This is a sequel to my story 'Babydick Fiancé at the Bachelorette'
It's where we find out what happened at my bride-to-be's bachelorette party.
Although based on reality this is a fetish fantasy tale of small penis humiliation, cuckoldry, female domination, male submission, cream-pie pussy licking, horny loving cheating bride, CFNM, a soupçon of piss, and a little bit of cruel mother/sister humiliation which, I suppose, introduces elements of incest fantasy into the story. So, if any of that offends you, please be kind to your sensitivities and don't insult mine by reading any further.
This is not a serious piece of erotica but an English suburban picaresque sex comedy. I have tried to leaven humiliation with tenderness, humour, and affection. In cruelty, there is love, sympathy, and joyfulness for those who understand.
The events I am about to describe are a mixture of confection and lived experience: a personal erotic fantasy built on the foundation of my own humiliating experiences.
The story is very much about adult relationships and everyone is 20 years old and above.
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Babydick Fiancé at the Bachelorette: Part 2
The Hen Night.
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I spent the night in a state of intense sexual excitement after my humiliation before the eyes of my darling Sylvia and her friends.
However, when I awoke the next day, the prospect of watching my fiancé open her legs for her powerful ex-boyfriends at her bachelorette party filled me with utter dread.
I tried my best to talk Sylvia out of it without upsetting her "Darling, I'm not sure that I approve of these plans for your bachelorette party. I know, I got excited last night and embarrassed myself and I'm so very sorry but that doesn't mean I like the thought of you and all your ex's...you know..."
Sylvia gave me a stern look "Yes, you're so right. You did get very excited last night and you were a total embarrassment and I should be very very cross with you. I can't believe you were sitting on Becky's lap with your pants off trying to wank that naughty little dick in front of all my girlfriends. Any other bride-to-be would be making a terrible fuss and calling off the wedding!"
She laughed "But fortunately for you my darling I'm not 'any other fiancé' and you're a very lucky man. I forgive you. You should be grateful and doing everything to please me instead of making such a silly fuss. I'm so looking forward to my hen night. Don't you want me to be happy?"
She was so persuasive. Of course, I wanted her to be happy. I wanted that more than anything in the world. I couldn't bear to see her upset for a moment.
I simpered: "Of course I want you to be happy my sweet. Your happiness means more to me than anything else and I'm so grateful but...I'm nervous and scared. Do I need to be there?"
Sylvia gave me an affectionate if cursory peck on the cheek. "Oh, you're so silly. Yes of course you need to be there. There's no need to be scared of my ex-boyfriends. They'll be too busy fucking me to bother with you.
You do need to be there. I want you to be there. My friends all want you to be there. If you want to marry me you will be there. Oh darling this is going to be the best hen party ever!"
So it was settled.
All through the week, Sylvia's friends dropped round to our house to discuss the party and she took endless phone calls day and night. I lay in bed listening to Sylvia chatting with excitement about which of her ex-lovers she should invite to the bachelorette. Sylvia had decided to choose only five of them, her favorites, saying she didn't want it to turn into some sort of ghastly gangbang. She squealed as she chose the best men, told her friends what each of them was like as lovers and what each was likely to do to her on her hen night.
I confess that this made me very aroused and one night I could bear it no longer. Overcome with lust I rubbed my erect dick against Sylvia's thigh and fingered her pussy while she chatted on the phone.
Any hope that my fingering and dry humping would put my darling in the mood for love were instantly dashed when she removed my hand, slapped my dick, and told me to stop fiddling and wanking, all the while chatting on the phone to one of her girlfriends:
"...sorry...it's just Dave. He's getting very excited about the hen night and he keeps rubbing his little stiffie against me....(laughs)...I know...Becky said she had to keep slapping his hand to stop him touching it....no, I haven't told him he won't be allowed to wank on the night...oh I know he won't like it but he'll do as he's told...you ladies can take turns to keep an eye on him and slap it if he touches it...oooh no! I hadn't thought of a cock cage...wow...that's such a good idea..."
When she got off the phone Sylvia turned to me and noticed I was sulking.
"Oh David, you're in a huff because, I said you can't touch your dick at my hen party. I was meaning to talk to you about it. After the way you behaved the last time my friends were here, I hardly think you have any reason to complain. I think it's for the best, don't you? I need this night to be special, for both of us. If you're sitting there wanking your little dick it certainly won't be special, it'll be cheap and tawdry. Besides, you know what you're like: you'll cum in under two minutes then you'll be in a bad mood. Also, I know at least three of my ex's will go ballistic if they see you wanking while you watch them fucking me and they would beat you up and that's so not what my bachelorette is supposed to be all about."
Sylvia was also determined that we should refrain from sex with one another until our wedding night. 'To make it special, she said.
She was such a traditionalist; in her funny way. She could see how disappointed I was so, out of pity, she let me climb between her legs so I could fuck her one last time before our prenuptial abstinence. My three-inch dick barely entered her pussy lips.
She smiled at me and laughed as I thrust and jerked. "Sorry darling, I didn't mean to laugh, it's just, I was thinking how; if I can barely feel your dick inside me now, how's it going to feel after my hen party? Oops, did you cum already?"
She told me to go down on her and satisfy her with my tongue after I'd cum. I always enjoyed doing this as it was the only way I could bring a woman to orgasm. She was rougher than usual, teasing me as she ground her pussy against my face. Afterward, she looked at me quizzically.
"Do you like eating your cum? A lot of guys won't eat pussy after sex. They hate the taste and think it's wrong for a man to let semen touch his mouth, even his own!"