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Chapter 58 Groom’s Revenge
“Cliff, you’re fucking that dirty whore in the ass without a condom. You can forget about having sex with me forever,” screamed his wife, Linda as she swayed unsteadily on her feet. Her eyes were glazed and she was holding onto a chair.
“Screw you, Linda, the escort service guaranteed all their girls were clean,” said Cliff continuing to plunge his cock in Stacy’s ass. “This is what guys do at their bachelor parties which by the way you weren’t invited.”
Stacy ceased sucking Darren’s cock to get a better look at who referred to her as a dirty whore. What the hell are they doing here wondered Stacy? They’ll ruin everything. Laurie and Chantal need the money and I need to keep Barbara happy so she will trust me.
Stacy did another quick headcount of the new arrivals. Eight expensively dressed females were standing inside the suite. Five were young, Helen’s age. Stacy assumed they were bridesmaids. Linda looked to be a few years older. Older still was a woman sprawled across a chair obviously passed out. An elderly lady standing at the rear was looking on with utter disdain.
Based on family resemblance, Stacy surmised she was looking at the bride, four bridesmaids, the bride’s older sister who was probably matron of honor, the passed out mother of the bride, and the disapproving grandmother.
Later, Stacy learned from Beth, one of the bridesmaids, who claimed to be Helen’s college roommate and best friend that the mother and her daughters had a problem with alcohol. “They’re usually blown away by lunch,” was how Beth politely phrased it.
Stacy noted that Beth was more than a little drunk herself and incredibly indiscreet for a best friend. It was also interesting Beth wasn’t able to keep her hands or mouth off Stacy and possessed a gift for combining lesbian sex with gossip.
“Two drinks and Helen totally loses it. Sober, she’s a prude but a little vodka and she’ll fuck anything with a dick or a pussy, especially a hot one like yours,” said Beth while swirling her tongue around Stacy’s clit.
“And Linda, her sister, is just as bad if not worse. She got kicked out of Smith for showing up in a world civilization class dead drunk. Once, she passed out at the Kappa Delta house and the guys carried her upstairs and gang raped her. They took pictures of her sucking cock and posted them on the frat’s WEB site.
“Shit happens, felch me,” said Stacy changing her position so Beth could suck come out of her asshole. Stacy contracted her abdomen and worked her clit to provide Beth a mouthful of ass cocktail.
“Wow, you got a full butt and it tastes great,” said Beth draining Stacy’s rectum. “But they get it honestly. Their mother, Sarah Lynn, has been in and out of detox for years. She passed out in the limousine. We practically had to carry her into the Plaza.”
“Linda went to Smith. I almost went there,” said Stacy revealing something she shouldn’t have before drawing Beth’s unusually long and prominent clitoris into her mouth and sucking it like a mini-cock.
“We all did,” said Beth. “You seem awful nice for a prostitute.”
“Thank you,” said Stacy. “So why did they decide to come here tonight?”
“Jealous rage is the reason, to put it honestly. Both sisters are control freaks when it comes to men. They made us come. During dinner Rozz opened her big mouth and said Mike, one of the two groomsmen she’s currently screwing, had called her to say the guys got kicked out of Scores and were going to the Park Plaza where Cliff was going to get the bell captain to arrange for some hookers.”
“Hookers and bachelor parties go together like bacon and eggs,” said Stacy sliding a finger in Beth’s rectum.
“Shit that feels good. Linda only agreed Cliff could have a party for his brother after she made him swear on the family bible there wouldn’t be any ladies of the evening involved. After what happened with his administrative assistant at the bank, she doesn’t trust him.”
“What happened at the bank,” asked Stacy slipping another finger in Beth’s anus.
“Big stinking scandal, he knocked her up and she threatened to take him to court for sexual harassment. It was a setup but a good one. She had a husband and two kids. Her husband videotaped the whole thing. It cost a fortune to buy her off.”
“Cliff likes to stray. Now why am I not surprised,” said Stacy working her tongue from Beth’s clit to her anus.
“I love the way you’re eating my pussy and ass. Escorts must get a lot of opportunity for oral sex. I’m going to marry Tyler but I really prefer girls.”
