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Subject: {ASSM} Bachelorette Party (my slip 'n slide)
Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2001 09:10:04 -0500
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It had been, what?, a decade, oh my gosh, two decades!, since I'd been to 
any type of Bachelorette Party. My niece, Dawn, was getting married to some 
hunk from a neighboring town, not far from where I grew up. The food was 
great, true south Texas style, spicy and meaty (just like our South Texas 
men!). The drinks flowed liberally, just like our Rio Grande, now Tequila, 
now Dos X's. All the senoritas (and senoras, like me) were well lubed (and, 
soon to be, lubricated).

We had wacked a pinata, shaped as a giant pink penis, for several minutes, 
using a huge double-dildo, everyone laughing and giggling (and secretly 
wanting to suck it!), 'til, of a sudden, my sister-in-law, Suzie, broke it 
open! Out came all types of sexual novelties which men usually obtain in 
restrooms, for 3 quarters in a vending machine: wrapped condoms, some 
lubricated, some ribbed, some as french ticklers! Little plastic cylinders, 
which broke open at the middle, held zodiac readings, little playing cards 
with naked men, small packets with various lubricants and creams to make a 
dick last longer, and some little red pills which were claimed to be 
aphrodisiacs.

In the middle of all this frivolity, few others noticed, but I did, 
immediately, that a stripper had arrived with his bouncer (who was as 
gorgeous and as buff as the stripper!). The reason I took notice is that the 
hunk who was about to strip for our horny gathering was a kid I had taken 
note of in my son's college dorm room, one night, a couple of years ago. I 
was quite sure he didn't remember me from Eve's cat as he caught me staring 
and, when our eyes met, there was no recognition, whatsoever, on his part. 
My pussy started tingling in anticipation, then and there!

Soon enough, all eyes were on the door. The bouncer had a small boom box and 
did not hesitate to crank it up, playing Vanity 6's "Nasty Girl": "If you're 
not scared take it out and I'll do it like a real live nasty girl should!"  
and "I'm looking for a man who'll do it anywhere, even on a limousine 
floor." The "stripper" came in, dressed in a black tuxedo, only momentarily. 
By the time Sheena Easton was seductively crooning: "Won't you come inside 
these Sugar Walls?", Bo, the stripper du jour, was already both shirtless 
and pantless, gyrating his hips in form-fitting, jockey shorts (fruit-of-the 
loom), crimson red. As Bo made his way around the table, much like a bank 
boardroom table, with 20+ chairs, he'd make eye-contact with each horny 
broad. He arrived, right in front of me, eye to crotch level, just as the 
Divynls sang: "When I think about you, I touch myself. I touch myself." and, 
as if urged on by the lyrics, Bo would bring his right hand down and "touch 
himself", ever so slightly, but his meaning was clear as, when raising his 
hand off his crotch, he'd mimic that mind-fucking hand-motion: as if he was 
jerking-off, his right hand furiously imitating what was clearly a 
beating-off motion while his left hand pretended to caress his balls.

He moved on and, by the time he made his way around the table back to me, 
he'd worked up a nasty sweat to Jody Watley's "Love Injection" and Donna 
Summer's "Love to Love You, Baby". He did the most seductive fake orgasm to 
a Toni Braxton set, with her moaning in the background. There, Bo stood in 
front of me, crotch to nose. My pussy was moist and aching. My pussy was 
actually in pain, hurting, as if I'd given it too many push-ups or pull-ups 
at phys-ed! Rita Coolidge began singing: "Let it out. Let it all begin. Owe 
it to the wind." or was that "Blow it to the wind"? and as Bo made his way 
round the table to: "Do that to me one more time, I can never get enough of 
a man like you." all the girls, aged 18 to 40, seemed to meld into one 
age-group, all horny, unsatisfied, longing for the perfect fantasy to be 
fullfilled and, with it, their vaginas. A few girls actually had their hands 
inside their pants, subtly so. Chris Isaac sang: "It's those wicked games 
you play, that make me feel this way." And what way was that? Bo, for his 
part, was sporting a world-class erection, neatly outlined in his 
fruit-of-the looms (what a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way 
--i thought, my pussy longing for some clitoral strokin'). Obliviously to me 
or any of the other girls, Bo danced, his hands now brushing his penis 
through his jockeys, now twitching his nipples, similarly hard.

