(Be sure to go back for chapters A-P of this series of events of a college journalism major whose relationship with a cop has turned afoul, for which she has offered to do anything to atone. He's decided to take her up on it with an emphasis on the ANYTHING, but her atonement has taken on a life if it's own. By now she's losing track of the number of anonymous strangers she has serviced and has done things on both sides of the gender lines with abandon.)
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Those sitting and watching met the sigh of "Dave" and "Tom's" return with company. They were leading three young women from the bachelorette party down the hall; the middle one of them being led by the other two because of a black cloth blindfold around her whole head. The two not blindfolded took in this scene for a solid minute until girly began a mantra of moans and, "Oh, God, we're gonna cum, never had one... could fill me up... gonna cum, fill me up... ram that home... split me apart... uhh, fill me up... come on, cum, uhhh." And she was right, they came at one time. His cock chocked as far up in her grasping pussy as he could get it. Her body responded to his throbbing ejaculation as if her pussy could gasp for air. Their combined pulsing squeezed semen hot and thick out of her pussy.
This was only part of what the two newcomers beheld was this firm fucking that girly had taken from the back end while laying down along the hotel suite's large bed. Immediately in front of girly was a woman clad in black leather and silver chains, an outfit really only suitable for a stripper. Girly, done concentrating on attaining climax from the sound fucking behind her, returned to lapping sloppily at this woman's whole vagina. About the room were other men in various states of undress, and one other woman, nudely sitting on one man's lap. It was clear that there had been a whole lot of fucking going on.
Still dutiful to "Lady Barbara's" pussy, girly held open the stripper's labia and began tickling while working towards holding open the inner hole. The last waves of her most recent orgasm were moving on and Jeff, still inside for a moment was just beginning to lose his erection. With a cock his size even a little relaxing was noticeable.
"No way," said one of the blindfolded bride's escorts, "I'm outta here!" That bridesmaid, a prim and proper looking blond in a pink three-button polo over khakis turned and left. "Let's go," she called over her shoulder. "Rachael, Tiffany!" She called back and after a moment, "Ugh!" and the outer door was heard closing.
"Tiffany, ha ha, I'm one of those," came a weak and tired voice from the vicinity of Barbara's pussy, up went girly's free hand. Several chuckles were heard.
The real Tiffany led the blindfolded bride, Rachael, to sit on the closest corner of the bed. The latter moved carefully and wore the O-mouthed expression of surprise. Light brown haired Rachael, with dark new denims and a high pica cotton polo of sky blue, looked similarly preppy to the girl who'd just left, while Tiffany, a mellow brown-skinned girly wore a tank-top over a nice set of 34 C or D breasts. Tiffany's black slacks still spoke of tasteful style, though her frizzed hair a'la spooky spice said there was something exciting there, too. "Tiffany, what is this?" Rachael asked as if she hadn't just heard the loud extolling of a loud cumming woman. "I want to see." She said smiling naughtily and up went a hand almost making it to the blindfold. Tiffany intercepted it, but held Rachael's hand in the up position.
"Try this here." Tiffany said as she gestured 'come here' with one finger to man four, Dan as he was called here. As he arrived she guided his bare ass to direct him to dock his penis into Rachael's waiting hand. At first the bride was taken aback by the slight and almost limp member placed into her fingers. Then, however, her hands both closed on it with moderate touches and she felt its first stirrings of interest.
With an audible slurp Jeff finally extracted himself from the cummy sleeve he had occupied for a few moments after ejaculating. Tiffany had a great view of this scene and stood agape at the sight of his monumental member and at the gapped pussy of our ill-used heroine, who had returned to licking up the stripper.
Meg and Harry's friend, the bartender, Joe (right Sam) approached the stripper from the edge of the bed to her right and she took his barely alert member in one hand to stroke it lazily while still enjoying being eaten out.
Rachael took on a new expression; tongue in cheek of a bawdy grin, as she slowly coaxed the now alert shaft in her hands. Dave presently approached Tiffany and stood before her. She looked up from where she was seated while he undid his belt. She visibly thought about for but a second, then with a shrug lowered her tank top to reveal warmly brown full breasts. She pushed Dave back a step and slid off the bed to her knees on the floor as his limp, but filling dick presented itself through the 'V' of his open pants. Before it got any further she'd gripped it at the base with an upheld hand and engulfed it entirely with her mouth.
Lady Barbara sat up from her pillow perch to kneel towards Joe and then crouch down to take his member in her mouth. As girly rolled over on her back to delicately soothe her roughed-up vagina she beheld the collection of new woman attending to freshly awakening cocks. With her cool soda bottle she caressed her raw labia and thighs until she realized that some of the moistness stuck to her hands, and that must be sperm; the aggregate jizz loads of three strange men. She took another sip and checked the bottle cap to see if she'd won anything. Then she turned her attention to watching the three women about the bed orally administering to men. Meg, too, had been watching from the sidelines while absently grinding on her husband's thigh upon which she was primly perched.
Presently Meg shivered, then she rose up and took her husband's fingers to lead him to Rachael's proximity. She stood on tip toes to whisper into Harry's ear and then began a mission to enhance the bride-to-be's evening the way, perhaps, she had already enhanced our girly's -- with her own personal touch. Meg hated things being half-way.
Meg gently pressed Dan's shoulder to back him from Rachael who, still blindfolded, looked momentarily puzzled about where the penis in her mouth had gone. She had not long to wonder as, by leaning in, Meg was able to fill a gap for both of them. She leaned until her right breast grazed Rachael's lips and gently seeking hand. With one hand she captured the bride's head and with the other she kept Rachael's hand close, but moved it to her left breast. Rachael at first had tried to back up, but she was held fast to the offered boob. "You know what to do, don't you?" whispered Meg as she kept leaning forward. Meg's lips now reached Dan's penis where she delicately blew and then slowly traced a line from base to head with her tongue. "I've got something you need to see," teased Meg to Rachael, then she licked Dan's member the other way just as slowly. Rachael, holding the end of Meg's tit in her mouth, timidly tapped the nipple with the tip of her tongue. "You need to see what it's like to fuck a married man." Now Meg started coaxing Dan in a direction by his penis to move him further from the bed. She also gave him three quick circles around the head with her tongue; Keep that happy and the man will go anywhere. "What do you think? Want to feel what a married man is like?" Each time she said it she emphasized the word man. She loosened her grip on Rachael's head just a bit.
"Um," a shy smile with a single giggle, "I don't know."