“Good for you,” said Stacy. “A modern woman needs options our mothers didn’t have. So what brought you here?”
“Rozz opened her big mouth while we were having the most delicious desserts. Helen and Linda were furious. Linda went ballistic and started throwing dishes. If Mrs. Carlson hadn’t been there, the owner would have called the police. Once we calmed Linda down, she insisted we leave the restaurant and come here,” said Beth.
“Big mistake,” said Stacy working her fingers into Beth’s holes as she licked circles around her clitoris.
“I’m going to come, now” said Beth seconds before she climaxed. “Then I’ll better go fuck my fiancé. If I don’t do him now he won’t be able to get a hardon.”
After Beth had climaxed she asked Stacy for a business card saying she might employ her services in the future.
“I’m not totally into men,” was how she phrased it.
It was during those first few confrontational moments the strange and unexpected course of the evening was set. The fact both Darren and Cliff in their drunken state ignored Helen and Linda’s arrival and continued to fuck Stacy enraged the sisters. They rushed forward, pushed Darren and Cliff aside and grabbed Stacy’s hair hauling her to her feet.
“You slut,” yelled Helen slapping Stacy hard on the cheek. The shock of the blow brought Stacy out of her mellow orgasmic state. She easily blocked Helen’s incoming second slap then countered with a fist to Helen’s midsection resulting in the bride-to-be falling to her knees retching and gasping for breath. A follow up kick to the vulva left Helen writhing on the floor clutching her pussy.
“How dare hit my baby sister,” screamed Linda jumping on Stacy’s back. Stacy quickly flipped her over her shoulder onto the heavy wooden coffee table. She landed with a loud thud on her back.
Stacy’s martial arts training had paid off. The impact of Linda’s head against the wooden surface stunned the drunken wife who lay moaning with her dress up around her waist exposing her askew and pee stained thong panty. The sight of Helen sprawled helpless with one labia partially exposed gave Stacy an idea about how she wanted Darren’s bachelor party to continue. Responding to the commotion and true to the escort’s code of standing by your fellow whores in case of trouble, Laurie and Chantal appeared at her side ready to confront the remaining half dozen females.
“We’re not here to fight,” said the one called Beth speaking collectively for the rest who were definitely not up for taking on what they assumed were three street hardened prostitutes.
“Then everyone get undressed,” said Stacy taking hold of Helen’s hair and pulling her to her feet. Stacy turned Helen around to unhook and unzip her dress before allowing it to drop to the floor. In a matter of seconds, a dazed Helen was left in her bra, panty, and hose.
“What are you doing? Leave my granddaughter alone,” said the older woman standing at the back?
“I’m getting the bride ready to fuck. This is a bachelor party and I was hired to make sure everyone present leaves feeling well fucked. The rest of you take off your clothes or we’ll take them off for you,” said Stacy relieving Helen of her bra. “Ha, 32B, no wonder Darren went nuts over my boobs” said Stacy reading the label as she slipped Helen’s thong down her legs.
“No way, I’m not undressing” said the bridesmaid named Rosalind. “We’ll just leave.”
“No, you’re not, Honey. Get undressed unless you want me to cut your face,” said Laurie brandishing the knife she’d retrieved from her purse. Laurie following Stacy’s example, grabbed a terrified Rozz and spun her around to unzip her dress and push it to the floor.
“You can’t do this to us,” said one of the other bridesmaids.
“Sure we can,” said Chantal launching a karate kick that landed her foot on the side of the girl’s face. She collapsed to the floor sobbing.
“Now, you heard Serena, everyone, off with the clothes,” said Chantal lifting the sobbing girl to her feet then slapping her. “I am going to kick the shit out of all of you if you’re not naked in sixty seconds.” The terrified girl immediately reached behind to unzip her dress.
“Mike, are you going to let them do this to us,” asked Rozz, another of the bridesmaids.
“Hey, she’s got a knife. You shouldn’t have come here, Rozz. This was our party,” said Mike not getting up from the carpet. Until just a few moments ago he had been happily pumping his cock into Laurie’s pussy. Mike was pissed his girlfriend had shown up at the party and interrupted what was turning out to be a memorable evening.
