Last Night of Freedom = Lifetime of Freedom - my ending to Catesby's Last Night of Freedom, from 2002.
Catesby's own resolution of the story was distasteful to me. The bride to be, on her last night of freedom sucks off a stripper, dances nude for half the town, and fucks the best man and groomsmen, doing things for all of them she'd never done with her fiancee. Such a darling bride to be...
In this version, Behavior has consequences.
There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps.
I don't want to step on too many toes, and hijacking an author's work is not what I'm intending. It's just that so many authors start up and then disappear. They do comeback, so I'm not going to jump on a story after a few months of inactivity. So here's what I've made as my own criteria for completing a story.
1) Writer has not submitted anything in over 2 years
2) The story has not been added to in at least 3 years
3) Story comments indicating a desire for the story to continue
4) Interesting enough premise to make it worth while to continue
Irritating enough that it makes me want to respond
The alarm went off, and I woke immediately. In spite of my wild night, of which I was feeling a little guilty, I was energized. It was the day of my wedding!
Tom wasn't in the chair where I'd left him last night. No surprise, since I knew it was his plan to get together with Ray and the groomsmen to go to the church together. The wedding was at 11:00 am, the second of four in a row, so we couldn't be late.
I took a cab to my sister Jan's where I showered. I was a little nervous when I saw myself in the mirror. The boys hadn't been gentle. I had small bruises and scratch marks all over my tits, thighs and ass. I rubbed a little toothpaste on them, I heard that helped. I'd have to make sure that my wedding night was a little dark. Wouldn't be good for Tom to see the evidence of my last night of freedom.
The hairdresser was there to make sure I looked my best. She was going to take care of all of us. My bridesmaids were bitching about their dresses, but hey! It was MY day. I was supposed to be the most beautiful, get over it.
Jan was giving me a hard time about leaving the strip joint so early. I told her I'd managed to get my 100 kisses, and she practically called me a liar. I knew the truth, but wasn't going to share everything. Not even with Jan. I mean, getting kissed, groped and felt up by a hundred men was one thing, even sucking a stripper's cock and swallowing was questionable, but typical for a hen night. Letting them know I'd been fucked by all but one of the groomsmen, that might be just a teeny-tiny bit overdoing it.
Nope. That was going to remain my little secret.
Kelly was laughing that I'd wimped out. The one cock I'd gotten shoved in my mouth must have scared me off. Again, I just gave her my enigmatic smile. I'd gotten my last night of freedom, and then some! All holes open, all comers welcome. One, or should I make that three, last shots for all. I'd been wild, but I was ready to settle down. I had a good man, and was willing to play it straight from then on.
The teasing was turned back on Jan, who it turned out had not only enjoyed the attention of the stripper, but one of his friends as well. Now I knew why she was walking to tentatively that morning. I wouldn't be the only one taking baby steps down the aisle. Seriously? Two 12 inch cocks? That was more than all three of my boy-toys combined. I didn't feel so bad.
By the time we were all ready, the limo had arrived to take us to the church. I could see the building was already filling with our friends and family. Mom met me at the door, and she and Jan took me inside for final preparations before the big moment.
"You look so beautiful," Mom told me, tears in her eyes. "We were all so worried for you back when you where a little slut. Didn't know if you'd ever settle down."
"Mom!" I squealed. "I wasn't a slut! I dated a bit."
She rolled her eyes. "Please, Sally. Everyone knows what you were. Tom is the best thing that ever happened to you. He's a good man, with a great job and a real future. Not like most of these useless gits."
"He's the lucky one, Mom. I'm a catch," I reminded her.
Mom laughed. "Baby, I love you, but there's a reason you were single for so long, and that Tom took a year to get around to marrying you. You're a lovely woman, but most men don't want to marry the good-time girl. If not for him, you'd still be the easy-slut, end-of-the-night pickup in the pub, and standing at the market counter 8 hours a day for minimum wage."
"I can't believe you'd say that to me! I'm hardly a good-time girl."
"No, you're not anymore, thank God. We can all thank Tom for that. Now if we could only find someone to bang the tramp out of your sister," Mom teased.
It was Jan's turn to whine. "I'm young, Mom. I'm supposed to be sampling life. I'm only 23. I'm in no hurry."
Mom shrugged. "I don't understand you girls these days. Sampling life. Just don't sample too much, or you'll chase away every decent man for a hundred miles all around."
The knock on the door came, and Jan and Mom left. Mom had to take her seat down front, and it was Jan's turn to walk down the aisle. Just not all the way to the front. Not this time. This was my day. It would be perfect.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was gorgeous. And I was going to make sure that my husband was rewarded tonight like nobody's business. Hell, I'd even swallow his spunk. Least I could do, since I did it for Bill, John and Ray. I'd even give him my ass, if it wasn't too sore. The boys had hammered that pretty well the night before. Come to think of it, he should appreciate that, warming it up for him.
The memories had me dripping in my little lace wedding thong. God, I was horny. Yeah, Tom was going to have his work cut out for him. Even his solid 8 inches was going to have a tough time keeping up with the three 7 inchers from the last night.
The knock came at the door, and I was guided out to the end of the long center aisle. "Little steps," I was reminded, as the woman arranged my train.
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