The Day Of The Party Part 3.

Our story continues in Marie and Jean’s hotel room.

Jean’s perspective.

My eyes slowly blinked open as I lay naked on the bed, covered only by a sheet, and thinking about how Marie and I had dashed back to our room last night, frantically grabbing up our clothes in too much of a hurry to dress, my large boobs were swinging back and forth as we ran in a panic through the side door of the hotel. But nothing like Marie’s massive boobs.

Luckily, we made it back to the safety of our room, encountering only one guy along the way. Who just smiled and said, “Wow! Now that’s a nice pair of jugs!”

Marie still had enough of her wits about her to say, “Thanks,” as we darted by.

I had never cared for the term, ‘jugs’, but in Marie’s case, it was the perfect description. I remembered how aroused I was when seeing Marie running naked, her ass bouncing nearly as much as her huge tits, and that I should not have such thoughts about my stepmom, but maybe, I was still under the aphrodisiac effects of the mint herb that Lin and Ming had given us, or the erotic scene of Madison getting fucked so hard in the ass.

As last night’s adventures flashed through my mind, I heard the shower running in the bathroom, and couldn’t help but imagine Marie’s hands rubbing back and forth across her huge tits covered with soapy suds, and how they must feel. If I went in there right then and started rubbing them, what would she do?

The urge to slide my hand down to my wet pussy and rub my clit overwhelmed me, as I moaned softly, wondering if this was the type of training Bill had imagined for me— being fucked by strangers and going to a bachelor party to no doubt be fucked again, and having erotic thoughts about my own stepmother.

I slid a finger deep inside my pussy, and wondered if Bill thinks about fucking Marie? I thought to myself, I know he is a boob man, and Marie’s huge tits make every man’s head turn, as do mine; I thought of the many times I teased the young guys bagging my groceries, by leaning a little farther forward than I needed to and giving them a quick peek of cleavage. I wondered why I stop there?

Would Marie stop there? Or would she take them into the back storeroom and fuck them! There was no doubt, I would be returning to Ames a far different person than when I left.

Marie’s perspective.

The hot water from the shower felt fantastic as it streamed across my breasts; I ran a wet finger around each of my nipples, they became instantly hard.

Knowing that the lucky groom, some guy I didn’t even know, would be sucking them hard and fucking me even harder in just a few hours at the bachelor party, made me horny as fuck. I slid two fingers from my other hand inside my sopping-wet pussy, knowing that Jean would likely be fucked by the same groom that would be plowing me was almost too erotic a sensation to handle. I hadn’t been this aroused since Bill and Stan fucked me in the back of the coffee shop.

Would the groom tell his future wife what he was up to, the night before their wedding? I wondered if Bill would ever tell Jean that he had fucked me? If he did, I wondered if she would be angry or excited. Either way, I planned on telling Bill all about our adventures when I returned to Ames, likely while he had his cock buried balls deep in my ass.

As the water rinsed away the soapy suds, I noticed a hickey on each of my boobs, courtesy of the guys who had fucked me the night before, but I couldn’t remember which one. I laughed out loud at the slutty realization of what had happened, and how wild it was watching Lin and Ming’s helicopter fucking of Madison in the ass. God, I must try that someday.

As I thought about the wild time we had the previous night, my promise to Bill to keep his wife, my stepdaughter, from getting fucked on this road trip was a distant memory. She had been fucked by several men at Leon’s, but in her drunken state, she thought it was Mary and I wearing strap-ons, but the previous night, she had no doubt she had fucked another man— well, other men— and the way Mark made her scream with that G-spot trick of his, Jean would never be the same after this trip.

I was sure when I explained it to Bill, he would be more aroused than angry with me; after all, training Jean to be a hotwife or a slut-wife was the reason for this trip.

I knew it had to be close to lunchtime, and I couldn’t stay in the shower all morning playing with myself, being distracted with erotic thoughts, so I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.

Jean and I would need time to get ready for the bachelor party this night. At first, I was hesitant about taking Jean to a bachelor party because you could never know what would happen; it could range from a bunch of shy guys who wanted nothing more than a blowjob, to an all-out orgy approaching a gangbang, or even a gang rape. But since we were being paid to get fucked, I’d like to think of it as a gangbang.

Wrapping a towel around canlı bahis myself, I opened the door, which was about ten feet from the bed, where Jean was still lying, eyes closed, with a contented smile on her face.