By this time, I had furtively sneaked my own hand in my drawers and, parting 
my lovelips, finding my loveknob, began flicking myself, occasionally 
letting my index finger penetrate my swollen lips: "Ooh you're making me 
high!", Toni Braxton hissed, between moans: "Do it again and then again and 
then again! You know you're makin me high!".

Bo made his way back 'round, "that's the way love goes" sang Janet. Whether 
he recognized me or not: "That's the way love goes", my eyes met his, my 
lust felt his, "You'll be so happy that you came. Oooh, I want to take you 
there. That's the way love goes!" sings Michael's little sister. Still, I 
was in the company of mostly younger broads, for, like a moth to the flame 
burned by the fire, I'd been there before. Time, now, for someone else's 
school of hard knocks. Somebody else's school of hards!".

At this point, some of the younger girls were singing: "Come to the body 
that loves you!" with Janet and, "These are the hands that'll touch you!" 
and Bo, well, he was beginning to melt. There was no resistance when my 
niece's maid of honor snagged his fruit-o'-the -looms with her right index 
finger and, persistenly, tugged and, tugged some more, downward --- exposing 
Bo, for the first time, his hard-on, his excitement, his frustration. Just 
as quickly, though, his member was safe inside his thong. This situation was 
obviously new to him. Not that he was suffering!

Just as quickly as he arrived at my spot on the table, he was off again. By 
this time, my female counterparts were horny enough to start taking 
"matters" in their own hands. To Janet's "Throb" and "Here we go now", my 
niece's friends began removing their tops, exposing nubile breasts, from A 
cups to D cups, some pointy and banana shaped, others with puffy nipples and 
large brown areolas, all of them in an obvious effort to engage their own 
fantasies at the expense of poor Bo. He didn't know whether to jack-off or 
suck this nipple, now that!

For my part, I'd often fantasized about Bo. Large Bi-ceps. Beautiful face. 
Buff in every manner. Seductive with his smile. "Love races to your private 
spots." If only Sheena knew. "Come spend the night inside my Sugar Walls."

"Let me take you somewhere you've never been."

"Come spend the night inside my Sugar Walls."

"I can tell you want me. It's impossible to hide. Your body's on fire. Isn't 
it? Come inside."

Then Tia sang: "When I was a young girl, to play was my entire world." and 
"Come, play and ride upon my slip 'n side!"

"I took the hose and put it in. That's when the pumpin' would begin!"

That's when Bo made his round to me: "Don't you feel this pressure build? I 
won't stop until I'm filled!"

Just then, the lights went out. The music stopped. The bouncer announced: 
"The party's over!"

Twenty or more girls let out a spontaneous moan. The Maid-of-Honor had Bo 
off to the side in earnest conversation. Within moments, Bo was on the 
stage, the girls were whistling and moaning in their sexiest, most seductive 
Donna Summers voice as he Divynl;s "I Touch Myself" began to play. The board 
table began to reverberate with the pounding of female fists to the chorus: 
"I'll get down on my knees, I'll do ANYTHING for you!" and "I want you. I 
don't want anybody else. And when I think about you, oooh, ooooh, I touch 
myself. I touch myself!".

Gosh. By this time, I thought of all the times I'd seen Bo, going and 
coming. All the times I'd fantasized about him penetratng my pussy with 
tongue and dick as my husband fucked me out of my brain.

Of a sudden, as if enjoying a flash of recognition, Bo smiled, looked into 
my eyes and, I know, thought: "I know YOU!" and, as if that were enough for 
him and for me and for all the chicks in the room and around the table, he 
gained the courage to "pull it out" so I could do it like a "real live nasty 
girl should!".

