I did something at my bachelorette party that I thought was totally shameful at the time. It was really out of character for me but it turned out to be one of those life-changing experiences.
Ted was my fiancée and my first lover. I went to bed with him the night we got engaged. It was a nice experience but certainly not spectacular. We had sex fairly regularly after that and it got a little better. I mentioned this to Carla, a friend of mine who had the reputation of being a little too much fun at a party.
She told me she would show me something at my party that would help me out. My party was on a Friday night, the same as Ted’s bachelor party. We both figured we would need Saturday to recover for our Sunday afternoon wedding at St. Mark’s. St. Mark’s is a nice little parochial school where Ted and I went all 13 years.
Carla suggested the theme; we all came dressed in our parochial school clothes. Plaid skirt, white blouse, white knee socks, mary janes. Most of us looked pretty good even though a few, including me, had shortened those skirts way beyond what was allowed in high school.
A dozen of us partied at Carla’s house. We had a great time and drank to much. There were presents, of course. Some were nice and some were definitely naughty. Just before midnight, Carla asked if I was ready for my special present.
“OK, ” I said, just a little nervous about what she might have in mind.
She said she knew about my secret lust for cowboys and it was way past time to meet one. She started some music and a huge black man strutted down the stairs. He was dressed in tight jeans, a cowboy hat, boots, a western shirt and one of those long, black dusters. He had a six-gun strapped to his waist and he was carrying a rope.
He started to dance around me – he was one of those male strippers. The girls were urging him on, laughing and giggling at my embarrassment as he stripped to a little red thong. I couldn’t help but notice that the thong was concealing something massive.
He kept taunting me about being a “virgin” bride. He danced me around the room, sliding his hands around. grabbing a feel every now and then. Soon he was kneeling at my feet. He leaned back with his legs spread and said, “Let me teach this young virgin bride what’s going to happen Sunday night.” Your man is going to grab you….he’s going to take your fine young body straight to bed.”
The other girls were laughing at my embarrassment and urging him on.
“He’s going to kiss you all over….and then….and then….he’s going to do this!”
He thrust his hips up several times, simulating sex.
“And what are you going to do my little virgin bride? You’re going to do the SAME thing! Show me how you do it!”
I was blushing as I gave a little push. The girls laughed and told me I had to do better if I was going to keep a man happy.
He laughed, too. “No, baby. Do it like you mean it! You’ve got to keep him CONTENT. Now show me what you’ve got!”
He thrust his hips up several times again. This time I thrust with him.
“Ohhh, that’s the way to do it. You KNOW he’s going to love it…now show me what you got.” He stared at my pelvis. “Lift that skirt and show me what you got!” He smiled and began a slow up and down thrust in time with the music. With the girls urging me on, I caught the rhythm and began to slowly lift my skirt. I couldn’t believe I was even thinking about flashing him. I had worn very tiny bikini panties and, if I lifted my skirt much higher, he would be able to see almost everything. In a few seconds, I had lifted my skirt almost to my waist.
“Oh, yeah. . .pretty little panties.” he said. Then he said, “Watch what you’re doing to me.”
With that, he tugged at the side of his thong and it ripped away. His cock fell out and every woman in the house gasped. It almost touched the floor as it hung between his legs! He stared at a spot right at the top of the vee between my legs and began that same slow upward thrust he had done earlier. I stared at his cock and watched in amazement as it started to grow. It got harder and harder. It lifted up and began to inch its way up his stomach, stopping just short of his belly button.
It was only after he stopped that I realized two things. Mesmerized by the whole scene, I had matched him thrust for thrust as I watched him grow and I was soaking wet between the legs.
He got up to a standing ovation from the ladies, put on his duster, grabbed his clothes and went back upstairs. From the look on Carla’s face, she knew I was wet. I prayed the others hadn’t noticed.
The party broke up soon after. I was at that numb lips stage of drinking and Carla urged me to stay with her that night rather than drive home. I had the overpowering urge to pee, so I headed for the bathroom telling her I would think about it.
The downstairs bath was occupied, so I ran upstairs. When I was finished, I walked out and bumped into my black cowboy. He was wearing the duster and smiling at me.