I could see her hand moving under the sheets, fingering herself. Yep, Jean had changed. I stepped closer, and said, “Hey, sleepy head, better hop in the shower before the day gets away from us.”

Jean was startled, at first, as I broke her out of her near-orgasmic trance with no indication of embarrassment on her face— more of a lustful gleam in her eyes. I had a strong sense that she was checking me out, staring at the top half of my boobs not covered by the towel.

Jean rolled out of the bed and stood there naked, something that she would normally not do. I couldn’t help but wonder if the drink with the special herb in it had not worn off yet, or was this the new Jean.

“When do you think Carl will call and tell us where the bachelor party is?” she asked, with a slight tone of desperation like a woman needing to be fucked.

“Probably this afternoon, hun,” I said.

Jean, still naked, turned and started sorting through the bag, with the lingerie in it that we had gotten from Leon. She was holding a very slutty outfit in front of her that was crotch less, so the woman wearing it could be fucked in the ass or pussy, without removing the lingerie.

“Which should we wear? I really like this one,” Jean said in a throaty voice, aroused by the slutty clothes.

“I don’t know, they are all so hot, but they might have outfits they want us to wear,” I said. “The party probably has a theme, like leather or BDSM, or something; you know, like black-leather dom outfits,” I told her.

Jean sorted through the bag until she came to the toys— a selection of dildos, and several different styles of strap-ons. Holding up a large black strap-on, she giggled and said, “I wonder if Leon’s cock looks like this?” She blushed as she held it in her hand, fondling it, when to my surprise, she started sucking on the tip. She could barely get the head of it in her mouth, as she pulled it out and exclaimed, “Oh my god, I couldn’t imagine getting fucked with something so big!”

I just smiled, as she did not realize she already had.

Then she put the belt around her waist and snapped it in place. Being such a large cock, a strap also ran between her legs, so it would stay firmly upright and poke outwards as a real cock would. Jean giggled and swung her hips from side to side, her boobs swaying wildly as the huge black cock bounced up and down. She swatted it and laughed, saying she was really hung.

I couldn’t help but think how much Bill would love to see this.

Then, suddenly, Jean’s whole demeanor changed, as she stepped closer and spoke in a low voice, like a man. “Hey lady, do you like my big black cock?”

I had to admit I was aroused and surprised by her sudden transformation, and decided to play along. I stepped closer to Jean ’til I was face to face with her. But she being several inches taller than me, I was looking up into her eyes, when I said in a sultry voice, “I love your big, black cock, baby. Do you want to fuck me with it?” As I started to stroke it, I made a moaning sound like it really turned me on, and… it kinda did.

Jean surprised me, as she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips while slipping my robe off my shoulders; it fell to the floor, then leaving me naked, as well.

Her breath came in short spurts, as did mine. I closed my eyes while we kissed, then I felt her hands fondling my boobs, lifting them up and down, admiring their heft, just like a man would; squeezing my hard nipples causing me to moan softly, an uncontrollable reaction, and I knew I really should bring a stop to this.

Jean continued speaking in a deep voice, saying, “I love your huge fuckin’ tits!”

I felt my face blush, but I could only manage a smile in response to her compliment.

Then she moved her hands, from groping my boobs, to the top of my shoulders, and started pushing downwards— a sign for me to go to my knees as countless men have done in the past. And for some reason, I did just that, as I found myself kneeling before Jean with her giant, black strap-on cock in my face.

“Suck it,” she said firmly, her hands on my shoulders as if steadying herself for the pleasure a man would feel, as I licked around the head of the huge rubber phallus and started sucking the huge cock as best I could. Jean, in an even deeper voice, said, “Yes! That’s it, bitch; suck my big, black cock.”

I knew that it should have angered me, and that I should have brought a stop to all of this. But god, it was so hot, and I didn’t want to interfere with Jean expressing her sexuality. So, I sucked it in deeper ’til the huge cock was working its way down my throat, gagging me, as Jean started moving her hips back and forth, fucking my throat.

I pulled my head back, gasping for air, and looking up into Jean’s lust-filled popüler bahis eyes, asked her, “Do you like the feel of your big, black cock in your slut’s throat?”

Jean nodded, and beckoned me to stand. I stood, wiping my chin, as Jean kissed me, and said, “You’ve earned your reward, slut.

