prevent her from falling off. She did not object when I moved my hands beneath her bikini to tweet her hard, stubby nipples. She also liked it when my erection was snug against her buttocks and nestled between her butt cheeks.
We were a good distance from the shore when Linda reduced the speed of the jet ski to a crawl. Since there were no other jet skis in the area, she reached down my trunks, grabbed my cock, and gave it a nice, slow pump.
We were bouncing around in the rough waters when, after a few minutes, we noticed a speed boat from the rental centre heading our way. Linda put my cock away, throttled up, and we were off again.
Most of the guys in our group were doing various water sports, like banana boat rides and getting dragged by speed boats in big plastic couches, and hanging out with the girls in pairs.
Following the jet ski, Chloe and I went parasailing, which entailed wearing parachutes, being hoisted into the air miles off the coast, and being pulled along by a speedboat.
For fun, we asked to perform it nude. We explained that we were getting married, but not to each other, and that the event was being recorded as a keepsake. Nobody would be able to see us because we would be more than a mile offshore.
The rental centre gave it some thought before deciding to accept. When we got to the seaside location for our experience, two employees assisted us in boarding the speedboat and putting on our parachute harnesses.
Helping Chloe was something they both enjoyed doing, and when they caressed her bare breasts, her nipples stiffened in the cool air.
They were not as happy when I had to tighten the straps around my big, fat cock.
The camera was set up to record while fastened to the harness as we were hoisted into the air and our bare bodies were photographed.
For about twenty minutes, we floated hundreds of feet above the water below as the boat travelled up and down a stretch of water between islands off the coast of Marmaris, dragging us along behind.