Group Sex Robin's Wedding

The door opened with a squeak that I heard because of a lull in the music, and Marla Blake climbed aboard. A beautiful deeply tanned blonde bombshell, Marla wore a royal blue strapless two-piece dress. With a sexy strapless bodice with an angular envelope-style front showing off the deep tan lines running up her chest and barely containing her big tits, and a high-waisted pencil skirt with a complementary envelope hem showing off her tanned stomach and legs, I envied her ability to tan.

"Hey," she said with a wave towards me as the next song came on.

I smiled back at her, realizing that my inability to tan hit me hard every time I looked at Marla; not her fault.

Melissa Fuller, who followed right behind her, was a marked contrast, in that her skin was almost as pale as mine. She was only a few years older than I, but she kept herself in even better shape. Her strong arms and firm thighs were on display in a one-shoulder black leather mini dress which completely exposed her left arm and covered her right arm in black mesh. The hem of her dress ended in black mesh, drawing my eye to the very high solid hem just at crotch height to try to see if she wore any panties between those muscular alabaster thighs.

"Wow, look at all the pussy on this bus," she said to Rita Gil, who followed closely behind her.

"We need to get some dick up in here!" she replied. Rita was a chubby woman in her late 30s who, ever since I had known her, though she loved her husband Mack, was always on the prowl for new cock.

"You need two just for you," Melissa joked back.

Rita nodded. She was the most conservatively dressed wearing an electric blue knee-length dress with lace mini-sleeves and chest, a tight bodice holding her big tits, and a flared skirt that only left a few of her many tattoos visible.

Finally, the last member of the party, Kim, managed to get on the bus and came up to me. She was very sexy, dressing in a very short red and gold silk cheongsam flower dress with a slit to her hip and a square neckline, showing more chest and leg than a traditional cheongsam dress. "Robin, I am so happy for you," she told me. She was the shortest and nearly youngest of my friends, about five foot even, and twenty-two years old. Chinese-American with a pretty round face and not a hint of an accent, I always looked at her like she was my little sister.

I stood to hug her as the bus started moving again. "How have you been, Kim?" I asked her. "Are you still taking a long time to cum?" We always spoke very frankly to each other.

"No, pretty good. You know, TSC has really got me cumming a lot more regularly," she told me. "Takes maybe fifteen minutes now. I can even make myself cum with a dildo."

"That's awesome," I told her sincerely. "Did you hear we're buying the TSC?"

"No, I didn't."

"I know you're really into interior design and you've expressed issues with TSC in the past," I started.

"Yes. I know it's not dirty, but it seems that Nick has let it get a little run down."

"So, if you have any suggestions, or if you'd like to help me -"

"Oh my god, yes, I would love that. I have so many ideas."

"I can't pay you much, but -".

She laughed. "How about a free month?"

I smiled at that. "Done!"

Denice's knew we were coming, thanks to Angela's meticulous planning, and so they had reserved us their party room in the back.

I smiled inwardly as I followed the waiter through the dimly lit restaurant and realized that all heads had turned and were staring at us. Well, the men were staring at us while the women glared at both us and their entranced partners. The soft din of conversation stopped; the background music completely clear. I enjoyed the attention; it was like a drug to which I was long-ago addicted.

As we filed through the room at the back of the restaurant, which was optionally closed off by a curtain, I saw that the staff had arranged the tables into a U shape, with the base of the U farthest away from the entrance. The chairs were arranged around the outside of the shape; there were no chairs in the center. It was much better lit than the rest of the restaurant.

Angela directed me to sit at the base of the U shape. She then singled out Jenny to sit in the center of one arm of the U, the one to my left, and Heather to sit in the center of the other arm. The seating looked, I supposed, symmetrical but of no real significance to me, except that I was the center of attention. To me, one seat left or right would have been fine, but Angela was insistent.

Angela put her purse down in the seat to my right, while Dana and Maria, my other bridesmaids, sat to my left. As the rest of our crew spread out and chose their seats, I grabbed a roll from a little platter of warm rolls that had been set out by the waitress.

As I ate, the buzz of my drink on the bus having worn off, I smiled. I was amazed that, in addition to my bridesmaids I had eleven other friends that wanted to celebrate my wedding with me. I felt quite fortunate.

We had one waiter and one waitress distribute menus and take our drink orders.

Once the waiter and waitress left, about six different conversations started.