“Now, get on the bed, bitch,” she commanded. Her voice was deep and stern, like a man when aroused with lust.

I turned and knelt on the bed, bracing myself, waiting for Jean to fuck me with the huge black cock. My god, I thought, what am I doing? I felt the tip enter my vag, then she pulled back and lightly tapped it against my clit, causing me to moan; then teasing me, as I was already on the verge of cumming.

Jean said, “You really want to get fucked, don’t you, you dirty slut!”

I couldn’t believe the dirty talk coming from Jean, as her sexuality was breaking free.

“Yes! God yes. Fuck me, fuck me, Jean, fuck me!” I said, wiggling my ass at her.

She was rubbing the large head of the strap-on back and forth across my pussy and tapping my clit with it. I was soaking wet, as she surprised me by sliding higher and pressing the huge cock head against my asshole.

“Maybe you want this big, black cock in your big ass, slut? Is that what you want?” Jean asked.

I shook my head no, telling her it was too big and that it wouldn’t fit, although I knew it would if she pushed hard enough. P She then pulled back, her hands grabbing my waist tightly. Holy fuck, I thought, she is going to try to ram that huge cock in my ass!!!

She pressed the head of the black cock against my asshole and pushed, but she couldn’t get it in.

I pulled away, and said, “You will need to slide it in my pussy, babe, it’s just too big for my ass.”

Jean took it up to a new level that surprised me, as she swatted my ass hard. “You can take it, and you will take it in your fucking ASS”! She grabbed my hips again, and I braced myself for a hard thrust.

When suddenly there was a loud urgent knocking at the door. Someone was pounding hard on the door, and then the shrill voice of Cheri called out, “Marie! Marie! I need to speak to you now! Right now!”

Jean had just started to push hard, the head of the strap-on cock, and it slipped into my ass! But, she panicked and pulled back, startled by the sudden arrival of Cherie at the door; she turned and stumbled back from the bed, going from sexually aroused and dominant, to being scared and stunned.

She turned and scurried into the bathroom, the black strap-on bouncing wildly as she fled, slamming the door and leaving me kneeling on the bed, desperate for a fucking that was then not going to happen.

“Damn, that bitch,” I muttered to myself, grabbing up my robe and wrapping a towel around my head, as I went to answer the door.

I opened the door to see Cherie standing there, her hair all made up, wearing a white blouse with one-too-many buttons undone, and a tight-fitting short skirt that hit above the knee, tapping her foot, obviously mad about something. I just assumed Kenzie had done something to set her off.

“Cherie, what’s the matter?” I asked.

She brushed by me into the room, spun on her heels, and in a demanding tone said, “Is Jean here!”

“Yes,” I said, “she is in the shower. Now, what’s this all about?”

She proceeded to tell me that the hotel was abuzz with a story of some kind of a wild orgy taking place on one of the outside patios the night before and that a very busty brunette and a very busty blonde were seen running naked through the hotel!

“I don’t suppose you or Jean would know anything about that, would you?” Cherie asked, in a very accusing tone. “Because this is not the kind of story we need getting around town, about the type of wedding the Thomas family puts on.”

I tried to manage my best poker face, as my mind raced about how this story could have gotten out? Was it John, did he say something? I realized he hadn’t because Cherie would have known for sure it was Jean and I streaking through the halls. No, it had to have been that guy we nearly ran into who complimented our boobs; he probably told one guy then another, and another, so I just went into denial mode.

“Cherie! Jean and I had a quiet evening with Madison and her fiancé. I have no idea about any naked women running through the halls. This is a big hotel, there are lots of women here, two of them must have had too much to drink, or were dared by their boyfriends to do it, you know how horny guys are.”

Cherie paused, knowing that I could be right. And also knowing that there was no way she could prove anything.

“Well,” she said, “from what I know of Jean, that would surprise me.” Then she pointed a finger at me, and with a tone of scorn in her voice, said, “But it sounds exactly like something you would do.”

“Or you,” I fired back at her, “before you became Cherie Thomas, and turned into a stuck-up bitch!” I desperately wanted to tell her that I knew güvenilir bahis siteleri about her whoring on the streets, but I didn’t— I kept her secret.

She was still stunned by what I had said.

“I most certainly would not have done that,” she declared.

