Chapter 2

Vicky smiled at her guests, who were gathered around Abby. Every woman, from Karen, the oldest, to Jenny, the youngest, stayed true to the unwritten dress code: a very low-cut top or dress with no bra and very short-hemmed skirts or dresses with no panties.

Sexually explicit jokes were told along with the viewing of porn movies featuring Abby’s lookalike, Little Caprice. Sitting poses were relaxed, with most pussies available for viewing. Soon, welcomed fingers began to wander and explore. Jenny was drawn more to Cathy and was with her anytime she visited.

Abby was teased with a toy stove attached to her wrist and the sounds of five crying babies to foretell her future family. Her head was adorned with a short bridal veil that indicated she was the bride-to-be. She received various gifts, such as new dildos she said were smaller than Brad’s cock and several useless, sexy nighties. A few had made a cash donation, in her name, to the Living Liver Foundation of Ontario.

“Thank you everyone for being here for Abby. The one thing we thirteen women have in common is that Dan has fucked us all. I only wish her mother, Maryanne, could have been here,” Vicky commented to them.

“She is here with us, in more than spirit; I can smell her perfume, along with Laura’s,” Abby stated. She could see many of her friends sniffing the air as if they could detect her fragrance.

“Vicky, if you ordered pizza to be delivered, I’ll gladly give him Karen’s usual five dollars and a blow job,” Abby said to laughter.

“I’m sure you would.” As if planned, the front doorbell chimed. “Abby, I think that’s for you.”

Vicky accompanied Abby to the door. She opened it to the massive size of a man holding several pizza boxes. “I have a delivery for Abby Kendall.”

“That’s me,” she smiled. Her eyes widened as he and four others, just as large, followed him.

Vicky led them to the large recroom, where the pizzas were placed on a table. “Ladies, the pizzas and entertainment are here!” She announced to the loud cheers from the women.

“To hell with the meat lover’s pizzas, I want the real meat!” Karen spoke up, and they laughingly agreed, all eyeing the well-built men. She moved forward on her seat, spreading her legs to reveal her bare pussy.

“I’m Greg; thanks to Vicky for inviting us to celebrate, or possibly mourn, the last days of freedom for Abby. We entertained Karen at her party.” Greg made the introductions for each one. Kurt, Tony, Aaron, and Bull each stepped forward when their names were said.

“Vicky mentioned there would be about a dozen beautiful and sexy women to entertain, so I recruited Aaron and Bull to join us. I’m sure many of you may enjoy the contrast of their black skin to yours.”

While the strippers set up their music, many of the girls helped themselves to slices of pizza. Their sitting pose allowed most pussies to be easily viewed by the five studs. Greg started the music, and each one moved to the beat. Their tank tops were removed to cheers revealing their taught, muscular torsos accent with pronounced six packs.

Next, they pulled on their body-forming licra leggings to reveal distinctive muscular legs but, more importantly, the obviously large bulge in front, hidden by a tiny pouch thong. They continued to move to the beat of the music, the girls cheering and clapping to the music as they moved along within inches of their seated audience. Several of the girls reached out to pull on the pouch, and the stripper teasingly pulled back.

Greg placed a chair in the middle of the room, and taking Abby’s hand, he led her to sit. She smiled up at him, his body only inches from her. He had an excellent view down her top at her young, firm breasts that were barely hidden.

“Some future brides are shy about having a little fun with a stripper, so we use a sheet to hide her inner yearnings,” Greg remarked. He placed Abby’s hands on his thong, and she pulled it down. His massive cock was released, teasingly touching her chin. The other girls cheered and remarked on its size, envisioning their opportunity to suck on it.

He stroked his long shaft, then took a can of whipped cream, placing a long strip along its length. He held the sheet to block the view of the other girls and stepped closer.

Abby took the sheet from his grasp, letting it fall to reveal them. “My family of girls and friends know I love to suck cock.” She caressed the shaft, and to the loud cheers of the girls, she proceeded to suck as much as she could into her mouth.

“I love a bride-to-be who wants one last good time,” Greg smiled, watching her try to take as much cock as she could.