"That waiter is cute," Maria told Dana, to my left.

"That waitress wasn't too bad either," Melissa, to the right of me, interjected.

Angela had gotten up and was walking around the tables. When she arrived at the center, I noticed that she had a heavy bag in her hand. She pulled out a little roll of carpeting and laid it down on the floor near me. The floor was already carpeted but these strips looked pretty plush. She tossed a second roll on the floor toward the left arm of the U-shaped tables.

"Ladies?" she asked as she held up a little disk with a button on it.

Curiosity took over and the conversations quickly died down.

"I have reserved this room for us; notice how the curtains are closed. If you need that cute waiter to bring you something, ask me, and I'll press the button to let them know we need them. Also, they will light up my remote when they are about to come in for service.

"Still, this is a restaurant, not The Sophisticate's Club, so let's try and keep it low-key. Speaking of that, you know that Robin has bought TSC. She's going to be changing the name. Right now, the candidates are Robin's Retreat or Robin's Nest; please let me know which one you like or if you think you have a better suggestion.

"Now, I'd like you to notice that I have a little rug right here in front of our guest of honor, Robin. See how she's sitting where none of the table supports are in the way? If, during the meal you'd like a little appetizer or dessert, feel free. I'm pretty sure that all of us swing that way.

"Everyone here is a member of the TSC, except one. Everyone, this is Jenny, John's sister and, it appears, Raine's new girlfriend. If you notice, I have her sitting between table supports and with a little rug. So, if you'd like to come make her feel welcome, feel free.

"I put Heather on this side; no special rug. Sorry. But she has agreed to be the flower girl for the wedding and so I thought she deserved a little something extra, so if you haven't tasted Heather in a while, now's a good chance.

"So, thank you all for coming. Let's have a party!" Angela concluded.

"Whoo!" the shout went up from most of the women. I noticed the shy smile on Heather's face, but Jenny's eyes were a little wide and she sat there like a deer in the headlights. I was surprised. Jenny played at being wild, and I knew she could handle Raine, but having someone make her the center of that much attention, though she normally loved attention, seemed to scare her.

As Angela came back around to sit beside me, Dana got up and took her place. She came to the center, as everyone fell silent again, and said, "Robin, you are seriously the best friend a girl could ask for. There has never been a single thing I have asked of you that you have not done for me. And there's nothing you could ask of me that I would not do for you. I know that you have a lot of friends, but most of us consider you to be our best friend. We all love you and will be there for you when you need us; no matter what."

All of the women around the table clapped at the sentiment and then the clapping gave way to "Whoo!" when Dana knelt down and crawled under the table. Only a few women on the edges could watch Dana and everyone else was looking at me.

Feeling Dana's hands on my knees, I let her spread my legs apart. I looked down as her pretty face appeared between my thighs. She looked up at me, leaned forward, and extended her tongue.

I chuckled a bit at that as I scooted my butt forward to the edge of my seat, pulled my lace thong aside, and pressed my crotch against her waiting mouth. When she began sucking at my pussy-flesh, I moaned.

The cheers when up at that.

I felt like a queen sitting there reclined in my chair, and my crowd of subjects cheering as Dana ate my pussy and I munched on the last bit of my roll. I sighed with satisfaction. I had missed this; the sheer spontaneity and decadence of the scene.

Angela announced, "The waiter is coming back. Dana, stand up."

After she stood up, a light coating of saliva, or my pussy juices, on her chin, the waiter and waitress came through the curtain. As the waiter started taking our drink orders, I heard the waitress ask Angela if she could keep the noise down a bit "so as not to disturb the other patrons."

The weight of my prior thoughts came crashing in on me as the bliss of Dana's mouth on my pussy faded. I had indeed missed this. I had missed it since Florida; since I had come up with our rule of no solo adventures. Yes, I had missed the freedom. I wondered suddenly if marrying John was the right thing to do. If I couldn't follow my own rule; if I didn't even want to follow it, then I was undeserving of his trust.

I glanced at Heather. She was going to tell John later that night what I had done. I realized that I didn't think I could promise him that it wouldn't happen again.

As Dana sat back down beside me, she asked, "What's wrong?"

Shaking off the depressing thoughts I shook my head and said, "It felt too good, that's all."

She furrowed her brow and tilted her head, her platinum blonde hair shifting behind her.

I smiled at her concern and kissed her. I didn't need to burden her with my worries. Hell, this was a party, and I was thinking about what I was going to be telling John tomorrow.