I pulled those fruit of the looms down and Bo stepped out of them. His 
erection almost stuck up straight against his belly! The girls in the room 
and around the table let out a collective scream of approval and started 
shanting: "Shoop. Shoop a doop. Shoop a doop a doop a doop!" -- Bo looked at 
me and said: "I'm gonna shoop Baby!". Yo give me nice dreams. You make me do 
what you wanna do.

Bo stood there, penis glistening with pre-come, his eyes fixed on mine. What 
in the world possessed me there? I don't know, but I tore off my blouse and 
bra and hung those 36D's in front of Bo, cliinching them together and 
inviting him to the titty-fuck of his young life.

Bo looked at me, the gals sang: :"You make me do what I wanta do when you do 
... I reached out and grabbed that young penis in my hand as Meg Ryan 
screamed: "Oh God. Yes. Yes. Yes." on someone's audio system (from Hally Met 
Sally).

Oblivious to anyone else in the room, this was my moment, I grabbed Bo's 
dick and pumped it. His uncut, uncircumsized foreskin slid over his big 
purple glans, his prickhead glistening with pre-come and my saliva. I moved 
my hands forcefully and still, so gently, along his swollen member. His 
breaths became short and interrupted. I didn't know who might explode first. 
I longed to taste his jism, his warm come in my mouth. I longed, too, to 
watch it spurt, gobs of semen on my tits, on his hands, in his pubes.

Suddenly, we both snapped back in awareness. We weren't alone but were 
surrounded by twenty or more horny chicks and one bouncer who was as 
attractive as the dancer, dutifully attending to the music from the 
tapedeck. As he motioned to the crowd, that familiar knife across the neck 
signal: it's over, the girls around the table let out a collective moan.

True professionals that they were, the dancer and the bouncer made as if to 
get dressed.

My cousin, Robbie, and cousin-in-law, Jackie, were the first to raise a 
scene. They dug in their pocketbooks and raised handfuls of cash. As if on 
cue, the other ladies reached into wallets and purses and raised handfulls 
of cash as an enticement. After some "negotiations", Robbie and Jackie 
announced that both the bouncer and Bo were going to provide one extra bit 
of entertainment.

The girls around the table looked at one another: "What?" and then, with 
nods of wholehearted affirmation, once they caught on, grew frantic and 
horny, for, in the next act, Bo and the bouncer had agreed to masturbate!

Both of them naked and oiled, they began stroking their cocks to an 
attentive audience. Bo gripped his firm rod with one hand and used the index 
finger of the other to penetrate his anus, fucking his asshole with his 
finger as he furiously pumped his dick with his other hand, The bouncer had 
a serious hard-on and moved behind Bo and stroked in ryhthm to Bo's every 
beat of the meat.

Before it was all over, both young dudes were alternately standing or 
squatting on the huge board table, jacking-off, beating-off, chokin' the 
chicken, sometimes with lotion, sometimes with two fists, all in front of a 
horny audience of wet panties.

Bo pumped furiously as his partner, the bouncer, slowly approached from 
behind. Bo's eyes met mine and called out my name. It was obvious he 
recognized me (the little bastard!). They both were jerking off, beating 
off, jacking off, wanking and wacking, oblivious to any onlookers. Bo's 
buddy reached out and grabbed a tube of KY and greased his rod and, before 
anyone had their full wits about them, went behind Bo and impaled him, 
shoving that rod up Bo's tight-cheeked ass, humping him to Tony Braxton: "Do 
it again and again and again!."

"You know I want you so bad" is all I could think as I took Bo in my mouth,. 
I sucked on each ball, one at a time, running my tongue over their hairy 
surface. I swallowed his dick, taking it down my throat ... my lips forming 
a vacuum, slurping and sucking, sucking and slurping ....

He ...........................came. Gobs. Gobs of come in my mouth, on my 
cheeks, in my hair ... that little bastard! I wanted it all in my 
pussy!!!!!!!!!!!! take the hose and screw it in! that's when the pumpin' 
would begin! the water flowed most everywhere! the wetness sprayed into the 
air! come play and ride upon MY slip 'n slide
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