The Bachelor Party Pub Crawl

by Just Plain Bob

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Furry, Cheating, Gang Bang, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Sex Story: His future bride didn't want a stripper at his bachelor party so we took the party to the strippers.

I don't know if I will ever forget that night. I know that on the one hand I hope to God I never do, while on the other I know it might be best if I did. It was the most sexually exciting event of my life and one I would dearly love to happen again. But at the same time it showed me how easy it was to cross a line and I'm not sure that I want to go through the rest of my life knowing that.

It started when Monte went to a knee in front of Daphne and proposed. Five months later it was time for the bachelor party. Harry, Monte's best friend and Best Man designate, started to put the party together. First there was the list of who to invite. The final list had fourteen names on it. Next he had to find a place big enough to accommodate fourteen cigar chomping, beer drinking, card-playing guys and still have enough room left over where the obligatory stripper could perform. Some negotiating, mostly with Dave's wife, secured Dave's house for the event. Dave's wife graciously (never did find out what Harry offered her) offered to spend the night over at her sister's.

Next Harry huddled with Monte over what he would like in the way of a stripper. Daphne was a drop dead gorgeous five foot nine raven haired beauty with legs that went on forever, but her tits, while perfectly fine for her body size, were not really all that large. That fact alone made some of us wonder how Monte and Daphne ended up together since Monte was an out and out tit man -the bigger the better! He had often been heard to say that if they didn't have tits big enough to serve as pillows they weren't worth having around. So Harry came out of the huddle with his marching orders; find a stripper with humongous tits because once married big tits would be a thing of the past for Monte. Harry hit four different agencies before he found what he wanted. Blonde, five foot two and with 42DD tits.

Everything was set, Harry had all his ducks lined up in a row and everyone was looking forward to the party. And then Daphne threw shit into the game. There would be NO, repeat, NO strippers at the party.

"I've heard plenty about what strippers do at bachelor parties" she told Harry, "and I will not allow that to happen to Monte. If he comes to me after some slut has stripped for him, given him a lap dance and a blow job the wedding is off!"

The word slowly filtered through the rest of us and the outcome was predictable. "What!? No stripper? You can't have a bachelor party without a stripper."

There was a lot of grumbling and one or two of the guys even talked about trying to talk Monte out of marrying a 'puritanical bitch' like Daphne. It was Jerry who came up with the idea.

"Is it the stripper she objects to, or is it the thought that the stripper might give Monte a blow job and maybe even a last fuck with a big-titted woman?"

The consensus was that it was the possible sex that Daphne was against. "So," Jerry said, "How about instead of the stripper coming to us, we go to the stripper?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Harry.

"We have two weeks before the party. Make a list of all the strip bars in town, split the list up among the guys and then everyone go to the places on their lists and check them out. Find the bars that have the girls with the biggest tits and on the night of the party we will go on a pub crawl and hit all the bars that have girls with big tits. Instead of one lap dance we can get Monte a half dozen and it will all be out in public so no sex will happen. Daphne can't be upset with that."

We all thought that would be a great idea and then Harv threw ice water on it. "Three or four cars running all over town from bar to bar? I don't know guys. The odds are pretty good that one of us will get stopped for driving under the influence."

That put a damper on things, but once again it was Jerry to the rescue. "We won't go in separate cars. We will hire a limo."

"No way man," Harv said, "You can't get fourteen guys in a limo."

"So we find a limo service with one of those mini-busses."

Harry said he would look into it and two days later Monte's Bachelor Party Pub Crawl was on.

We all met at Dave's place because he had enough room for all of us to park. At six the big, white mini-bus pulled up out front and the driver got out and opened the doors for us. I can't speak for the rest of the guys, but as for me, she took my breath away. That's right - she. We had been under the impression that the driver was going to be the man who owned the company and what we got was a beautiful blond who stood almost six foot tall in her high heeled pumps.

Besides the pumps, her uniform differed from a male chauffeur's uniform in that she was wearing a skirt instead of trousers. The skirt wasn't a mini, but it still showed an ample amount of extremely shapely leg. Being a leg man and having high heels as one of my biggest turn ons I was quick to seize the day.

