I took a two-week vacation and flew in to attend John's bachelor party that Friday night because he said it was important for me to be there. I almost didn't get to come because the company I worked for had just been acquired and the new management was in the process of really screwing things up for us.
I'm eight years older than Johnny, even though we met in college. I'd returned to school at age 27, using my GI Bill to get my degree after 8 years in the military. At the end of my second enlistment, I had tired of traveling and figured I could do better in the civilian world - which I did over the next decade after getting my bachelors. I had elected to enjoy the whole 'college experience,' so John and I had been roommates at Uni and remained good friends during the intervening years, keeping in touch and visiting each other often, with him providing me with moral support when my marriage fell apart, along with my job morale.
As luck would have it, a headhunter sensed there might be some discord at my current company and had called me. After a long chat, he convinced me to interview with another company in the same city where Johnny lived. As the firm offered to pay for my hotel stay and give me a nice per diem for food, I lined that up. I had them fly me in on the Friday morning of Johnny's bachelor party and, in doing so, I killed two birds with one stone.
When I arrived at the party, I was shocked to discover there were only four other guys there besides John and me (none of which I knew). Additionally, they were all about a dozen years younger than my current age of 41. The "entertainment" for the bachelor party arrived in the form of a cute, medium-height girl with waist-length, wavy chestnut hair, enchanting hazel eyes, a perky, turned up nose and a, to me, killer body.
I'm more a leg-and-ass man, preferring a tinier build, and this girl definitely had that, with small, but round, tits and a slim build. She seemed to know our host rather well -- trusted him, too. She didn't bring any muscle along! John instructed her to strip for us. The girl turned on the music and began to undulate as she unzipped the hoodie she was wearing (with nothing underneath). As she did, two of the guys quietly groused to each other about her tits being 'too small.'
They weren't, at least in my opinion. She was a B-cup, but today, guys appear to prefer 'thicc' or 'curvy' women and consider anything less than a D-cup as "flat." I don't happen to be one of them. The others mumbled into their beers about her lack of pulchritude, but did admit she "had a nice face, legs, and ass.".
Me? I kept quiet and sipped my beer until she finished removing her clothes. Naked, this girl -- Lisa, John had called her -- walked around to flirt, tantalize, lap-dance and kiss each of us, and she certainly had MY attention! She was built EXACTLY the way I liked 'em! While she got indifferent reactions from the other guys, I'd had a few more beers than I normally would by then and, feeling a little more emboldened, I put one hand around her waist to pull her to me, and used the other hand to grab her ass as she straddled me. This girl, Lisa, didn't complain, she just scooted right up, wiggled against my obvious hard-on and kissed me with far more passion than I expected from a hooker. Naturally, it got some hoots from the guys.
Feeling my oats, (or, rather, not feeling any shame due to the alcohol) I grabbed her long, thick hair and yanked on it, forcing her to arch her back and dip her head, providing me with perfect access to her tits. As I said, unlike other guys, I like them small. The ones with little tits always seem to have more sensitive nipples and a little bit more of a wild streak in them. I bit at the two buds atop her breasts once or twice and then kissed my way back up to her lips only to find her panting heavily.
"Hey, how about letting the rest of us get some?" chided the guy to my left.
I let her go and she let her hands glide down my body, stopping at my crotch as she slid off my lap. Lisa gave my erection a squeeze, causing the rest of the guys to chorus, "Hey, old man! Right on!" and "I think she likes you!"
When she got to the next guy, she immediately arched her back and tried to get him to bite her nipples, but he wasn't having any of it. He spun her around and smacked her butt cheek, telling her, "Lemme see that tight little ass of yours, sweetheart!" She squealed and then groaned when he thrust a finger in her ass, but then swatted his hand away when he got too rough.
The next half-hour pretty much continued like that, with her doing a dance, then making her rounds between us all, teasing, and the guys groping her, getting a little rowdier with each pass. After about an hour of dancing and flirtations, there was the offer for "a little more at an "extra charge." Nobody seemed willing to take her up on it, causing her to pout.
I held back because I was a little embarrassed at paying for sex at my age, but I finally gave in. I'd had less than a dozen fucks in the nine years since my divorce and she was a "hot little thing" in my book. Like I said, I like women with small breasts!
"I'll fuck you for $50." I told her.
Lisa squealed with glee and took my hand, leading me into the bedroom. All the other guys jeered and then went back to watching porn on TV while opening more beers. I was very surprised when she pushed me down on the bed and pulled off my pants and underwear in one yank. Lisa's eyes went wide and she smiled when she saw my cock. It throbbed as she slowly crawled up my legs, alternating kisses side-to-side as she gradually made it up to the object of her lust. In one move, the girl inhaled it and began to bob with a ferocity I'd never seen before. She didn't seem to have a gag reflex and had me cumming hard within minutes, sucking and swallowing it all down. Thinking it was over, I pulled out the fifty bucks and gave it to her.
