Chapter 4: The Party Begins

About fifteen minutes or so went by before I heard them coming out. They were all laughing and joking, teasing Bob about the movies and warning him they had better be good. The floor shook a bit as they clambered up the ladder and immediately hit the coolers for more beers. A bottle of water suddenly appeared around the corner and dropped at my feet. I opened it and took a big swig as my mouth was dry from the hay dust. The first video started and I immediately could tell it wasn’t the type of porn my dad liked to watch. At least his had a little class to them!

I peeked though some bales and I could clearly make out what was on the screen. There was no story line or plot, it was just one scene after another of guys fucking girls. They seemed to be loving it but it just turned me off. There was nothing sexy to me to see some whore being fucked by anywhere from one to a dozen guys, just lying there letting them fuck her in every hole - and I mean EVERY hole in her body.

This only lasted about fifteen minutes when the next series started and I gasped as I realized it was women being fucked by various animals. There was a couple of dogs and one girl even sucked off a horse! It was interesting - I never realized how much cum a horse could deliver! Sexy though? Well, not for me but they sure seemed to love it. From their reactions I started to wonder if the guys even needed me! Then Bob got up and made an announcement.

“OK guys - quiet for a minute!” he shouted in order to be heard over the hooting and hollering.” The noise level dropped considerably and he continued. “Why watch movies when the real thing’s available?” he asked, spurring them on. THAT certainly got their attention as suddenly it got quiet as a church.

“We all know that tomorrow it’s John’s turn to give up the good life and join the ranks of the sexually frustrated. Well, I didn’t want him to spend his last night just watching porn and jerking off.”

Everyone started laughing at that with a few jokes such as, “Ahhhhhh, let him beat off in peace!” thrown in. Bob laughed and cut them off. “Now John, don’t say your brother never did anything for you because I have the best bachelor party present ever ... Come on out Kelly!”

I slipped around the pile of hay and everyone turned to stare at me. They started to cheer and clap, it was crazy how drunk they looked to be already and I tried to keep smiling even though I was starting to wonder if this was such a good idea. Well, I figured there was no turning back so onward I went until I was standing in front of them.

“Damn Bob, you just pick her up from school or what?” one of the guys said loudly, taking a drink from his beer bottle. He was in the center and from the looks of things I guessed he must have been the groom. It was time for me to take over before things got out of hand.

“What’s the matter John?” I said in a teasing voice, “She got you neutered already? I thought this was supposed to be a party!”

Everyone roared with laughter at that, teasing John about being married already, telling him to “go for it”, whatever “it” was but I had a pretty good idea! I slowly walked around the six of them and had to admit it wasn’t a bad group of guys. They all looked to be in their twenties and sure enough a couple of them had wedding rings on which told me either they didn’t know I was going to be there or they didn’t know what my plans were! It was funny how married men would usually take off their rings before cheating on their wives, as if somehow that made it OK. The mark the band left made it so obvious they may as well have been wearing the ring but I guess it soothed their conscious.

As for me, I preferred them to keep the ring on as it reminded me of the woman they were betraying. As I walked by each one I would stop in front of him and touch him slightly, maybe on the top of the head, a touch to the thigh, nothing directly sexual, just a little tease.

As I made my way through them I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, one button every couple of guys until by the time I was around it was all but undone. Back in the middle again I slowly pulled the shirt tails out of my jeans and undid the final button, letting it hang loose on me so my bra was clearly visible to them. I twirled around which caused my shirt to fly open. With my back to them I allowed the shirt to drop off my shoulders and then slowly to the floor.

I crossed my arms over my boobs, like a little girl would if her brother walked into her room when she was dressing, and turned to face them again with an innocent look. Then I motioned for John to come to me and I took his hands and put them on the clasp between my boobs.

“Hey, she wants you to take her bra off!”, one of the guys yelled as if John needed to be told that.

Oh well, he was obviously drunk so I guess he had an excuse for being an idiot! John turned his head to them and then back to me and with a leer he fumbled with my bra. It was only two little clasps but he took forever to figure them out. I was about to help him when it sprung open and my boobs literally popped out from their constraints.

“Oh yeah, look at those tits!” someone yelled.

“Are they real?” came another voice.

Well, if I HAD paid for these boobs then somebody owed me a refund but that didn’t matter, I knew what the intent was - he wanted John to feel me up. John didn’t really need any encouragement as he put one hand on each boob and squeezed them tight - almost too tight but I didn’t say anything.

“They’re real alright,” he confirmed to them.

He evidently wasn’t satisfied completely because he didn’t take his hands off of me. I finally had to pull his hands away - it was like they were glued on!. All the while I kept smiling at him as if he was the sexiest guy in the world.