When the waiter came to me, I ordered, "A lime margarita. Oh, and can we get a fried onion and an order of fried pickles as appetizers?"

"Certainly, and what size margarita? We have small glass, medium glass, small pitcher, and full pitcher."

"Full pitcher!"

Near the end of the longest meal of my life, where I could only take a couple bites of my grilled shrimp salad between orgasms, I stood up.

I had been eaten out by most of my guests, reclined back in my chair dining and cumming at the same time, like some perverted queen. I absolutely loved it. I saw that Heather and Jenny were in the same situation. I was glad that Raine was okay with sharing Jenny; she had been okay with sharing Kikue, but this might have been a little different.

Every time the waiters came in, everyone scattered.

All the while, I maintained a steady buzz from regular sips of my margarita. Of course, this time, I had some food on my stomach so was really enjoying myself.

Finally, knowing we were a few moments away from leaving, I stood up and walked to the middle. I was a little unsteady with the buzz, having just eaten, and getting up so suddenly, but I managed.

"Ladies, thank you for the most unique, and longest, meal of my life," I began, receiving polite laughter in return. "I must have cum a dozen times, and I love you all for it. I know the night is just getting started, but thank you."

Some applauded at that and several piped up that they loved me and wouldn't have missed it.

Turning toward Jenny I smiled at her and asked, "I trust everyone has made you feel welcome?"

She laughed and said, "This is crazy. I may need to move to Denver."

Amidst the laughter at that from behind me, my smile turned serious for a moment, and I told her, "You should." Then I knelt on the little carpet and quickly crawled under the table and between her spread legs. I could hear a whoop or two of encouragement from a lady or two. Without trying to awkwardly look up at Jenny, I pressed my face to her wet pussy and began eating her out. I had done a lot of taking in the last hour and no giving; my giving tank was full, and I was emptying it onto Jenny.

"Oh shit," Jenny squealed like I had never heard her do before.

"She's good, isn't she," Raine told her.

"She just went right in," Jenny chuckled in response.

I knew that Raine was the best, but I tried. As I ate her pussy, licking and sucking at the tender flesh I was drawn back to that first night in her bed when we had eaten each other so tenderly and then so fiercely. This was more fierce than tender, but I figured an hour with my group of friends has sufficiently warmed her up that no teasing foreplay was needed.

My eyes closed, I kissed her pussy, swirling my tongue round and round her hard clit. I explored up and down her slit, tasting her pretty lips. My tongue slithered inside her cunt, tasting her musky juices and loving the sound of her moaning above me.

As Jenny laced her fingers into my hair, she whispered, "Yes, fuck me with your tongue, Robin."

I thrilled at the feeling of her hands strongly pulling me against her crotch. I pressed my tongue in and out of her, fucking her as best I could with it. I flicked it in and out faster and faster, alternating between deep and shallow penetrations to heighten her pleasure.

"Yes, do that," Jenny said above me, her panting audible to me. "Now suck my clit; hard!"

When she pulled my face up her pussy with her hands, I wrapped my lips around her erect little clit and sucked, first gently, then harder, and harder. I used my lips and tongue to work up and down the little bud like it was a cock, since I couldn't move my head, her grip was so firm.

Jenny started to cry out as her orgasm washed over her, but it was quickly muffled.

"Shhh," Raine scolded.

From the sounds of it someone, presumably Raine, had her hand over Jenny's mouth as I felt girl-cum flow down my chin, then my neck, between my breasts, and finally ebbing across my stomach inside my dress. This wasn't some fake squirt that was actually pee, no, this was her thin post-orgasm fuck fluids coating the front of my body.

When Jenny released my head, I fell back and scooted back out from underneath the table, laying on the floor trying to catch my breath. I had not been able to breathe through most of the encounter and my head was quite light.

The sound of applause filled the room. I opened my eyes and sat up, looking around. They were applauding me. I could feel the wetness on my chest growing cold against my skin.

The bus took us onward toward Angela's next scheduled destination, Littleton. The trip took about fifteen minutes, so we didn't get much of a chance to settle in on the bus before we were already arriving. I had no idea where she was taking us until we pulled into the parking lot and got out.

"Hey, I've heard of this place," I told Angela.

She nodded and smiled. "You mentioned it a few weeks ago and I looked it up."

Maria exclaimed, "¡Qué susto! Karaoke?"

