Lily stared at herself hard in the mirror.
"Fuck," she spat, "fuck, fuck, fuck..."
What had she done? She loved Martin. She wanted to be with Martin. Martin was a good man. How could she have done such a horrible, horrible thing to Martin?
"Fuck..."
She hadn't even wanted a hen do, but Evie and Rebecca had insisted and it seemed a harmless enough thing to go along with. Even when they revealed the venue - male strippers at a dive of a club - she hadn't been particularly worried. She'd seen cocks; she wasn't about to get all hot and bothered about cocks.
But then he'd danced for her. Tall, dark and brooding; she'd been bewitched the second she laid eyes on him, and as soon as that had happened she'd done what she had been sure she wouldn't be in any danger of doing - she got carried away. Once he'd slipped off his meagre thong leaving his proud, succulent member a mere inch from her drooling lips she'd lost control, given in to temptation and pulled him into her waiting mouth. She'd licked his cum beading on the tip and it had been like nothing she had ever tasted before. He tasted of honey and the power of his essence left her heady and reeling as if she'd downed a shot of pure liquor. She had managed to maintain some semblance of composure at that point and released him back to the screaming hordes after just that merest taste, but later on she'd gone in search of him backstage, where she'd found him and dragged him, not unwillingly, back to her flat.
There she had gorged on him, drinking him in, letting his heady semen fill her mouth and, when she couldn't swallow any more, she let it splash down her chin and over her naked breasts. He fucked her until she was raw inside, and when she was brought to tears with the ecstasy and the agony of his thrusts, he turned her over and opened her virginal arsehole wide with his insatiable manhood. She had, eventually, passed out with him still inside her, and when she awoke he was gone.
A tear rolled down her cheek. She was a horrible person. What was she going to do?
"Fuck," she screamed, red faced in the mirror, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
"Calm down," said a voice behind her, "I'm here now..."
Lily's heart leapt into her mouth and she spun around in shock. There, perched on the edge of her bath, completely naked, was a large, middle aged woman. Her heavy breasts rested on top the folds of her swollen belly, which in turn hung down to just above her wide, dark pussy. Her arms and legs were covered in dark, downy hair, wiry tufts sprouted from under her arms while her pussy was a dark, impenetrable thicket. She spread her arms wide in a welcoming gesture. Lily was having none of it.
"Who the fuck are you?" She demanded.
"Who the fuck am I?" Asked the woman, indignantly. "Well, let's see shall we? Did you say fuck 10 times in the mirror..?"
Lily stared at her.
"I... I don't know," she snapped, although she'd definitely said it a lot. "I wasn't counting."