Stuck At A Bachelorette Party Pt 03

Thanks to everyone who liked or commented on the first two parts of my story. I've never published any kind of writing online, so I've been pleasantly surprised by the community here on Literotica. I appreciate the positive comments just as much as the critiques, and I hope you will enjoy the end of this chapter of the story.

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Ethan sat again amidst the shambles of his bed. Covers splayed across the floor, and the sheets remained a stained mess. This had to be the strangest night of his life. He was certainly no virgin, but neither was he someone who women pursued. His last girlfriend was a few years in the rearview, and he managed to chat his way to a hookup every couple of months on the apps. Then there was his fling on vacation abroad last summer, but that was it. What the fuck was happening tonight? He suddenly envisioned remoras swimming under a shark, picking up stray bits of food. If the strippers were sharks, he was that ugly little remora - eating the leftovers, but not hunting for himself. If being a remora led to having two different women throw themselves at him on the same night, he thought there were worse things.

The fatigue of the long drive suddenly washed over him again. Sex with Anna had perked him up like a shot of adrenaline. Hooking up with Julie has done the same, but each had also drained whatever energy he had left. He couldn't go straight to sleep, though, because he knew his sister would spot the signs of a hookup if, no, when she came back to his room.

With a sigh, he got up and went across the hall to the linen closet. He dropped his dirty sheets in the laundry basket and tossed some fresh ones back through the door before closing it. He returned to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower, this time remembering to lock the door. Soon, he was clean and comfortable in a newly made bed. His mind swam with memories of what happened tonight. He wondered if this was his reward for the hell that was the storm, or maybe the moon was in some perfect alignment that made these women go crazy.

As these thoughts bounced around, he realized his thinking was disordered. He was so tired he was becoming incoherent, and he wouldn't be surprised if he woke tomorrow to find this was all an intense sex dream. Something his brain cooked up because he knew what was happening in the other room. Once again, Ethan succumbed to sleep.

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Ethan continued to dream of sex, hearing moaning and panting coming from all directions. He tried to go with it, like a lucid dream, but the moaning was always in some room he couldn't reach. His sleeping mind began to swim in the way it only can when you wake suddenly, and the nonsensical logic of your dreams overlaps with reality for a few seconds. Something real had roused him, though. Voices were coming from outside his door. No, not voices, moaning and labored breathing.

Ethan stalked quietly towards the door, and it became clear that whatever he was hearing came from the hall right outside. It sounded like whoever it was must be along the other wall, so he put his hand on the knob and prepared to slowly open it, then stopped. What if it was his sister out there with one of the strippers? He didn't want to see that, especially with her wedding a couple of days away. Curiosity overcame him and he silently turned the handle and opened the door enough for him to peek through.

What he saw took his breath away. Mia was standing against the wall with her white dress hiked up over her hips. Another woman in a short dress crouched in front of her, pushing her face into Mia's pussy. Mia's engorged nipples showed clearly through her dress, and her full attention was focused on the other woman. After a moment, Ethan decided the girl on the ground was Lisa, one of his sister's friends from college. He didn't know Lisa as well as some of these other women, but he was pretty sure she was straight, and he had never known Mia to favor girls. But there they were, wrapped up in each other right in front of him.

Ethan moved slightly as he stared, eliciting a small creak from the door. Lisa was oblivious, but Mia lifted her drunken gaze to investigate. She spotted her voyeur and gave a small wink. Her mouth silently formed words for Ethan to read, which she reinforced with motions of her hands: "You showed me yours, I guess I should show you mine." Her hands pointed to his crotch, to underline her point.

Mia adjusted her position, pushing Lisa's head back to let Mia drop her black thong to the floor. As she did, Mia angled her hips to provide Ethan a clear view of her fully shaved pussy before pulling Lisa's face back into her. Her eyes closed again in pleasure as Lisa worked her magic, and Ethan felt his cock thicken in his boxers.

"Show it to me.", she mouthed, miming pulling down her pants. Ethan froze. "I'll make it worth your while." She added.