"Si," Angela said with a nod. "I've booked our group three adjacent studios."

Shelly sidled up alongside and said, "Awesome!"

We filed into the place. It was pretty big, with a restaurant up front that was filled with patrons. There was an open mic that a man was programming, mic in hand, obviously about to sing to whatever song he was selecting. Past the restaurant was a reception desk where we were given our room numbers and let into the complex. There were dozens of studios and, while some were empty, many held small groups with one or more people singing. I couldn't make out what they were singing since the areas were pretty soundproof. Some of the studios held couples, with one singing and one watching or both singing. One of the studios had a man singing alone. Eventually, we reached our three adjacent booths. Our little party quickly split up into groups. The rooms had a lot of glass, so I knew no sexy business was going to be going on there.

I filed into the third booth behind Angela and was followed by Dana, Kim, and Heather.

Angela went straight up and started scrolling through the available songs while the rest of us sat in the chairs provided.

"I wish I had a drink," I mused.

"I'll go get us something from the bar," Heather declared as she stood back up and looked at us. "What do you want?"

I laughed, still feeling a little bit buzzed. I said, "Well, I want to eat your pussy, but I'll settle for a rum and coke."

Everyone laughed, gave Heather their orders, and she left to find the bar.

"Come on, pick something already," Kim complained.

"Okay, just a second," Angela said.

"Shit, I love that dress," Dana told Kim. "It's so traditional but sexy with that little slit at the hip."

"Well, it's not really traditional," Kim explained. "My real traditional cheongsam at home goes up to my neck and down to my ankles. Same silk material though."

Angela took the mic as the music started to play. She intoned, "At first, I was afraid, I was petrified. Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side. But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong. And I grew strong. And I learned how to get along."

Dana joined in, singing along from her chair, "And so you're back, from outer space. I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face. I should have changed that stupid lock. I should have made you leave your key. If I had known for just one second, you'd be back to bother me."

I couldn't resist but join in as the energy built in the old disco song. "Go on now, go, walk out the door! Just turn around now, 'cause you're not welcome anymore. Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye? Did you think I'd crumble? Did you think I'd lay down and die?"

Finally, Kim joined in, and we were all singing together, "Oh no not I, I will survive! Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive! I've got all my life to live, and I've got all my love to give. And I'll survive. I will survive!"

None of us knew the rest of the lyrics so we let Angela finish the song as Heather returned with our drinks. The rum-and-coke was good, spiced rum with coke and ice, but they had skimped on the coke and so it was a little strong, forcing me to take tiny sips.

"Do they have anything more modern?" Heather asked me after Angela finished the song and Kim took the little stage.

"They have tons of stuff," Angela told her.

The music started and Kim launched right in "All the single ladies, all the single ladies, all the single ladies, all the single ladies..."

I sat there stunned. I knew that it was karaoke, but Kim was so good that I was taken aback for a moment. She didn't sound like Beyonce completely, a little higher pitched and her very slight Chinese accent that only occasionally slipped in when she spoke came through in her singing, but, wow, she was good.

Of course, that didn't stop everyone from standing up, dancing, and singing along to the chorus, "Cause if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it. If you liked it, then you shoulda put a ring on it. Don't be mad once you see that he want it. If you liked it, then you shoulda put a ring on it."

As the song played and I sang and danced with my girls I couldn't help but think of John. He had definitely liked it enough to put a ring on it; it was sitting snugly on my left hand as I put them up in the air and danced to the song. The guilt of my rule-breaking hit me again. I found myself hoping again that he would be able to understand and forgive me. Though I shook most of the feeling off, remembering about my free pass for the night, they still lingered.

"You were so good," everyone told Kim when the song was over, making her turn all different shades of red.

"Really?" she asked.

"Really!" I assured her.

Dana got up, selected her song, and started. "Because you know I'm all about that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble..."

I turned away and hid my laughter. Not only was she a terrible singer I found it hilarious that she would pick that song.

Everyone joined in to help her get through the song smiling and laughing all the while.

Dana worked it as best she could and when it was done and she stepped down, I asked, "Why did you pick that song? You know it's about someone having curves and not being a Barbie doll. You know, 'I'm bringing booty back.'"

"Yeah, so?" she asked, confused. "I have a nice ass."

I smiled and said, "You have a nice ass, yes, but you are a Barbie doll."

"What? No, I'm not."