Although, for just a brief moment, I saw a slight smile and I realized that she knew I was right, and a younger Cherie would have done just that.

She paused, some of the wind taken out of her sails, as she proceeded to apologize for accusing me and Jean of the streaking incident. “I have to tell you, Marie, I will be glad when this wedding is over, and Kenzie will hopefully put some of her wild ways behind her when she marries Sean.”

Just then, Jean stepped out of the bathroom wearing her robe and drying her hair looking every bit the shy and innocent Mrs. Anderson.

“Hi Cherie,” Jean said, acting surprised to see her. “Is there a problem?” Jean asked.

Cherie thought for a moment to ask Jean about what she was up to the previous night, but Jean had that innocent look that truly sold my lie about us not being the busty streakers.

“Oh no, no problem, I was just telling Marie how glad I will be to get Kenzie married off, so she will settle down.”

“Are you guys sure you can’t attend the bachelorette party tonight?” Cherie asked, but I could tell by her tone, she did not really want us there, at least, not me.

I offered up a feigned response of, “If we didn’t already have other plans, we would be there.”

Cherie paused and, for just a second, dropped the surly Cherie Thomas facade. “I am not crazy about telling you the truth, but Kenzie tells me Sean’s slutty mother, Elanna, wants some BDSM-themed party or some crazy thing. It is one thing to give a cute male stripper a BJ,” Cherie said, “but quite another to have a full-blown orgy at my daughter’s bachelorette party.

“I won’t allow it!” Cherie exclaimed. “No matter what that Latin slut wants!” Cherie then went quiet, as if she had divulged more than she should have. But then added, “Well, we will see you at the wedding tomorrow,” as she spun on her heels and strutted out the door.

I closed the door and slumped back against it. I looked at Jean, who was still shaken by what had happened. “Did you hear what Cherie and I were talking about?”

Jean nodded, and asked, “Do you think she bought your story?”

I smiled and nodded that I did; then I stood upright. “You know what? Even if she didn’t, to hell with her.” As I stepped closer to Jean, I teasingly asked her if she still had a big, black cock wanting to fuck me under her robe.

But Jean just blushed, saying, “Oh God no, Marie!” She stammered, “I-I-I don’t know what came over me; I was so aroused, so excited. I really wanted to fuck you, to fuck your ass, whether you wanted it or not.” Putting her hands over her face, “Oh god Marie,” Jean said, “I was going to practically rape you!” and she started to cry.

I took her to the bed and sat her down. “Oh baby,” I told her, “you weren’t going to rape me. God, I wanted it. That is the fun of role-playing. We will be doing all sorts of role-playing at the bachelor party; these guys will want to have all their fantasies fulfilled, and we will do that for them, just like we were on the verge of having our fantasies fulfilled before Cherie interrupted us.

“If you want to strap up again, and try to fit that huge cock in my ass, I am more than game for it,” I said, hoping she would say yes. But, she just shook her head no and meekly asked if she could have a rain check.

I patted her shoulder and told her she sure could, but to also remember anything she fucked me with, that I was going to fuck her with in return, and that broke the tension as she laughed and said, it’s a deal.”

We got dressed and headed down to the cafe for a light lunch.

I told Jean it was best not to eat too much before a gangbang! Her eyes opened wide as I could tell she was a little intimidated by the thought, a reminder to me that Ming’s aphrodisiac had likely worn off, but I knew a glass or two of wine could bring her back.

Madison and Steve were sitting at another table and waved us over. I could tell by the excited look on Madison’s face, that she had something to talk to us about.

After the usual small talk, Madison leaned closer and whispered how the hotel was a buzz with a story about a busty brunette and blonde running naked through the hotel, after which, she started laughing loudly. Jean blushed and looked around nervously, as if it was obvious that we were the busty brunette and blonde seen around the hotel. Thank god they had no cameras in the hallway.

Jean glanced around, and whispered to Madison that Cherie had stopped by our room and accused us of being the streakers.

Madison just laughed and said, “That nosy old bitch,” but the tone was more serious when she said it.

I thought her dislike of Kenzie carried over to Cherie, and probably with good reason.

I couldn’t help but laugh and asked her if any stories were floating around about a hot brunette being fucked in the ass on the patio that same night, which caused Madison to blush and Steve to laugh.

Madison said, “That was so fuckin’ wild, those little Thai boys can really fuck!”