Ethan opened the door slightly wider and fumbled with his waistband to get his boxers off. His cock stood rigid against the cool door frame as Mia drunkenly mouthed words at him again. "Nice. Now watch." Sliding forward, Mia stood Lisa up, pulling her into a deep kiss. At the same time, Mia's hands slipped under Lisa's skirt to drop her panties. With the back of Lisa's dress slightly raised, Ethan had a clear view of her ass. She was asian --or maybe Hawaiian?-- and her light brown skin perfectly accentuated her plump ass. He couldn't see them from this angle, but he remembered she had huge tits as well. Ethan studied her, waiting for Mia's next move.

Mia slid herself to the floor with her back against the wall, pulling Lisa down to her knees to continue their make-out session. Spreading her thighs again, Mia pushed Lisa's head back down toward her splayed pussy. Lisa slid back onto all fours to accommodate her, and Mia grabbed a handful of her dress at the same time, revealing Lisa's tanned ass. Lisa's spread cheeks couldn't have framed her pussy and asshole more perfectly if she had been intentionally showing off for Ethan. Like Mia, she was also fully shaved and her pussy was a swollen pink against her otherwise dark skin. He slowly stroked his cock as he watched her slide one hand back to finger her clit, and her hips began to roll in a steady rhythm as her mouth worked on Mia's juicy pussy. Ethan could see it all.

Mia watched Ethan rub his hand slowly along his shaft, then looked up to make eye contact. Staring straight into his eyes, she began to cry out. "Yes, fuck yes. I've thought about you licking my pussy SO many times." One of her hands held Lisa's head while the other pointed at Ethan. "I love finally seeing your sexy side! Your body is so fucking hot and I'm so wet for you! Look at my pussy - it's yours whenever you want it. Lick it, fuck it, whatever you want." She swallowed, lost in the moment before continuing, "Fuck, show me! Show me what you can do! That's right, touch yourself! I want us to come together. I want us to come all over this hall."

Just then, a thump sounded as someone headed down the stairs from the living room. Mia froze for a moment, pulling back on Lisa's hair, and Ethan closed the door until he could barely see through it.

"Hey, where did you guys go? You've been gone for a while." It was his sister. Lisa and Mia scrambled to pull themselves together and slipped quickly into the bathroom. Ethan's cock wilted; his sister sounded too much like his mom, and he felt like a high-schooler who had been caught jacking off in his room.

"Just a minute," Mia yelled through the door. I'm not feeling so good, and Lisa is sitting with me while my stomach settles.

"Okay, don't be long." Elizabeth's feet were visible momentarily on the stairs before she turned around to head back up. Ethan silently closed the door and heard Lisa and Mia scuttling up the stairs moments later.

Ethan poked his head out of the door, and they were all gone. The smell of pussy hung in the air, though. Did his sister not notice that smell of sex, or was that how the whole upstairs smelled? As he turned to head back into his room, Ethan felt cloth brush on his fingertips. He glanced down to see two pairs of panties hanging off the doorknob. He picked them up, noting the wet spot in the crotch of each. Had Lisa been part of this, or did Mia secretly sneak them onto the doorknob as they hurried upstairs?

Closing the door behind him, Ethan retrieved Anna and Julie's panties from under the bed and laid all four pairs on the bedspread. Two thongs (Anna's and Mia's), the blue silky pair (Julie's), and some European-looking low-cut briefs (Lisa's). He had seen all of these Women's woman's naked pussies in a single night, and he envisioned the details of each as he looked at the underwear they'd left behind. What the fuck was going on tonight?

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Ethan was still overwhelmingly tired, but he knew there was no way he could fall back asleep now. Firstly, this night was just too weird, and he could never make enough sense of it to sleep. Aside from that, while his first two visitors had left him exhausted but

fulfilled

, Mia and Lisa had only teased him. After sleeping with two women tonight and playing voyeur to two more, saying he was sexually frustrated would be an overstatement, but he definitely wanted more.

Ethan performed a silent accounting of who was likely to be at this party. He had seen Anna, Julie, Mia, and Lisa, so that's four. There had been two strippers, but they may have left, based on the lack of music in the other room; it was hard to tell. His sister was here too, and he just seen that she was still awake. He was sure Alysha and Maddie had been invited as well, plus probably Chloe. That was eight right there. He turned to look at the four pairs of panties spread across the bed. Emboldened by the events of the night, Ethan stashed all four pairs under the chair from which his wet clothes hung and decided to head upstairs to look around.

