It began just like my stereotypical Thursday evening. Brews and bongs … hanging with the guys … getting a little dinner sustenance into the belly before hitting the streets for Thirsty Thursday … the best night out on the social single scene without the hassle of all the coupled folks that head out Friday thru Sunday … damn them fuckers in meaningless happy-happy joy-joy relationships.
One particular Thursday that stands out in my mind began with the gang meeting at the local Japanese for some hibachi grilled beef. The beauty of hibachi grill dining is you never really know who you are going to be seated next to. This trip for hibachi would be the exception to the seating rule which usually lands you next to a family of four where you have to watch your fucking mouth the whole god-damn meal … not tonight … bachelorette party … sweet!
Nothing seems to make chicks hornier than the naughtiness of losing future opportunity … upon the nuptial two words that will take them off the open market. So with all the fanfare of the bachelorette party … and all the phallic gifts to the bride-to-be … it wasn’t long before we were getting deep into absolutely inappropriately flirtatious dialog … it might have had something to do with the 4 rounds of Sake I and the gang bought the girls before the soup appetizer even arrived. The Sake did a good job of being a social lubricant and breaking down any remaining societal taboos that might still have existed as the gift unwrapping began.
“Oh my … what will I do with this … and how soon can I use it … “ laughing exclaimed Kinky Kelly … the bride-to-be, as she open a large “rascally rabbit” vibrating dildo. “With this new toy and a bottle of EZ-glide… why would I ever need Charlie!” … well wouldn’t you know the girls provided the EZ-glide as her next gift. It wasn’t long before the frenzy of hot horny gals seemed to forget they were in a public restaurant.
As the frenzy digressed the conversation headed down an exciting new avenue of opportunity … shortly Kelly and her maid-of-honor Erica, seemed to have a little rivalry competition going on … apparently, the side bet was who could land me first. While they thought I had no idea of their intentions, of course being of the male species I knew exactly what was going on … guys invented that fucking game … why do you think we roll with wingmen… duh.
The bigger game was in my head … both heads to be precise … turn the game on them … play no favorites and aim for the coup de grace … that’s right both of them at the same time. I wasn’t sure if the bride-to-be was actually enamored or just plain hammered … no difference … to me … if I could nail two birds with one stone … all the better. Plus give her one last un-throttled evening she will never forget.
Shortly the sweet nothings being whispered in my ear were starting to slur … it was time to make a move … or else face the narcoleptic moment that would occur … gotta make the remembrance in her brain something that has staying power (something that will come out in marriage counseling years from now). As the Japanese chef did the whole volcanic-fire onion trick (repeated nightly at any hibachi), Kinky Kelly took a quick nibble on my lobe as she whispered “I want your fire to explode in me … just like that.” … the fruit is now ripe for picking I thought as speaking softly back in her ear “Let’s go … I’ll show you an eruption that dwarfs Mt St Helens” … Kelly leaned towards Erica briefly as she grabbed my arm and said “You’re on big boy … lets go see this volcanic phenomenon … come with me” Now my brain is bouncing around like Jello as I think about cumming with her. She pulls me to the parking lot around the side where the bachelorette chariot awaits … a 15 passenger stretch Escalade.
Before the driver can even get out to open the door … she already has her hands firmly on pants caressing my man-tool … twenty paces behind us is her made-of-honor Erica … rascally rabbit in one hand … EZ-glide in the other … “Hey you two wait up … I thought you might want a test drive!” … As Kelly pushes me down, sprawling me out horizontally and pinning me to the leather seats, she replies to Erica “We were hoping for a demonstration … get in here beotch! … show us what you plan on doing with those bunny ears.”
As I feel the warm shapely lips, and hot wet tongue of Kelly bringing me to full attention … I see Erica on the corner seat hiking up her skirt to reveal her shorn-shaven love garage. God, I’d love to park my Mustang in her garage races through my head … as the blood starts to depart for the other head. In one swift motion, she is glistening with EZ-glide … playing with her clit in one hand … examining rascally rabbit with the other. As she reaches over with her moist wet fingers … slowly inserting them one at a time into my mouth Erica says “You likey?”
Kelly now has me as hard as a diamond in an ice storm … suddenly Erica pulls Kelly off and says “I want some … share bitch”. Suddenly it’s Erica ever so slowly sliding into the saddle cowgirl style … and Kelly glistening with EZ-glide straddling for my face for mustache rides. As the two beautiful specimens ride me like the horsey-ride outside Kmart … I can’t help but think “holy shit this is fucking awesome” … nobody’s going to understand this moment as they smirk and wink to each other across the church at the altar.
A moment later … a time-lapse that will forever be burned in my brain … they both took a breather from me rolling onto the floor of the Escalade with each other in a pending scene that would make any prior porn rentals pale in comparison.
At first glance with the groping, grabbing and flexible flying leg moves if I was watching girls’ night at wrestle-mania or some excellent lesbian porn flick that was just getting started … my question was answered quite swiftly as they played tonsil hockey as I had never seen it played before … I don’t think this was the first time these two hot bodies had been molded and pressed together like peanut butter and jelly.
Watching all the heated passion from just 2 feet away was enough to cause an aneurism … and a total shut down of the sloshing gray matter tucked inside my noggin. Which was fine cause if heaven is even half is good … I can hardly wait. Feeling left out of the main-course action … little by little I spooned in behind Erica, who was mind-numbingly mounted over Kelly as the two of them explored each other’s tonsils and checked each other’s body temperature via the nether regions two fingers at a time. As I moved in behind Erica noticing the glistening via the moonlight coming through the sunroof … I could see she was entirely wet both from EZ-glide and her own personal juices … as I slid my manhood into her slit … doggy style … I reached around for a nice grope of her perfect melons … kind of a friendly hey how you doing sort of grope. Wow, indeed it was like a volcano alright … hot … wet … flowing magma as I plunged balls deep into the depths of Erica.
Just as Erica and I were really getting into it, Kelly reached around grabbing my shaft by the ball sack at the base … and cried out “My turn … my turn … I’m the bachelorette … and I want you to fuck me hard!” … What’s any guy to do especially when a gal has got you by the balls … and is pulling you out of her maid-of-honor … and stuffing your manhood into her own garage … all you can do is happily oblige. Upon entry, I could tell right away here magma was even hotter and even closer to full eruption.
Kelly definitely knew what she wanted … and how she wanted it … absolutely taking full control of the state of affairs. Before long she had me flat out on my back riding my knob reverse cowgirl … while very selfish of her … I was able to examine and caress her fucking amazing ass. While Kelly remained in the egomaniac cat-bird seat position … Erica decided to straddle and mount my face with her glistening box of glory … slowly rock-grinding the goatee. Oh my god … they are going to find my dead body in the morning still stiff with a big grin on my face … cause surely the brain and ticker are going into overdrive and quickly reaching redline.
Magically like a John Woo movie sequence or a choreographed Grucci fireworks show on the 4th of July in Red Bank … all three of us reached an explosive finale … Kelly gushing from the inside out like a loose fire hose that lost control … Erica overflowing all over my face like the Hoover dam just busted open … all while I shot my load so hard and deep into Kelly … I half expected it to be coming out her nose. The parallel symmetry of three bodies exploding simultaneously … then slowly coming to rest from a full release of energy really gave a new personal definition of “The Big Bang”.