All persons having sex in this fictional story are over eighteen.
They came bursting in the door of the bar like all the previous bachelorette parties had, squealing and yelling. The lucky bachelorette was wearing a sash identifying her as such. These bachelorette and bachelor parties came to the island almost every Friday or Saturday night from May to September.
I'd docked my forty foot cabin cruiser down the street from all the bars at the marina for the past two summers. On this particular summer Friday night I was seated at my usual spot, near the end of the bar, when the roudy partiers came bursting in. The people that think bachelor parties are bad, with drunk, horny guys inappropriately grabbing women and cussing and carrying on, have not seen a bachelorette party. The women are much more brazen and direct than the men. It's like the party excuses them from social norms and they just let loose. The women's mentality during these parties is one of the reasons I came to this island. It was fascinating to watch the base personalities of the women come out and their sex drives be on full display.
My name is Mark and I'm that tall, dark and handsome guy with the big dick you've read about. No, I don't need the women to be drunk to hit on me. I've had to beat them off with a stick my whole life. Lucky me, you might think, but it gets tiring at times. Guys constantly want to kick my ass when they catch their girls looking at me. I've had numerous fights with jealous spouses.
I enjoy coming here for the bachelorette parties and particularly the bachelorettes. It's my kink. I really love being the last cock these women get before being stuck with only their husband's dick for the rest of their lives. I do try to give the soon-to-be brides the most pleasurable experience I can, so I'm not totally a selfish ass.
My cock is big enough to leave a lasting impression, if the bachelorette is sober. I prefer spending the night with them, and fucking them in the morning to ensure that they're at least somewhat sobered up. I'll take them to my boat when I can, but there are several hotels within walking distance of the bars as well. My hope is that maybe they remember ol' Mark and his big schlong while they're on their honeymoon. It's evil, I suppose, but damn it gets me off thinking about it.
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This bachelorette party was following the same script as all the others. Two or three of the women spotted me and practically dragged me over the the table with them. They had me sit next to the future bride and she hung all over me. Her name was Cassandra but everyone called her Sandy. She was beautiful, with shoulder length auburn hair, a tall athletic figure and ocean blue eyes. Her future groom was a lucky man. His name was Jim Hamilton, Sandy drunkenly told me that over and over while kissing on me and grabbing at my crotch most of the night.
About eight of the partiers had rented hotel rooms down the street for the weekend and after last call we all headed over to their hotel. There were three other gentleman that they'd wrangled along as well as myself. I had nursed three beers throughout the night and was practically sober, but the other gentleman were all inebriated.
One of the girls, Tina, was being very protective of Sandy. She was sharing a hotel room with her and she took me aside while we were walking to the hotel and pleaded with me to not do anything with Sandy.
"Mark, please don't have sex with Sandy. Jim wouldn't understand. Sandy loves him and she'd be devastated if she lost him. If you come to our room I promise I'll take care of you, so please just fuck me and leave her alone." Tina practically begged.
Not that Tina wasn't good looking in her own right, but I'd come this far with the bride-to-be and she's the one I wanted. So I told Tina what she wanted to hear just to get up to the room with Sandy. "I'll come up to the room with you and Sandy and then when she falls asleep you and I will fuck the rest of the night." That got me a drunken smile and a pat on my crotch.
Once we reached the hotel the women split us guys up, one per room which meant those other gentleman might be living out a fantasy tonight.
Sandy, Tina and I went into their room and Tina immediately went into the bathroom. She came out with just a long t-shirt on and crawled in her bed. Sandy went in next and I heard her brushing teeth and getting ready for bed. She came out the same as Tina with a long shirt on and she crawled into her bed. I went in, peed and ran some of their toothpaste across my teeth with my finger.
When I came out Tina was snoring but Sandy was looking me right in the eye. She climbed out of bed, took off her shirt and took me by the hand to her bed.
"I'm glad Tina fell asleep so quickly. I didn't really want her sloppy seconds." Sandy said sounding dead sober with a big grin.
"Sandy, I want to make sure that you want to do this. Tina was afraid Jim might find out, call off the wedding and you'd be crushed. Are you absolutely sure that you want to do what I think we're getting ready to do?"
"Mark, this is my last fling before I become a faithful married woman. Nobody will know about this but us. I've felt your dick enough tonight to know that it's pretty impressive and you're very easy on the eyes, so drop those underwear, take off that shirt and lay back on the bed. I want to see what that thing looks like hard." She said with a hungry look in her eye.
I moved over near the bed and took off my clothes. Once I was naked Sandy shoved me on the bed and climbed up herself. She wasted no time getting me in her mouth. Little Mark was hard in record time. Sandy was moaning as she was sucking me like I was the best thing she ever tasted. Maybe I was. She took me right to the edge and then came up my body to kiss me.
Sandy was an experienced lover. She kissed me deeply and I could feel the heat and wetness of her sliding down my stomach to reach her goal. Once she started moving my cock in position and began guiding me in her extremely wet pussy she gasped out. "Oh, fuck, so big. Oh, yesss. I've waited all night for this."
I kissed Sandy hungrily as she worked herself to her first orgasm, quietly whimpering into my mouth as it ran through her. I gently held her close and rolled us both, still connected, over until I was on top of her. Sandy smiled up at me after the move. I resumed grinding into her slowly just as she had when she was on top. Her pussy gripped me like the proverbial velvet glove. She was jutting her hips up to meet my long, gentle thrusts moaning with each penetration.
Sandy grabbed my head and forced her tongue deep in my mouth. She pulled off to look in my eyes, still holding my head. "Fuck me. I don't care if Tina hears us. Fuck me!" she commanded.
I continued to slam into her for two or three more minutes when I saw Sandy form a silent 'O' with her mouth just before screaming out her orgasm. I let go at that point myself and fired rope after rope of cum in her glorious pussy. I fell off to the side of Sandy and kissed her passionately breathing hard after my orgasm. She was doing the same.
I looked over towards Tina to see if she'd awakened. Sandy saw me looking and looked over as well. Tina was still snoring. Sandy turned back toward me and leaning on her elbow asked; "Will you take me to your boat? I'm not through with you yet and I don't want to worry about Tina waking up and seeing us together."
"I'll be glad to. What will Tina say when she wakes up and you're not here?"