Silently, he opened the door to his room and tiptoed towards the stairs leading up to the living room. He knew every corner, squeak, and loose board from years of living in this house, and he expertly snuck to the bottom of the stairs to take a peek. People were definitely still awake; he could hear voices, but they were quieter than they had been earlier in the evening. It was nearly 3 am by this point, and he figured some of them must have started passing out or going to bed.

He began creeping up the stairs to take a look when a voice behind him nearly stopped his heart. "Where do you think you're going?" The voice was serious with just a hint of laughter. Ethan turned to see Kayla, his sister's maid of honor, who he had totally forgotten about in his mental guest list.

Kayla was a bit of a mess. Her lipstick was smeared, as if she had been making out. Her little black dress had a smattering of glitter down one side, and her left shoulder strap appeared to be stretched out, leaving it dangling lazily down her arm. It was obvious she'd been drinking, but it was hard to say if she was drunk -- she seemed pretty together, even if she looked like a character at the end of a raunchy '80s movie.

"I've been looking for you, you know. I saw your car out front, and I knew you were here somewhere. What the fuck have you been doing while we partied upstairs? Have you been spying on us?" Kayla drew out her syllables, making this last bit less of an accusation and more of a tease. "There's been plenty to see up there, let me tell you." Kayla motioned to her disheveled dress, reaching up to replace her shoulder strap, which immediately fell back down. "But my lips are sealed. Whatever happens at a bachelorette party stays at the bachelorette party."

"It looks like you've had a big night," Ethan said gently as he conspicuously eyed her makeup and dress. "You could at least tell me what happened to you."

"Oh my god. This is my first night without the kids since who knows when, so I drank too much too early. Which, made me a little too excited about winning party games." She gestured to the glitter, smeared makeup, and her stretched dress. "But I won. I won

all

the games and got

all

the prizes. Wanna see?"

Suddenly skeptical, Ethan froze for a moment. What kind of prizes could she have won at a bachelorette party?

"Oh, I know you want to see", she teased." Kayla reached into the oversized purse slung over her side and pulled out a small remote control. "This is neat, check it out." She pushed a button, and Ethan heard a distant buzzing. Kayla directed his searching face towards the bottom of her dress, pulling up the hem so Ethan could see a small wire winding from her panties to a small box tucked into the top of her thigh-high stocking. After being distracted momentarily by the fact that she was wearing some seriously sexy stockings and garters, Ethan put the picture together and understood what the remote was for.

"And it does this, too." She thumbed a button with an up arrow, and the buzzing intensified. Kayla leaned forward and braced herself on Ethan's shoulder as her face went slack momentarily. Then she turned the power back down and said, "Truly, a mom's best friend. I won that one for the cock crafting competition that earned me all this glitter." She motioned to the sparkles running down her dress, posing her body as if she were a game show model highlighting some big prize."I also won this for the sex yoga contest where we all tried to contort our bodies into the most challenging sex positions." Her hand indicated the stretched shoulder strap without bothering to pull it up again as she reached back into her purse. The angle of her body, combined with the loose strap, made her ample left breast loll forward, nearly spilling from her dress before she stood straight with her prize.

"Sex dice! I'm glad I won, but they're actually pretty lame. I spent some time at the craft table blacking out the boring options. The only two left are the ones I really like, so I'll win every time!" All sides of the dice that Ethan could see had been scribbled black with marker. He was suddenly very curious to know which sides remained, but Kayla had already moved on to the next prize.

"This," she said as she fished around in her bag, her breast threatening to break free again, "was my greatest accomplishment, though." Kayla produced a giant, black dildo, easily 10 inches long. "I won this in the deepthroat competition, can you believe I fit this whole thing down my throat?" She leaned forward, to mime sucking it. Then, with an impish look in her eye, she swallowed the full length until her lips rested on the balls at the bottom. Her breast finally spilled out of her dress now, and Ethan could see it was a full D cup with no sag whatsoever. Not bad for a mother of two.

Ethan understood how her makeup got so badly smeared as she pulled back, with a line of spittle still connecting her mouth to the tip of the rubbery glans. Realizing her tit had fallen out she adjusted herself matter of factly, and continued as if she had been nonchalantly talking the whole time, "I mean, everyone won a dildo based on how much they could take. Your sister took home this tiny little red bullet." Kayla spread her fingers to demonstrate the length, "Her poor fiancé...."