Lisa batted it out of my hand, laughing in a deliciously evil manner. "What makes you think I'm through with you, stud?" she asked, throwing a leg over my chest and crawling up until her pussy was planted on my mouth.
I licked, sucked, fingered and fucked, making love to that little vixen. She didn't seem to want to stop and would climb on top of me and just impale herself onto my rigid tool and ride me like her life depended on it. I'd tried to stop her and inform her I had condoms in my pants pocket, but she was too far gone to take note of it. She rode me to three screaming orgasms before I felt that familiar tingling again.
I tried to pull out and ended up flipping her onto the bed so that I could control her movements and avoid cumming inside her without protection. She gave another demonic laugh and fought me a little, so I held her by her wrists, her hands above her head, pulled out of that wonderful pussy and jerked off over her tits before collapsing beside her.
Lisa surprised me by kissing me some more and playing with my cock. When it didn't rise immediately, she scooted down again and began to use that wonderful mouth to raise the dead. She was successful and we went at it again, with me mildly shocked that she didn't boot me out after I came!
Instead, we continued our lovemaking, with me worshiping her tight little body and putting her in every sexual position I could think of, making her cum about a dozen times to my three The girl had a kink streak in her a mile wide! We did it on the bed; with me standing and her ass hanging over the edge of the bed; with me standing, her head over the edge of the bed as I fucked her mouth, and then her tits as she rimmed me. When I sat in a chair, she simply straddled me and let me fuck her in the ass until she had two more orgasms.
"Jesus, you last a long time."
"I know. It was a complaint I often got from my wife, and most of the girls I dated."
"Really? Well, you won't hear any complaints from ME, stud! Let's go fuck in the shower!"
I made love to her there, cumming in her ass, then she cleaned me off and sucked me hard again before grabbing the shower head and lifting a leg, having me fuck her standing up. I nailed her until she couldn't hold her leg up anymore, came hard, and then almost fell. I lowered her to the shower floor and she sucked me hard again. We went back to the bed after drying off and I made sweet love to her and, after she came, cuddling with her, which made her cry.
"Shit, I wish I could take some pictures of you!" I said, wistfully.
"Why?"
"You're an absolute goddess!"
She laughed. "No, I'm not!"
"To me, you are! You're built exactly the way I love a woman to look."
She stared at me for a moment. "You really mean that?"
"Yes."
"Do you have your phone?"
"In my pants pocket."
She threw off the covers, revealing her body to me. "Go get it, stud! Take as many as you want!"
"Really?"
She giggled and nodded yes.
I got up and dug my phone out of my pants pocket. Three condoms fell out with it, and laid on the floor, completely forgotten. I think I took about fifty or sixty pictures of her, posing her and having her masturbate for me. Then she'd squeal and ask to see them. We snuggled again and went through the pictures, with her being very critical of her body, but with me complimenting her.
"God, I wanna fuck you again, Jack!" she said, throwing a leg over me as she sank down on my semi-erect cock. As she began to move, she pressed her hands against my chest and closed her eyes. I turned on my phone and made a video of her as she slowly fucked me. Her face held an angelic, ecstatic look as she undulated, increasing her tempo as she gradually built to a climax. When she opened her eyes and saw I was recording, she began to shudder, cumming hard.
I think we managed to get through at least half the kama sutra before I finally couldn't get it up anymore. I definitely got my money's worth and more! Lisa came in buckets every time I played with her tits, or told her how much I loved her nipples. I'm not sure how long we were in the room, but when I came out, two of the guys had left.
One other guy said he'd give her $20 for a blow job. She began to kneel in front of him and undo his fly, but he swatted her hands away while we all laughed. Getting up, she took his hand and pulled him into the bedroom with her. Given what she'd put me through, I figured they'd be there for another hour, so I opened one last beer and got on my phone, looking for my Uber app.
"Hey, Jack, don't worry about a ride," said Johnny. "I've got your back, bro!"
Not ten seconds after he said that, the door to the bedroom opened and the guy was zipping up his pants and buckling his belt as he came out, telling everyone it was time for him to go home. When the remaining guy declined to have sex with the girl, John asked the two of us if we could please clean up a little for him while he drove Lisa home.
*****
That following Sunday afternoon, John called me up at my hotel room.
"Jack, my man, I need to ask you something."
