BettyJane is getting married. Bachelorette party. Whole-Lotta-Cock Club. Can't get out of it. She's danced down to the Bride's Throne, surrounded by oiled-up muscle and speedo-straining cocks, the girls shrieking "Do Them ALL!" I'm startled by a finger grazing my neck. She smiles and flicks of her head, then walks away with her empty drinks tray. In a hidden corner, her lips find mine and my fingers her ready cunt. Cheeri...
The women laughed and whistled in a sense of triumph. Not only did they find him sexy, but having this power over a man was an empowering satisfaction . “Well! Since Amanda was so gracious as to hand him off to me, we should let her do the honors!” Sara suggested. “Amanda, it is! Here you go.” Chelsea directed as she handed Amanda the towel. Amanda rested a hand on his thigh, as she brought the drooping towel to him. Wast...
It was the night of his fiance's bachelorette party. James had been sent away to his parents house, where he sat impatiently. Watching movies, playing video games: he did whatever he could to take his mind off of it. James could be a bit of a jealous man. Not that he could ever bring himself to confrontation, but he was not shy with voicing his feelings when he and Chelsea were alone. James imagined all the things they mi...