Ethan found his voice, "Wow, you have a lucky husband. I've only ever seen moves like that in porn, and most pornstars can't even pull that off."

"That's the thing. Gary doesn't appreciate any of it. We're still together for the kids, but he basically ignores me."

"Well, it's a small consolation, but tonight you've earned yourself a full kit to take care of yourself. At least there's that." Ethan was playing at being cool, but this was a lot to take in.

"It's just not the same. A dildo can't pin me against the wall while it rips my clothes off. A vibrator can't put both hands around my throat while it pounds me into the mattress. I can never really take care of all my needs," Kayla pulled her hands back up one die still in each, "with just my two hands," Her outstretched hands finally revealed the white side of each die. One said 'fuck my pussy' and the other said 'fuck my ass'. She looked up from her hands at him, "especially at the same time."

Maybe Ethan's brain was too tired to resist anymore. Or maybe his inhibitions had ebbed away over the course of the night. Or it could be that he had learned something today about how to seize the moment. Whatever the reason, he reached out his right hand and placed it around Kayla's neck, pushing her into his room and closing the door. Ethan held her pinned against the wall while kissing her roughly, tasting a hint of silicone on her breath from that giant dildo.

"That's right, take me!" Kayla growled. "I keep this body tight, and it needs to be used by a real man. Use my body!" Ethan told her to shut up and pushed her down to her knees as he dropped his boxers. She obediently slurped his cock into her mouth, licking and sucking as he came fully hard. "You taste so good." She moaned. "I want more, give me more."

While Ethan had never been a dominant lover, he went with the moment and pushed her head back against the wall, shoving his dick halfway into her wet mouth. "I said be quiet," he scowled, "I take what I want, and your body is mine."

Ethan thought he was playing the dominant role well, but Kayla gave him silent direction to go harder. Reaching her hands around him, she grabbed his ass to pull him closer until her lips rested on the base of his shaft. She relaxed her hands a bit then pulled again, enticing him to face fuck her. He immediately obliged, slamming the back of her head into the wall with every thrust. Then Ethan roughly pulled his dick from her throat and scrounged around on the floor for the remote control Kayla's had held earlier. He clicked the button as he slammed his cock back into her mouth, then kept thumbing the setting higher and higher. She moaned and writhed as he pushed himself into her throat to the root again and again. Her mouth tensed and he knew she was cumming from the intense stimulation she was getting from both ends.

"Show me your little toy." He commanded as he pulled his cock from her mouth. Kayla sucked in a breath and stood. She pulled her dress up to reveal the panties and wire again.

"No, really show me, like this." Ethan pulled at her dress, hearing a popping stretch before tossing it on the floor. Kayla wore the kind of silky bra you'd expect to be "fuck me" lingerie for most couples. All the ladies dressed up sexy, but wasn't this a lot for a girl's 'stay at home' party?

Ethan reached down to rip her panties off as well, and they came apart with a satisfying rip. "These are made to be ripped off," he thought, as he stuffed them into her mouth. Then he tossed her on the bed and squatted down to inspect the toy that still hummed in her pussy. A silicone tongue covered Kayla's clit, wrapping down and joining another part that inserted into her pussy. Ethan grabbed the inside of her thigh and pressed his hand to the vibrating tongue, holding it more tightly against her clitoris. She squirmed delightfully and Ethan noticed the way her asshole clinched and released when he applied pressure to the vibrator. He drew his hand back from the vibe and spit on her sphincter before rubbing it with his finger. Then Ethan pushed firmly on the on the vibrating tongue again and and her tiny asshole spasmed again.

"Fascinating, let's see what else we have here." Ethan had pulled the tongue away which also pulled the rest of the toy out of Kayla's cunt. She squirmed as the toy slid slowly down and Ethan was shocked to see inch after sticky inch of vibrating dildo slip from her soaking wet pussy. "Oh you really are a little slut aren't you?" he said as he revealed a silicone toy was covered in a variety of vibrating silicon nubs. One ring in the middle spun slowly as it vibrated. When the whole thing was out, he realized that Kayla had been holding a six inch vibrator in her pussy the entire time they had been talking in the hall.