The Day Of The Party Part 3.
Our story continues in Marie and Jean's hotel room.
Jean's perspective.
My eyes slowly blinked open as I lay naked on the bed, covered only by a sheet, and thinking about how Marie and I had dashed back to our room last night, frantically grabbing up our clothes in too much of a hurry to dress, my large boobs were swinging back and forth as we ran in a panic through the side door of the hotel. But nothing like Marie's massive boobs.
Luckily, we made it back to the safety of our room, encountering only one guy along the way. Who just smiled and said, "Wow! Now that's a nice pair of jugs!"
Marie still had enough of her wits about her to say, "Thanks," as we darted by.
I had never cared for the term, 'jugs', but in Marie's case, it was the perfect description. I remembered how aroused I was when seeing Marie running naked, her ass bouncing nearly as much as her huge tits, and that I should not have such thoughts about my stepmom, but maybe, I was still under the aphrodisiac effects of the mint herb that Lin and Ming had given us, or the erotic scene of Madison getting fucked so hard in the ass.
As last night's adventures flashed through my mind, I heard the shower running in the bathroom, and couldn't help but imagine Marie's hands rubbing back and forth across her huge tits covered with soapy suds, and how they must feel. If I went in there right then and started rubbing them, what would she do?
The urge to slide my hand down to my wet pussy and rub my clit overwhelmed me, as I moaned softly, wondering if this was the type of training Bill had imagined for me— being fucked by strangers and going to a bachelor party to no doubt be fucked again, and having erotic thoughts about my own stepmother.
I slid a finger deep inside my pussy, and wondered if Bill thinks about fucking Marie? I thought to myself, I know he is a boob man, and Marie's huge tits make every man's head turn, as do mine; I thought of the many times I teased the young guys bagging my groceries, by leaning a little farther forward than I needed to and giving them a quick peek of cleavage. I wondered why I stop there?
Would Marie stop there? Or would she take them into the back storeroom and fuck them! There was no doubt, I would be returning to Ames a far different person than when I left.
Marie's perspective.
The hot water from the shower felt fantastic as it streamed across my breasts; I ran a wet finger around each of my nipples, they became instantly hard.
Knowing that the lucky groom, some guy I didn't even know, would be sucking them hard and fucking me even harder in just a few hours at the bachelor party, made me horny as fuck. I slid two fingers from my other hand inside my sopping-wet pussy, knowing that Jean would likely be fucked by the same groom that would be plowing me was almost too erotic a sensation to handle. I hadn't been this aroused since Bill and Stan fucked me in the back of the coffee shop.
Would the groom tell his future wife what he was up to, the night before their wedding? I wondered if Bill would ever tell Jean that he had fucked me? If he did, I wondered if she would be angry or excited. Either way, I planned on telling Bill all about our adventures when I returned to Ames, likely while he had his cock buried balls deep in my ass.
As the water rinsed away the soapy suds, I noticed a hickey on each of my boobs, courtesy of the guys who had fucked me the night before, but I couldn't remember which one. I laughed out loud at the slutty realization of what had happened, and how wild it was watching Lin and Ming's helicopter fucking of Madison in the ass. God, I must try that someday.
As I thought about the wild time we had the previous night, my promise to Bill to keep his wife, my stepdaughter, from getting fucked on this road trip was a distant memory. She had been fucked by several men at Leon's, but in her drunken state, she thought it was Mary and I wearing strap-ons, but the previous night, she had no doubt she had fucked another man— well, other men— and the way Mark made her scream with that G-spot trick of his, Jean would never be the same after this trip.
I was sure when I explained it to Bill, he would be more aroused than angry with me; after all, training Jean to be a hotwife or a slut-wife was the reason for this trip.
I knew it had to be close to lunchtime, and I couldn't stay in the shower all morning playing with myself, being distracted with erotic thoughts, so I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.
Jean and I would need time to get ready for the bachelor party this night. At first, I was hesitant about taking Jean to a bachelor party because you could never know what would happen; it could range from a bunch of shy guys who wanted nothing more than a blowjob, to an all-out orgy approaching a gangbang, or even a gang rape. But since we were being paid to get fucked, I'd like to think of it as a gangbang.
Wrapping a towel around myself, I opened the door, which was about ten feet from the bed, where Jean was still lying, eyes closed, with a contented smile on her face.
I could see her hand moving under the sheets, fingering herself. Yep, Jean had changed. I stepped closer, and said, "Hey, sleepy head, better hop in the shower before the day gets away from us."