He slowly drew his eyes up my legs until he reached by crotch. He leered at me and said, “I showed you mine, baby, now you show me yours.”
I was frightened and I told him I wasn’t interested. He smiled at me again and said, “Your mouth may say no, but these are saying yes.”
He was looking at my nipples. I hadn’t worn a bra and they were standing out under my blouse. He brought his hand up, cupping my breast and using his thumb to feel my nipple through the thin cotton.
I grabbed his hand to pull it away. He caught my hand and slowly moved it down his chest. His duster opened and I realized he was naked underneath. He kept moving my hand downward.
“I know you want to feel it, baby. Go ahead.” He kept pushing my hand downward.
I felt my hand move through the mass of rough, black hair surrounding his cock. I was powerless to stop him. I looked up at him, he was almost a foot taller and realized he was staring at the tops of my breasts.
“You have some nice white titties,” he said as I felt my hand instinctively curl around his cock. I looked down again and saw that he had a good six or seven inches sticking out above my fingers.
“Stroke it, baby, make it real hard for me.”
I was mesmerized as my hand began moving up and down, making it grow. I realized that his hand was moving under my blouse and he quickly had a nice white titty at his fingertips. He teased my nipples, making them incredibly hard then pushed hard against my breasts, flattening them as I fell against the wall. I was breathing like I had just finished running a mile and watching a thin, white drop form at the head of his cock.
He reached down and lifted my leg up high, exposing my panties as my skirt opened for him. His other hand slid between my legs, I could feel his thumb rub across my clit. He felt the wetness of the silk that was keeping his hand from reaching a spot where only my boyfriend had ever been.
“OOOOH, baby, you are one wet bitch. I’m going to make you cum so hard you’re gonna scream.”
He slipped the strap between my legs aside and roughly penetrated me with two fingers, sliding them all the way into me in one swift motion.
“Show me that motion I taught you downstairs,” he whispered as his fingers sawed into me.
I still couldn’t believe what was happening to me. It was like an out of body experience. I didn’t even know his name and a half hour after meeting him, I was willingly opening myself up to him and letting him finger fuck me in the hall way. Eagerly, I thrust forward, catching his rhythm. I was cumming like a common slut, screaming out loud as I fucked his fingers.
He pulled his fingers out of me and lifted my other leg, pinning me against the wall. I was shocked that I helped him by jumping up and spreading myself as wide as I could. He leered at me as he dipped down, rising up to penetrate me again, this time with his cock.
God help me, I wanted him to fuck me senseless right here in the hallway!
As soon as I felt his cockhead start to spread my pussy, I pushed down, trying to get all of him into my cunt as fast as possible. He held back, thrusting upwards into me an inch at a time. Every time I thought I had him all, he just smiled and flexed his hips again.
Not soon enough, I felt the last of his cock slide in and shuddered at the fantastic scratchy feeling of his rough pubic hair pinned tightly against my almost hairless opening. He sit a fuck rhythm with his voice. “Now baby….now baby….now baby….now baby.”
We thrust into each other every time he uttered the phrase. I buried my face in his chest and screamed as I came half a dozen times. I think I passed out a little. I found myself sitting on the floor. He was standing over me with his soft cock at eye level.
“Take it in your mouth,” he ordered. “Use that tongue to make it hard again.” He wiped it across my face, still wet from our fuck.
Once again, I couldn’t believe that I was doing this as my mouth opened to accept this huge cock. I had never done this before! I used my tongue to tease him to full hardness again and started to lay down on the hallway floor, opening my legs wide so he could fuck me again. He stopped me. Holding my cheeks in his hands, he began to fuck my mouth. In frustration, I used my fingers on myself and came a few seconds after he did.
I collapsed onto the floor, out of breath and thoroughly fucked. It was a few minutes before I noticed Carla had watched almost the whole thing, too! I was so humiliated.
She cleared her throat and said if I wanted to really get fucked, I should take him in the bedroom and do the whole night with him. He just smiled, patted my pussy, and left.
I was so ashamed of what I had done and so excited about the sex. I tearfully confessed to Ted on Saturday, sure he would throw me out. He was extremely turned on by the whole thing and fucked me like a man possessed. We’ve been married 2 years now. He insists that I go out once a month and find “something strange.”