While she was busy telling everybody that the regular driver, her husband, had been taken sick with food poisoning I was busy staking out the front seat as mine. No way was I not going to do whatever I had to do to get myself where I could feast my eyes on those legs. When she got everybody loaded on the bus and then slid under the stearing wheel I knew that I had made the right choice. Her skirt slid up to mid thigh and I got a woodie. She turned to talk to the guys in back and as she did her eyes swept past me and I know she noticed the tent in my trousers because there was a minute pause in her turn followed by the ghost of a smile on her face. Once she was facing the back she said:

"My husband told me what the plan for the night was, but I have never been to a titty bar so you guys are going to have to guide me. Where to?"

That announcement brought out a bunch of hoots and hollers and a few ribald remarks, a couple of which caused Christina to blush. Harry told her where our first stop was and she started the bus and we headed out to begin the night.

While everyone had been getting on the bus Harry and Harv had loaded three picnic coolers full of beer and by the time the bus pulled up in front of the Landing Strip Lounge everyone had downed at least two. The group was getting a little on the rowdy side and I almost felt sorry for Christina, but she was putting up with it and I somehow got the impression that she was kind of liking the attention she was getting.

We all piled off the bus and Chris said that she was going to recline her seat and take a nap and that we should wake her up when we were ready to go.

"Oh no" said Jerry, "You are part of the group and you are going in with us."

She protested, but the rest of the guys followed Jerry's lead and she was pulled out of the bus. Dave took her chauffeur's cap off and long blond hair cascaded down and almost reached her ass. Next it was get her jacket off as Dave said:

"Can't have you looking like the hired help."

The jacket off Christina stood there looking nervously around as all of us stood there and drooled. The jacket had been loose and bulky and had served to hide the magnificent upper body that did justice to the gorgeous legs below. I stood there looking at her wondering why the hell I should go into the Landing Strip and pay good money to see something that wasn't going to be half as nice naked as what I was looking at fully clothed. But the crew surged toward the door of the Landing Strip pulling Christina along with them and I had no choice but to follow.

The high spot of our time at the Landing Strip wasn't Monte getting huge ta-tas rubbed all over his face during the three lap dances we bought him (although he did enjoy the hell out of them). No, the high spot was the lap dance we bought Christina. She had blushed like hell when the dancer's tits rubbed against hers and when the dancer had kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear and she might have been embarrassed at the start, but she had loved it. She was a different person when we left the Strip and climbed on the bus to head off to the next strip club. She was a little looser with the guys and even exchanged a wisecrack or two with them. As soon as we were on the bus everyone got a beer from the coolers (except Chris of course) and we headed for the Pink Pussy Cat Lounge.

We didn't have to try and talk Chris into going into the Pussy Cat with us - she led the charge. She wanted to have one drink with us, but we wouldn't let her. We still had three more clubs to go to after the Pussy Cat and we told her we would let her have a few when we got to the last one. Lack of alcohol didn't slow her down one bit as she was as loud as the rest of us. Monte got two more face rubs as we all cheered the busty ladies on and then it was back out to the bus, more beers from the coolers and then we were on our way to the Carnival Club.

Monte got three lap dances at the Carnival, but the high point at the club was Christina again. We were sitting there cheering on the girl who was assaulting Monte with her 42DDs when a guy came up to us and asked Christina what time her set was. "Set?" she asked.

"Yeah? When are you on? I'm saving all my money for a lap dance from you honey" and he pointed at a table. "I'm sitting right over there. I'm a big tipper honey, you won't be sorry for doing me first."

That set up a raucous chorus of, "Do it Chris, do it Chris, make us proud Chris." You can never be sure about these things, but I'd bet good money that from the light in her eyes that if she would have had a few drinks in her she would have done it. The guys were still chanting, "Do it Chris, do it" when the stripper who had been giving Monte his lap dance came over and said:

"You should think about it honey. You got the looks for it and we are looking for new girls."

"How much would I make?"

"Depends on how hard you want to work at it honey. Anywhere from four hundred to a thousand a night."

"Oh wow" Chris said, licking her lips.

Would she? I was almost sure that she would, but before I could find out Harry called out:

"Okay everybody, all aboard the bus for the next stop."

We all got back on the bus and I grabbed the front seat again. Chris slid behind the wheel and wiggled around on the seat until her skirt had ridden up so high that I could just barely see a hint of her panties. She saw me looking and she winked at me and smiled at me for a second or two and then said:

"Okay, where to next?"