Jean was startled, at first, as I broke her out of her near-orgasmic trance with no indication of embarrassment on her face— more of a lustful gleam in her eyes. I had a strong sense that she was checking me out, staring at the top half of my boobs not covered by the towel.
Jean rolled out of the bed and stood there naked, something that she would normally not do. I couldn't help but wonder if the drink with the special herb in it had not worn off yet, or was this the new Jean.
"When do you think Carl will call and tell us where the bachelor party is?" she asked, with a slight tone of desperation like a woman needing to be fucked.
"Probably this afternoon, hun," I said.
Jean, still naked, turned and started sorting through the bag, with the lingerie in it that we had gotten from Leon. She was holding a very slutty outfit in front of her that was crotch less, so the woman wearing it could be fucked in the ass or pussy, without removing the lingerie.
"Which should we wear? I really like this one," Jean said in a throaty voice, aroused by the slutty clothes.
"I don't know, they are all so hot, but they might have outfits they want us to wear," I said. "The party probably has a theme, like leather or BDSM, or something; you know, like black-leather dom outfits," I told her.
Jean sorted through the bag until she came to the toys— a selection of dildos, and several different styles of strap-ons. Holding up a large black strap-on, she giggled and said, "I wonder if Leon's cock looks like this?" She blushed as she held it in her hand, fondling it, when to my surprise, she started sucking on the tip. She could barely get the head of it in her mouth, as she pulled it out and exclaimed, "Oh my god, I couldn't imagine getting fucked with something so big!"
I just smiled, as she did not realize she already had.
Then she put the belt around her waist and snapped it in place. Being such a large cock, a strap also ran between her legs, so it would stay firmly upright and poke outwards as a real cock would. Jean giggled and swung her hips from side to side, her boobs swaying wildly as the huge black cock bounced up and down. She swatted it and laughed, saying she was really hung.
I couldn't help but think how much Bill would love to see this.
Then, suddenly, Jean's whole demeanor changed, as she stepped closer and spoke in a low voice, like a man. "Hey lady, do you like my big black cock?"
I had to admit I was aroused and surprised by her sudden transformation, and decided to play along. I stepped closer to Jean 'til I was face to face with her. But she being several inches taller than me, I was looking up into her eyes, when I said in a sultry voice, "I love your big, black cock, baby. Do you want to fuck me with it?" As I started to stroke it, I made a moaning sound like it really turned me on, and... it kinda did.
Jean surprised me, as she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips while slipping my robe off my shoulders; it fell to the floor, then leaving me naked, as well.
Her breath came in short spurts, as did mine. I closed my eyes while we kissed, then I felt her hands fondling my boobs, lifting them up and down, admiring their heft, just like a man would; squeezing my hard nipples causing me to moan softly, an uncontrollable reaction, and I knew I really should bring a stop to this.
Jean continued speaking in a deep voice, saying, "I love your huge fuckin' tits!"
I felt my face blush, but I could only manage a smile in response to her compliment.
Then she moved her hands, from groping my boobs, to the top of my shoulders, and started pushing downwards— a sign for me to go to my knees as countless men have done in the past. And for some reason, I did just that, as I found myself kneeling before Jean with her giant, black strap-on cock in my face.
"Suck it," she said firmly, her hands on my shoulders as if steadying herself for the pleasure a man would feel, as I licked around the head of the huge rubber phallus and started sucking the huge cock as best I could. Jean, in an even deeper voice, said, "Yes! That's it, bitch; suck my big, black cock."
I knew that it should have angered me, and that I should have brought a stop to all of this. But god, it was so hot, and I didn't want to interfere with Jean expressing her sexuality. So, I sucked it in deeper 'til the huge cock was working its way down my throat, gagging me, as Jean started moving her hips back and forth, fucking my throat.
I pulled my head back, gasping for air, and looking up into Jean's lust-filled eyes, asked her, "Do you like the feel of your big, black cock in your slut's throat?"
Jean nodded, and beckoned me to stand. I stood, wiping my chin, as Jean kissed me, and said, "You've earned your reward, slut.
"Now, get on the bed, bitch," she commanded. Her voice was deep and stern, like a man when aroused with lust.
I turned and knelt on the bed, bracing myself, waiting for Jean to fuck me with the huge black cock. My god, I thought, what am I doing? I felt the tip enter my vag, then she pulled back and lightly tapped it against my clit, causing me to moan; then teasing me, as I was already on the verge of cumming.
Jean said, "You really want to get fucked, don't you, you dirty slut!"
I couldn't believe the dirty talk coming from Jean, as her sexuality was breaking free.
"Yes! God yes. Fuck me, fuck me, Jean, fuck me!" I said, wiggling my ass at her.
