This is the tenth and final installment in my "Kimmy's Adventures" series about a college track star and her sexual exploits. My apologies for the tardiness in the publishing of this story.
(Author's Note-The setting for this installment is approximately 10-years after Kimmy's graduation from college.)
This is realistic fiction in that it involves people and events that could happen, however all characters are made up. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. The college referenced in the story is made up.
All characters depicted are over the age of 18.
"Kimmy's Adventures-The Bachelorette Party/The Wedding Night"
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"That's it Freaky, double barrel those cocks!" I heard a tipsy La La yell. "Show those boys you're not only a world class runner but a world class cock sucker too."
I nearly choked on the two dicks simultaneously sliding down my throat as I laughed at my long time friend's comments. My ears were ringing from an avalanche of laughter coming from the other people in the room. I lifted my head long enough to catch my breath and quickly scan the scene going on around me in the luxurious penthouse suite at the Las Vegas MGM Grand Hotel.
La La and I, along with eight of my closest girl friends were in Sin City for one last weekend of debauchery before I was to be wed to my best friend and lover, Harrison Northman. The girls, now considered cougars and MILFs rather than coeds, were in varying states of dress as they casually lounged around the large sitting room. The comfortable stuffed leather sofas they occupied surrounded a plush carpet that the men and I were laying on. Most of the women had an alcoholic beverage of one sort or another in their hands. The scent of herb filled the room as a joint circulated amongst them. Naughty comments and peels of laughter were heard in the background.
On the carpet, I was naked, with two beautiful, muscular, and also naked, young men who were both very comfortable in their sexuality. Julio and Randy, male strippers hired for the occasion, were laying in a scissor position, their swollen ball sacks rubbing against each other while their hard, throbbing cocks pressed together in my hand.
After one last glance, I got back to the business at hand (pun intended) and lowered my mouth to the two dicks. I literally felt my lips stretching wide as I took the first couple inches of their rods into my mouth. I quickly settled into a rhythmic bobbing motion while I rapidly flicked my tongue over their sensitive prick heads and my hand slid up and down their shafts. Their moans and groans of satisfaction joined my sloppy slurps as I tasted the pre-cum seeping from their slits. Saliva began to cascade down my chin.
"Damn, Julio," I heard Randy grunt. "This chic is one slutty whore!"
"You ain't kiddin' man!" Julio replied. "I wonder if her football player fiance has any idea what a puta she is?"
A roar of laughter went up from the women in the room.
"Oh he knows!" I heard my freshman roommate Gina (Kimmy's Adventures-The Roommate) yell. "Why do ya think he's marrying the freaky bitch after all these years?"
Gina's comments were met with another chorus of laughter from the other females. Although it wasn't easy, I couldn't help but smile around the two dicks stuffing my face. Little did the exotic dancers know that not only did Harrison know what a nympho I was, but that he totally encouraged my sluttiness.
"Yeah," I heard Mena, my track teammate and sophomore year roommate, shout, (Kimmy's Adventures-Sushi Dinner) "you wouldn't believe how he proposed to her." The other women knowingly howled and roared in agreement.
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Ahh - the proposal. As I continued to service Julio and Randy's delicious dicks, I couldn't help but think back fondly on the night Harrison proposed to me. I'm not sure you'd call it romantic. Definitely not a story I could share with my grandmother, but it was certainly apropos for Harrison and me.
It was about six months earlier; the night marked the thirteenth anniversary of our first date (Kimmy's Adventures-The Gang Bang). After our first summer together we'd established the annual tradition of meeting back at State College the second weekend of June to maintain our special relationship, no matter what else was going on in our lives. And yes, some years that occurred while we were dating other people.
Now, you might be wondering, what took so long for us to become engaged? Or at least why didn't we cohabbitate full time once we became established in our professional careers if we cared about each other so much?
It's hard to explain exactly. Early on we didn't want the pressure of navigating the ups and downs of a relationship while trying to start our athletic careers at the same time. Also, we were both young and hadn't really had many relationships prior to meeting each other. And, a part of our "twisted (in a good way) relationship" was that we liked the idea of sex with multiple partners.
As time went on I think we just became comfortable in the routine of our lives yet continued to care for each other greatly. I also think for many years there was a part of us that was afraid to mess up "a good thing" with living together full time, let alone a marriage.
So over the years, we continued to stay close and build our relationship by video chatting and texting weekly as well as our annual get togethers. No matter what, we never missed a single "first date anniversary" weekend. On special occasions, such as Olympic appearances and playoff games, we'd show up at each other's events to cheer the other on. Of course that would create a media buzz that the both of us played down. Only our closest family and friends knew the truth.
Anyhow, all that aside, one of our "special weekend" traditions was to eat at the diner where we had our first date then go to the movies, just like we had that fateful first night.
One of the rituals within our movie tradition was that I would surreptitiously jerk Harrison off into the popcorn container under the cover of the darkened movie theater. After he'd finish jettisoning his load all over the remaining kernels, I would stick my hand into the tainted container and delightedly eat the now slimy snack.
Despite the faint light, I'll never forget the astonished look on Harrison's face the first time I enacted my perverse show. And every year after, when I repeated the performance, I would see his shit eating grin as he shook his head in disbelief. I never tired of the act, or his reaction. Some years we stayed and finished watching the movie, other times we left immediately and went home to fuck each other's brains out.
So, there we were, sitting in the back of the dimly lit, sparsely filled theater with me pulling on Harrison's cock for several minutes before he stifled a grunt and emptied his nuts in the bucket. A couple of nearby movie goers gave a cursory glance then went back to viewing the movie. I gave him a congratulatory kiss on the lips for his successful ejaculation, then dipped my fingers into the bucket to remove a handful of popcorn as was my custom.
Instead of grasping some slimy popcorn, my digits came in contact with a small, hard box. Holding the container, I slowly removed my hand from the snack bucket. Even in the flickering light I could see a glob of cum sticking to the top of the box. I wiped it with my fingers then looked in bewilderment at Harrison.
"Harrison, what is this?" I asked with trembling voice as my hand began to shake.
"Just open it Freaky."
I hesitantly opened the box and despite the poor lighting and the tears welling in my eyes, I was able to make out a sizable solitaire cut diamond ring resting in a velvet cushion.
I looked up to see Harrison slide from his seat onto one knee on the sticky theater floor.