"The Top Hat Gentleman's Club" Harry said and gave her directions.

On the way the guys hit the beer coolers again. I passed on having another one. I was beginning to think of taking a shot at Chris and I didn't want to be too impaired when I did it.

What with the beers from the coolers and the drinks they had had at the clubs we'd been to the guys were feeling no pain when we got to the Top Hat. They weren't really drunk, just very, very rowdy. We hadn't been at the Top Hat five minutes when the girl giving Jimmy a lap dance hauled off and slapped him, got up and stormed off. A minute later a bouncer came to the table and politely reminded us all of the rules - you were not allowed to touch the girls with your hands. Ten minutes later the girl giving Carl a lap dance jumped up and called him a fucking asshole and thirty seconds later three bouncers politely escorted us out of the club.

"That ended way too soon," Danny said. "I got an idea. How about you do a strip and lap dances for us Chris?"

All of a sudden the guys all had money in their hands and they were waving it and chanting, "Do it Chris, do it, do it."

Carl said, "I've got four hundred her Chris and it's all yours."

"I've got two fifty" Jimmy chimed in and Ralph said he had three hundred."

Christina was saying, "I can't" and "Hubby wouldn't like it" and "Sorry, but that just isn't part of the service."

More money was flashed and the "I cant's" were gone and she was saying things like, "I wouldn't be any good at it" and "I really don't know how." The guys kept working on her and there was an instant there when I thought she was going to do it. It was like we were holding our breath waiting for her to start dancing and then suddenly it was gone. She gave a dismissive wave and sat down behind the wheel and asked where to next.

Harry started to tell her how to get to the next place on the list when Monte interrupted him.

"I've got an idea, let's raid Daphne's batchelorette party."

Everyone thought that would be fun so Monte gave Chris directions. Daphne was having her going away shindig at the home of her best friend Kate. We pulled up in front of the house and all piled out. Chris said she would wait and we told her no.

"You are part of our group sweetie and where we go, you go."

Monte tried the front door but it was locked so as quietly as we could manage the whole herd of us went around the side of the house and through the gate in the privacy fence. As we got closer to the back of the house we heard the sounds of partying. We heard:

"Do it, do it, do it," being chanted by a bunch of female voices and a "You go girl" and a "Way to go Daphne, way to go."

We came around the corner of the house to see a large covered patio. There were a dozen women sitting in chairs watching and cheering as a naked Daphne on her hands and knees sucked the cock of a man in front of her while another man was behind her sliding his cock back and forth in her pussy. Both men had the parts of police uniforms on and there was a large boom box on the table playing music. It looked like they were male strippers hired to do what Daphne wouldn't allow at Monte's party.

Almost at the same time Carl said, "Oh fuck!" Dave said, "Jesus Christ!" Jimmy said, "Worthless cunt!" and Harry said, "Fucking whore!"

The women all turned to face us and one of them said, "Oh my God." Monte just stood there and stared at his intended for several seconds and then he turned and headed back to the bus. Daphne either didn't hear what went on or she was so caught up in what she was doing that she didn't care. She was still sucking and getting fucked as we all turned and followed Monte back to the bus.

I was walking next to Chris and she said, "Was that her?"

I nodded a yes and she said, "Oh sweet Jesus, that poor guy."

It was a somber and sober group on the bus on the way back to Dave's house. Monte was sitting there and staring out the window and saying nothing as the guys said things like:

"Better you found out now buddy, instead of after you got married."

We were almost to Dave's when I had the thought and I leaned over and whispered to Christina:

"Would you like to help ease his pain and make a grand in doing it?"

"What do you mean? How?"

"Do a strip and give him a lap dance. Take his mind off of her."

She looked up into the rear view and looked at Monte and then she nodded and said, "Okay, but on one condition."

"Name it."

"You all have to promise that my husband never learns of it. No one except those that are here right now ever knows about it."

"You got it."

I turned and said, "Listen up guys. Dig your cash out. Christina is going to do a strip and give Monte a lap dance" and then I told them the condition. A loud chorus of Yea's followed and when we got to Dave's we all trooped of the bus and went into the house. Dave set up the stereo system and Chris picked out a CD. It was the sound track from "Coyote Ugly" and she handed it to Dave, he put it in the player and pushed the button.

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