"Girl, there is not an ounce of fat on you. Look at that thin waist and that tight ass," I observed.

"I watch what I eat," she complained. "Well, I just like the song."

"Okay," I told her, letting it go. I didn't want her to get mad.

"Go Robin," Angela instructed me.

I got up, feeling the effects of the alcohol. I was determined to shake off my lingering guilty feelings, so I selected a song to do just that. I also knew that my girls would join in if I faltered.

I crooked my finger at Heather to come join me.

She was startled but when she came up and saw what song I had selected she smiled. "Alright, I'll do the second part."

The microphone was warm in my hand as I took the stage with Heather. I sang, "Hi!"

Heather sang back, "Hi!"

"We're your Weather Girls."

"Ah-huh?"

"And have we got news for you," I sang.

"You better listen!"

"Get ready, all you lonely girls, and leave those umbrellas at home," I said, getting into the attitude of the song.

"Alright!"

We worked through the buildup of the song until I really belted out the "For the first time in history, it's gonna start raining men!"

"Start raining men," Heather accompanied.

Then everyone got up and joined in as I sang loudly, "It's raining men! Hallelujah! It's raining men! Amen!"

As we all sang that song together, I resolved, again, to throw off those feelings of guilt for the moment and have a good time. Visions of hard cocks spraying their cum down across my naked body filled my mind as I sang, "I'm gonna go out; I'm gonna let myself get absolutely soaking wet!"

When the song was finally over, I kissed Angela as a thanks for helping me and sat back down. I felt completely liberated from my sad feelings and empowered to make the best of the rest of the night, sexually or otherwise. I drained the rest of my drink.

The rest of the night is a little fuzzy, but I remember getting back on the bus and pouring myself another drink. I was well on my way to getting drunk at that point.

As the bus pulled out of the parking lot and headed back toward the highway, Angela turned off the music and announced, "Before we get to the final activity, I want to say a few words. Robin, please know that we all love you and want you to have the best wedding ever. You mean the world to me, and I want nothing but happiness for you. To Robin," she said, raising her drink over her head.

"To Robin," everyone echoed, whether they had a drink or not.

After a moment, as everyone watched me, I stood up and said, "Thank you all for coming. Sometimes I don't feel like I deserve to have such great friends. I know you would do anything for me, but I hope you know that I would do anything for you. I love you all, especially my dear sister Angela who arranged all of this." Everyone was aware that Angela wasn't blood-related to me, but I was done calling her anything but my sister.

Everyone applauded or whooped in response as Angela came up and kissed me.

Angela then stepped back and announced, "And now ladies, for the 'pièce de résistance.' We are on our way to Colorado Springs for the real party. So, we'll be there in about thirty to forty-five minutes. I've hired a different, non-party, bus to take us back to Denver in a few hours, so enjoy this ride and remember, don't leave anything behind when you get off."

The music cranked back up and I got myself another drink. I was pretty drunk already and that wasn't going to stop anytime soon. At the time, I figured it was no problem since I wouldn't be driving home for several hours.

By the third song, with everyone dancing and drinking, I spotted Tammy, Marla, and Melissa sitting in a little group at the back of the bus. I sat down near them and watched them for a moment.

Tammy, being such a great dancer, was giving the other two women a professional-looking lap dance. She shook her small tits in their faces and shook her slim ass at them, lifting the hem of the tight black mini dress up over her ass and showing them her bare pussy.

Marla's deep tan lines were plainly visible as she smiled up at Tammy. Marla's magnificent breasts were completely exposed; she had pulled down the strapless bodice of her envelope-style top, bunching it across her stomach. Her pale breasts were a sight to behold; they were surrounded by tan lines so distinct I might have thought she was wearing a white bikini were it not for her pink nipples.

Melissa, her skin so pale it glowed by comparison, pulled the right side of her one-shoulder leather dress down off her right breast, the sleeve on her left arm preventing her from revealing more than that. She too watched Tammy dance as she rolled her own nipple between her fingers.

As I watched, Tammy turned around and knelt between Marla's legs and began licking and sucking at her nipples.

I turned to see who else was seeing this to discover that most everyone else was engaged in similar activities. Most of the girls were in groups of three or four, all in various amounts of undress and engaged with each other in one way or another. All of my girlfriends were bisexual to some degree, and it seemed that the alcohol had lowered the inhibitions of everyone.