“You two take care of the bride,” said Stacy pushing a now naked Helen into the arms of two men who had been waiting their turn with Stacy.
“What do you want us to do with her,” one of them asked?
“Stick your cocks in her mouth and pussy. I’ll give you more instructions later,” said Stacy rolling Linda over to unzip her dress.
“Hey Darren, you all right with this,” one of the two asked?
“Why the fuck not, she shouldn’t have come here. This was my party,” said a drunken and pissed off Darren.
The two lowered an unresisting Helen to the carpet. She was too terrified of Stacy to protest.
“I always wanted to fuck you,” said one of the men as he spread her legs then climbed between them. He spit in his palm then rubbed it over his cock.
“It’ll be so fucking cool tomorrow when old man Carlson walks you down the aisle in your wedding dress and you’re thinking about how every one of us has screwed you,” said the other forcing her mouth open. “Open up, Helen, time for the bride to show how much she appreciates Darren’s friends.”
“Here goes, Helen,” said the man working his erect penis into her vagina then beginning a slow rhythmic motion.
Helen moaned as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around her lover. The room’s occupants watched in dead silence, as the bride was the first to be fucked. Laurie broke the silence.
“Are you bitches going to get undressed or do I have to carve my initials in somebody’s tits,” said Laurie brandishing her knife?
Except for the older woman towards the back, the group began to undress. After a struggle, Stacy had managed to tug Linda’s dress off.
“Borrow your knife,” asked Stacy reaching for the blade Laurie held. The razor sharp blade easily cut the waistbands of Linda’s thong and bra. Stacy handed the knife back as she pulled the material between Linda’s legs.
“Come here, Cliff,” said Stacy pulling Linda to where the upper half of her body was resting on the table.
Cliff looking dazed stroked his cock as he knee walked the few feet to where his wife lay quietly moaning. As he arrived, Stacy straddled Linda facing Cliff. She grabbed Linda’s buttocks apart exposing her wrinkled anus.
“Is this what your wife hasn’t been letting you have,” asked Stacy her fingers pulling open Linda’s sphincter?
“Yes,” said Cliff still stroking his cock his eyes fixed on Linda’s anus.
“Why is the bitch holding out on you? Doesn’t she know that you work your tail off to provide for her and the kids,” said Stacy sticking her fingers in Linda’s butthole causing her to moan?
“She’s a cunt,” muttered Cliff. “She thinks she owns me because her family’s got money.”
“But tonight’s different. You’re going to fuck her in her ass. Let me open her up for you,” said Stacy using the index fingers of both hands to stretch her anus apart. Stacy leaned down and licked the open hole then spit in it.
“She told me it’s nasty and it’ll hurt,” said Cliff staring intently at his wife’s open anus.
“Screw that shit. Cliff, you’re the man. You take what you want. Show the selfish cunt whose boss,” said Stacy.
“Right,” said Cliff knee walking the last step needed for his cockhead to enter the hole Stacy had stretched open.
“Now, prove what kind of man you are, Cliff,” said Stacy kissing him hard on the mouth as his cock traveled up his wife’s ass. Linda sobbed in pain as Cliff impaled her.
“Right, the bitch deserves it,” said Cliff using the table to raise himself to a crouch above his wife’s rear. He reached forward to grab a fistful of Linda’s long auburn hair. He pulled hard enough to lift her head off the table as he began to trust into her ass.
“Open up, Linda,” said one of the men taking a position in front of her. There was an audible gasp from the onlookers as Linda opened her mouth and the cock slid between her lips.
“Each of you guys take one of our unwelcome guests and give them what Cliff’s giving Linda. This is a backdoor party,” said Stacy. “Laurie, you watch the door in case someone decides to leave without putting out.”
The males quickly moved to the now naked females, grabbed their hands and took them a few feet before forcing them down on the carpet. In a few seconds, they were all being penetrated. One of the men rolled the passed out bride’s mother off the chair onto the floor. He positioned her face down over an ottoman. He pushed her skirt up exposing her bottom. A helpful Laurie cut her panty off. Once her backside was exposed, he used a combination of fingers and spit to prepare her asshole before he took her anally.
