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Kelly's Diary 078 - Second Bachelor Party

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Chapter 6: Doing Them All

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: Doing Them All - Just goes to prove that smaller doesn't necessarily mean less. This party was more intimate than my first one but no less fun!

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   True Story   Group Sex   Exhibitionism   Oral Sex   Prostitution  

“OK now, everyone who wants to fuck Kelly, strip your pants off now!” I said in a dominating voice.

Looking at them I realized that I was now in total control of the situation. I knew that they would do anything I asked them at this point and I knew exactly what I wanted from each of them - their hard cock cumming inside of me. Bob’s pants practically flew off while the others came down a bit more slowly. Jeff was the last to pull his off but even he finally just grunted and soon I was surrounded by five guys nude from the waist down as John had already done me so he was just sitting back and enjoying the show. Hmmm, it was almost like my dream back in the taxi!

Well, one down five to go. I did the two single guys next, neither of them exactly memorable but satisfactory ... typical for young single guys it seems these days. If they were about ten years younger at least I would have had the thrill of being nailed by a young horny teenager; or if they were older I would have enjoyed being their “daughter” or “mistress” but with most single twentysomethings, sex was like vanilla ice cream, boring and plain. Both of them even screwed me exactly the same way. Each only wanted to do doggie style which was OK with me but the one thing I really didn’t care for was that they both pulled out of me just before they came and sprayed their cum all over my butt, back, and even a little in my hair. Why guys get a thrill out of that when I would love to have them cum deep inside my pussy is beyond me. Each time I used Bob’s shirt to clean as much as I could off of me and the poor thing was becoming soaked with cum.

With the groom and the two single guys out of the way, that left Bob and the two married guys. Bob wanted me badly but I was saving him for the finale so Jeff was my next target. I had sucked him before and I knew as much as he had protested he enjoyed every minute of it and wanted more of me. I moved over to where he was sitting and I quickly straddled him. The hay poked into my knees but I quickly forgot about it. He started to lean backwards but I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him up. His cock was like a flagpole below me and with my cunt as wet and used as it was he slipped easily inside of me. His hands grabbed my ass as I pumped his cock in and out of me. It took quite a while for him to cum turning it into an exhausting workout for me.

It was interesting how with some guys, getting drunk made them cum faster while for most, it seemed to make them more immune to orgasm. Bill fell into the latter category and it took maybe ten or fifteen minutes before he finally came and I was glad as I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go on! He tried to lift me off of him so he could cum on me but I wouldn’t let him. I sat down firmly on his cock and literally forced him to cum inside of me. He was the first to leave his sperm in me and not only did I love the feeling it gave me when he pumped it into me, I was just getting tired of having to wipe myself off after each time!

That left Bill and I noticed while I was with Jeff that he had been fidgeting with his wedding ring while watching him screw me. At first I was a bit concerned he might back out but the erection he was sporting betrayed his true desires. One good thing about men, it’s easy to know what they are thinking because they can’t control their dicks! I spread Bob’s shirt on the floor and laid down with my back against it. I could feel the wetness of the other guys’ cum in it but it was better than laying on the dirty floor directly.

I put my knees up by planting my feet close to me and then spread my legs apart, motioning with both hands for Bill to get down and fuck me. He started to hesitate but the others clapped him on the back and teased him until finally he appeared to give in and so he got down on the floor with me. He held his hard cock in his hand and leaned over me, supporting himself with one hand to the side of me while he held his stiff cock in the other. His face was just above mine and he looked me in the eyes.

“I want you to know I have never made love to anyone else since I married my wife,” he whispered to me.

“Don’t worry then, I don’t want you to make love to me, fuck me!”

“God, I can’t believe I’m doing this...”

“Just fuck me Bill? You know you want to or you wouldn’t be on top of me now so just do it.”

“Shit? You’re quite the manipulative little bitch, aren’t you?” he muttered but that didn’t stop him from directing his cock against the opening to my pussy. “Oh what the hell, you’re just a whore anyway.”

At that point I didn’t care what he called me so long as he put his dick in me so I didn’t respond to his slur. If it appeased his conscience to distance himself from what he was doing by rationalizing it as just sex with a whore then that was fine with me. I had been fucked four time by now yet I was hornier than I as before the first.

“Why don’t you just fuck me then? Don’t treat me like your prissy wife? fuck me like you’ve always wanted to fuck a girl.”

“C’mon Bill, fuck her!” I heard someone cry out, probably John from the sound of it.

I grabbed Bill’s cock from his hand and literally pulled him down to my waiting pussy. I positioned him right at the entrance to my hole and lifted my hips upward. I felt his cock slide easily into me thanks to the lubrication of Jeff’s cum that was dripping out of me. I have found that some men don’t care about “sloppy seconds” while others were positively paranoid about it. Personally, I think it’s a homophobic thing about having their cum in contact with another man. Whatever the reason, at least it didn’t seem to bother Bill one bit. I had picked the missionary position for him because for me it was the most intimate way to be fucked and wince Bill had the most trepidations about cheating on his wife, I wanted him to be the most intimate when he fucked me.

Bill pushed his cock about half-way in me and then he stiffened and started to pull out of me. I wrapped my legs around him as best I could and pulled him into me.

“It’s too late to back out now Bill? You’re in me now so do it.”

Bill just groaned and it was like he snapped, like whatever was holding him back just let loose completely and he suddenly started pumping me like a wild man, slamming his crotch into me making me gasp for air each time.

“That’s it Bill! Mmmmmmm, you like fucking me more than her, don’t you?” I asked him as he just kept slammed his cock in and out of me.

“You wanna be fucked? Well I’ll show you how to get fucked you little tramp,” he growled at me.

Again, it was if he had to make me dirty, a tramp, a whore, anything to rationalize fucking me without “cheating” on his wife. It didn’t matter to me, adultery was adultery no matter what excuses you used and whenever Bill was making love to his wife in the future he would never be able to erase me from his mind. For me, he was just another jerk of a husband cheating on his wife but for him, I would always be the girl he first cheated with.

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