Downing the rest of my drink, which burned quite a bit as it went down, so that I didn't have to worry about finding my glass later, I set the empty glass in the seat and moved across the bus to sit beside Melissa as she watched Tammy drop her head between Marla's thighs, scoot up her blue skirt, and begin eating her out.

When I put my hand on her firm alabaster thigh, Melissa turned her head to me and smiled. Her legs spread open for me, stretching the leather skirt wide, as she asked over the thumping music, "You want some of this?"

I smiled back at her and replied, "You ate me so good in the restaurant that I want to return the favor."

She laughed.

I unceremoniously slid off the seat onto the floor, knelt between her legs, and pressed my face between her thighs. She wore no panties, and she had a soft down of hair, as black as that on her head, neatly trimmed and framing her tasty pussy.

Her laughter faded as she laced her fingers into my hair, careful to avoid the tiara therein.

She was indeed tasty, I mused, as I licked voraciously at her slit. She was wet and delicious to my tongue as I explored her.

Over the next thirty minutes, I ate Melissa. I don't remember if I did anything other than that. In fact, I don't remember reaching Colorado Springs at all.

The next thing I remember, I was sitting in a big room. It had a small dancefloor with many tables around it. The main door and other archways led to other rooms all around. I had a stamp on the back of my hand and was sitting with Dana on one side of me and Heather on the other.

Angela was speaking; announcing something. She concluded whatever she had been saying with, "So, I'm just saying, be nice to these guys, they aren't strippers, okay?"

There was a line of four guys standing behind her. All of them were taller than me, but two of them were well over six feet tall. The shorter guys were skinny while the taller ones were a little more filled out, with one of them being a bit more muscular.

The less muscular tall man asked Angela, "Is this the bachelorette?" gesturing to me.

Angela smiled and turned towards the men, addressing all of them, she said, "Yes, sorry Zack. Guys, this is Robin, our bachelorette."

They all came up and introduced themselves.

First was the tall Zack with his close-cropped blonde hair and clear pale skin. He was nice enough.

Second was Tanner, a few inches taller than me and skinny, he sported long brown hair framing his pale face and a mustache. He was so handsome that I found myself wondering about how his mustache might feel against my pussy.

The third man was Will, having the same build as Tanner but his curly hair, deep tan, and freckles put me off. While I have freckles, they are light orange, not black like Will's.

The last man, tall and toned Sean, also had hair like Tanner but was deeply tanned and quite loud and boisterous.

The music started back up and I don't remember exactly what happened after that. I know there were some more drinks, lots of conversations, and quite a bit of dancing before the sex started.

I remember cornering Tanner in a bedroom along with Anne, Carla, and Rita. The bedroom was blue-green with a nautical under-the-sea theme. Anne's front-zipper dress was completely open, and Carla had removed the bra under her fishnet bodice leaving her tits plainly visible. As they stood on either side of him, kissing him and running their hands all over his chest, Rita, who had lost her blue dress completely, and I, still clothed, knelt in front of him and worked to open his blue jeans.

The music thumped out a beat in the distance and I recall hearing distant conversation and the sounds of fucking from a nearby room. There was a television in the room, playing a porn video, to which I paid little heed.

Rita freed his dick as I pulled his pants down his legs. He wore no underwear, so when I looked back up, she had her fists around his cock and was pumping it to full hardness.

I just stared as it grew. He had no hair on his cock or balls, so I could see the entire length of it as it hardened to a full ten inches long and over two and a half inches wide, it was slightly thicker than John's and a full inch longer. From the way the head flared out just wider than the shaft, to the skin tone, to how it was circumcised, it looked exactly like John's, only bigger. It was magnificent.

"Jackpot!" I remember saying.

After Rita and I began licking and sucking at his big member, Anna knelt beside me to join us, putting me in the center. It throbbed between my lips and against the back of my throat as I struggled to swallow the entire dick, though I knew it would not be possible kneeling in front of it like that. It would not bend down my throat and it would take another position for me to line up my mouth and throat without bending it at a painful angle.

I really did want that, so I bided my time to try it again.

Once everyone had a good taste, we laid him down on the bed. As Carla, her fishnet outfit decorating the chair, straddled his hips, I hurried to claim the spot over his face. As she settled her pussy gingerly atop his massive pole, slipping the head between her lips, I settled my dripping snatch onto his mouth.