When Stacy surveyed the situation, she was surprised at the brutally of the men. Seven of the new arrivals had a hard cock pounding their ass. Loud painful slaps were being applied to naked backsides. She had unleashed a tidal wave of male resentment
“What about her,” asked Chantal referring to the elegant looking elderly lady who was standing with one hand on a chair to steady her? Dressed in a two-piece Chanel suit and too much jewelry she had the distinctive look of old money. Stacy recognized the type. Her mother had friends like that.
“I’ll handle her. Go have some fun,” said Stacy to Chantal as she approached the woman.
“Don’t you dare touch me, young lady,” she said as Stacy stepped directly in front of her.
“What’s your name,” asked Stacy?
“Mrs. Clarence Rogers Carlson,” said the woman.
“Clarence, don’t you think that’s sort of mannish,” said Stacy putting her arms around the woman’s slim waist pulling her hard against her nude body. “Are you a dyke?”
“My name’s Roxanne, my Mother was French. Keep your hands to yourself,” she said taking hold of Stacy’s wrists.
“With a taste for Cyrano de Bergerac,” said Stacy slipping behind Roxanne to remove her jacket.
“So you’ve read one book. Does that make you an educated whore? Stop undressing me,” said Roxanne.
“It might if I read it in French,” said Stacy tossing the jacket over the chair back. Returning to Roxanne’s front, Stacy began to unbutton her blouse. Roxanne started to reach up to stop Stacy then dropped her hands.
“What are you going to do to me,” asked Roxanne? “I’m too old to stop you.”
“Strip you naked. Have sex with you. I’ll be your top girl and you’ll be my bitch. When I get bored give you to the others,” said Stacy pulling Roxanne’s silk blouse out of the skirt’s waistband.
“You should respect my age. I’m old enough to be your grandmother,” said Roxanne.
“I know. Your granddaughter Helen looks to be about my age,” said Stacy tossing the blouse on top of the jacket then pulling the lace camisole over Roxanne’s head.
Stacy pulled Roxanne to her, looked into her eyes then kissed her as she reached in back to unhook and unzip her skirt. Stacy allowed it to fall to the floor. She slipped her hands underneath the waistbands of the half slip, panty hose, and panty and took hold of Roxanne’s bare bottom pulling her hard against her sex as they kissed
“In my entire life, I have never done anything sexual with another female,” said Roxanne when the kiss ended. “I’ve always considered it loathsome and disgusting.”
“Then you should remember this night. Your granddaughters are no strangers to pussy,” said Stacy looking over her shoulder at the two women. Helen was in the cowgirl position anally riding a cock with her face buried in Chantal’s crotch. Her hands had a tight grip on Chantal’s buttocks as she pushed her tongue into her vagina.
“Their mother, Sarah Lynne, was once in love with another girl but I put an end to it. Young girls are different today. They have no morals whatsoever,” said Roxanne placing her arms around Stacy’s waist.
“Not like in your day,” said Stacy moving her hands to unhook and remove Roxanne’s bra. When her small breasts were free, Stacy leaned down to kiss one nipple then the other.
“You have a beautiful body,” said Roxanne shivering from the effect of Stacy’s kiss on her breasts. “Why do you choose to degrade yourself this way?”
“Economic and sociological reasons, prostitution can be highly remunerative,” said Stacy kneeling down to remove Roxanne’s shoes, slip, pantyhose and panty. While still on her knees she untangled the rolled up garments then tossed them on the chair with the rest of Roxanne’s clothes.
“I’m old and ugly now but once I was pretty like you,” said Roxanne looking down at the still kneeling Stacy.
“You’re not so bad. Besides, old and ugly turns me on,” said Stacy once more taking hold of Roxanne’s buttocks for support as she buried her face in Roxanne’s sex. Roxanne widened her stance as she felt the effect of Stacy’s mouth on her clitoris.
“When was the last time you had a good fuck, Roxanne,” asked Stacy taking long slow licks of her vagina.
