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My Bachelorette Party Turns Into an Orgy

My Bachelorette Party Turns Into an Orgy

I couldn’t believe it. In a couple of days, I would be marrying the love of my life, Ethan. We had spent months planning the wedding and now it was almost here. I was relieved, in a way, because wedding planning had become so stressful. His family was already here, and to be honest, they were kind of overwhelming. There was so much family everywhere, that when it was time for my bachelorette party, I welcomed it wholeheartedly.

My four best friends and coincidentally, bridesmaids had taken over the idea of a bachelorette party. They had almost been planning it as long as I had been planning the wedding. It was nice not having to worry about that, at the very least. But, tonight was the night. All of everyone’s hard work was coming to a close. I was excited.

I got myself all dolled up. I perfected my makeup, and put on a hot little red cocktail dress, covered in sequins. I looked like a star, and I felt like one too. Ethan was having his bachelor party that night as well. I wasn’t worried though. I didn’t care that he may have a stripper or strippers. Ethan was a good man. He had always treated me with the utmost respect. I trusted him beyond all reason. He had never given me a reason to think otherwise.

The girls showed up to the house, not by knocking, but by the thumping of music. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, only to see that they had rented a party bus for us to go to the bachelorette party. How awesome! I stepped up into the bus and the girls showered me in party favors, including a “Bride” sash and a headband that also said Bride, but had two little toy penises dangling from it, flashing lights. I laughed my ass off.

The girls poured the drinks, and I downed them. We all did. We drove around the city, dancing and drinking. I watched as my maid of honor swung on the stripper pole in the bus. Everyone was lit, and it was fantastic.

The party bus stopped at a club. I asked what we were doing, and the girls had happily informed me that they got us tickets to a Magic Mike strip show. It sounded like a blast. We hopped off the bus, and my bridesmaid Serena told the bus driver we would call when it was over for him to come pick us up.

The show was fantastic. My crazy bridesmaids had bought me a “hot seat” and soon, a sexy stripper named Brad was putting his junk in my face. He grabbed me and simulated eating me out, causing all of my girlfriends to scream. It was a blast. I had to admit, he was hot. All of them were, but I was enthralled by Brad. The way he moved his body was inherently sexy. This was a damn good show.

After the show, we got to meet the strippers. My girls encircled Brad and asked him what he had planned for the night. He said after a show, they’re usually free to do anything. The girls begged and pleaded with him to come with us on the bus and finish out the night. “For the bride,” they whined.

I thought they were crazy, even through my drunkenness. But to my surprise, he said okay! Within minutes, we were all piled on that bus, and the girls bombarded Brad with drinks, so he could get on our level. It was a blast. We were all dancing together, swinging on the stripper pole. All the girls were touching Brad and giggling. He looked like he was enjoying himself too.

Then one simple thing happened, and what followed was unheard of. My bridesmaid Leah was so wasted, she threw off her top, and starting shaking her tits to the music. Everyone was amused, including Brad. She didn’t care though. She was yelling, “Somebody touch my tits!”

Everyone was soo drunk, including myself. Another bridesmaid, Ellen, grabbed her tits. Everyone squealed. Suddenly, more and more clothes started to come off. The bus had been parked by now. We told the driver he was welcome to stop and get himself something to eat. He had decided to stop and IHOP and went in, leaving all of us in the bus.

Everything happened in such a blur. I had been sitting on the bench, sipping some champagne, while I watched it all unfold. Leah and Ellen were making out and their hands were all over each other’s bodies. They were both in their bra and panties. Brad was sitting next to me, watching the situation unfold, like I was.

I watched as Leah started sucking on Ellen’s nipples. Ellen tossed her head back and moaned. I had to admit, the whole visual was hot. The music was pounding, and the alcohol was in full force. It was hot. Serena and my other bridesmaid Mary, were talking and giggling.

I looked over at Brad and really took a look at his body. He was so muscular. He had rock hard abs and thighs that bulged. I suppose you had to have a body like that to be a male stripper. In my drunken stupor, I told Brad how hot he was and how I wanted to see what he was packing. I ran my hands over the front of his boy shorts, rubbing on his bulge and giggling. He raised his eyebrows. The other girls cheered and agreed. We all wanted to see Brad naked at that point.

He decided to put on a show, using the stripper pole. He swung around it, then came up to each of us and grinded into our lap. When he was on Leah, he took her naked titties in his mouth and started sucking on them. I could feel myself becoming wet. I was jealous. I wanted him to touch me like that.

I slipped off my panties and spread my legs, exposing my pussy. “Hey Brad,” I called. “Get your face in my pussy!”

He grinned and said, “Absolutely.” He came over to me and got on his knees while the other girls watched. He grabbed my hips roughly and pulled them forward, sliding me to him. He put his face in it and began circling my clit with the tip of his tongue. I grabbed the leather of the seats beside me as I laid back with my eyes closed. The sensation was wonderful. I hadn’t had my eyes closed for long when I felt lips on each of my nipples. I opened my eyes to see both Leah and Ellen sucking on each of my nipples. Brad still had his face in my pussy and was lapping up my sweet juices. I moaned loudly. I looked over at Serena, who was bent over with her ass in the air and Mary was fingering her from behind. She slid her fingers in and out of Serena’s wet pussy. Serena was panting and rubbing her swollen clit.

The scenery was crazy, and it was as if we were all in a trance. Brad had stopped eating me to allow Ellen to suck on his dick. He was groaning and grunting as she took him into her mouth and was working his dick down to the base. I was so turned on. I turned to Leah and took off her panties, rubbing her sweet slit. She was so wet, it turned me on more. I positioned her to where our pussies were against each other. We moaned and grinded our clits together.

A few minutes later, I looked over and saw Brad pummeling Ellen. She was screaming out in pleasure. Everybody was so hot and heavy. We were all moaning, wrapped up in our sex. The girls were all over each other and each girl was having a turn with Brad.

When it was my turn, I climbed atop of Brad while he laid back on the seat. I lowered myself on his hard dick and felt my pussy stretch. The feeling was amazing. He slid in so easily. He put his hands on my hips, lifting me up as I grinded and dropping me down to the base of his dick. The pressure was immense, but it felt so good. I felt myself seize up, about to come and he rocked his dick harder into me, fueling my orgasm. I shattered, and flooded his waist with my juices. My lovely bridesmaids cheered.

The night faded into morning. We all were severely hungover. The bus driver never did say anything to us about that night. We paid him, and went on our way. Brad kissed me and thanked me for an exciting night and wished me all the happiness in my future. My husband still doesn’t know what happened the night of my bachelorette party. I thought it best not to tell him.