Carla had a lot of experience but since she was a bit dry on the outside, she had to stop and spread her pussy with her fingers to get the wetness of her cunt to coat his cock enough to settle herself down his big shaft. His dick struck bottom before her ass reached his thighs, so she stopped with over an inch of his cock exposed. She leaned forward, against my shoulder, and slowly began twerking atop him, driving most of his dick in and out of her without having to take it all in.

Tanner was excellent at eating pussy, and it was not long before I was trembling with my approaching orgasm. I held and kissed Carla as I let Tanner bring me higher and higher with his mouth. When I came, it was Carla's turn to hold me. Then, after I caught my breath, I groaned, "Jesus, Tanner, you are so good at that; as good as my fiancé."

"Better than John but not as good as Raine?" Dana asked from the doorway. Beside her stood Heather.

"I said, as good as John, not better," I replied with a laugh. I was drunk and found most things funny.

"Yeah," Carla groaned, "but this dick is bigger."

Everyone laughed as they watched her fuck Tanner, her big tits swaying as her ass rocked up and down, driving his prick in and out of her wet cunt.

After a while, Carla got tired and got off. That's when I decided to pounce. I leaned forward before Rita could straddle him and took his big dick in my mouth. Throat aligned with mouth and hard cock at a comfortable angle for Tanner, I drove my face down and down until my chin pressed into his pelvis and his balls were at my upper lip.

"Oh, fuck," Tanner groaned beneath me.

"Damn, girl, swallow that shit!" someone said beside me as everyone fell silent, watching me, I presumed.

Unable to breathe I loved how his thick meat filled my mouth and reached a full inch deeper down my throat than John's could. Tanner's hips flexed upward to drive himself deeper into my face, but I was already as deep as possible. My throat bulged obscenely with the thickness of his shaft filling me up.

With my hands out in front of me, pressing down on the bed, I pushed myself back two inches and then forward again those two inches, fucking my throat along his cock by moving my whole body. Nasty wet sounds came from my throat as I became dizzy from lack of oxygen. I could not breathe through my nose because his prick blocked my lungs off completely.

Finally, unable to take it any longer, I pulled myself off his dick and gasped for breath. My friends started whooping, hollering, and clapping in appreciation.

"That was amazing," Dana told me.

I barely absorbed what she said as I spun around and, in one smooth movement, despite my drunken state, sank my tight hungry cunt down around his huge pulsating prick. My hot and wet pussy had been licked all night and I needed cock desperately. As my fuck-hole stretched to accommodate his dick my fog of lust lifted, it was as if someone had turned on a light, it felt so good. I said, "This is definitely a bigger dick than my fiancé's!"

"Mmm, you like that?" Tanner asked.

I almost had forgotten there was a man attached to that dick and I found that slightly embarrassing. I told him, "Oh yes, Tanner, please fuck me! Let's see if you can fuck me better than my fiancé."

I had not agreed to marry John because he ate my pussy the best, because he had the biggest dick, or because he fucked me better than anyone else. No, I had agreed to marry John because I loved him. It wasn't until our trip to Florida where I had become so jealous over him that I realized that I had never really loved any other man before, though I had thought I had, and would probably never love any other after him, if there ever were to be such a time. So, I didn't give a second thought to stating the fact that Tanner ate me just as good as John, that Tanner's cock was bigger than John's, or challenging Tanner to fuck me better than John. After all, if Tanner fucked me better, I wouldn't have stopped loving John in the slightest.

He rolled me onto my back and began slipping his thick dick in and out of my dripping snatch, sending tendrils of pleasure deep into my brain.

The women around me cheered and chanted either "Ro-Bin" or "Tan-Er" as I came over and over again.

"Robin?" Angela asked, waking me from my drunken slumber.

I was still in that blue room, sleeping naked on the bed. I couldn't recall anything that had happened after Tanner has started fucking me. "Hm?"

"Time to go."

My head hurt and I was still a little tipsy, but I managed to find my white dress and put it on. "Where is everyone?" I asked as I felt various dried fluids on different parts of my body. I needed a shower.

"Most of the girls left on the first bus and all the men have gone home. It's just me, you, Dana, and Maria left."

"Heather?"

"Gone. She seemed anxious to leave."

"Jenny?"

"Gone. She seemed upset, but she didn't tell me why."

I was concerned but just filed those thoughts away for future reference. After pulling my shoes on and collecting my purse, I looked around for my thong. Unable to find it, I sighed, and said, "Okay, let's go."
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