“It’s been a while. I’m not sure,” said Roxanne closing her eyes to concentrate on Stacy’s oral stimulation of her sex.
“Let’s step over to the couch. You can lick my pussy while one of the young studs sodomises you. You wouldn’t want to be the only one here who didn’t get ass fucked,” said Stacy standing up to take her by the hand.
“Whores, one and all,” said Roxanne as they passed Sarah Lynne and her granddaughters. Sarah Lynne was moaning loudly while two of the males were taking turns pounding their cocks in her mouth and ass.
“Don’t worry, Roxanne. I won’t leave you out of the anal action,” said Stacy pushing her down on the couch then straddling her face. “Before we’re done, you’re going to know how it feels to have a cock in your butt, maybe more than one if you’re lucky.”
Stacy had thought it would take threats of violence to get Roxanne Carlson to go down on her but the elderly lady began to slowly dip her tongue into Stacy’s overflowing hole.
“Look at Mother,” said a now partially awake Sarah Lynn from nearby where one of the groomsmen was rhythmically slamming his cock into her asshole. “My God, Mother is eating that whore’s pussy. I never thought I’d live to see that.”
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“Keep licking my clit and fingering my pussy like a good bitch. I have a call to make,” said Stacy looking down at a grunting Roxanne who was performing credibly in spite of her age and the large cock slamming into her three score and ten vagina. Roxanne’s thin silvery legs were resting on top of one of the tanned groomsmen’s shoulders as he drunkenly followed Stacy’s direction to fuck the living hell out of grandmother.
The groomsmen’s lips were sucking hard on Stacy’s nipple alternating with Roxanne’s. Stacy realized that by sheer chance she had tapped into some very deep reservoirs of resentment by New York’s society males toward the females who dominated the social register. She wasn’t sure what inclined the women to accept the harsh treatment and brutal fucking they were receiving as a result. Maybe it was the booze, or guilt of just a woman’s need to have a cock slamming into their asshole while some stud mangled her nipples. Perhaps it was all three that motivated the doyen of the social scene to subject herself to lapping cum out of a hooker’s cunt while a boy a third her age savaged her aged holes and stretched her nipples out like rubber bands. Roxanne’s doing okay now but she’s going be bruised and sore tomorrow decided Stacy as she reached for a nearby phone.
“Ride her hard, Mike. Mash her clit. Pinch her nipples. She likes it rough,” said Stacy covering the phone as she dialed the two-digit number for the bell captain that the Park Plaza conveniently printed on the telephone faceplate.
“I need to speak to Isaac, please,” said Stacy when the phone answered.
“Isaac Winston speaking, how may I help you?”
“Isaac, this is Serena.”
“Sorry but I don’t recognize your name. May I have your room number, please?”
“You fucked me and my two co-workers earlier then you took us to the Prince of Wales Suite,” said Stacy. “I’m hooking for Cosmopolitan.”
“What’s up, Serena, run out of lube?”
“No, cock, the guys have all emptied their gun and there’s pussy dying to be fucked,” said Stacy. “We need some hung men up here who know how to give a slut what she really needs.”
“As I recall there were three of you and twelve of them,” said Isaac. “Is nymphomania going around?”
“Eight more females arrived expecting to be serviced,” said Serena rubbing her wet cunt over Roxanne’s face.
“Did that group of drunken bitches who arrived an hour ago, show up there,” asked Isaac? He had been busy elsewhere when the Carlson party staggered across the lobby to the elevators. One of his bellman had told him about it.
“Yes, that was the batchelorette party. Grandmother Roxanne Carlson is eating my pussy as we speak,” said Stacy. “She begged me to make her my bitch. The mother, bride, and sister are really into anal and the men are too drunk to find the backdoor.”
“That’s The Carlson family, Serena. Those people got juice,” said Isaac.
“Right now, Roxanne Carlson is munching my rug and swallowing my juice,” said Stacy.
“You got to be shitting me. Old lady Carlson owns mega blocks of prime Manhattan real estate. Security was going to stop them from getting on the elevator but someone recognized them and warned Security off,” said Isaac. “What happened?”
“They barged in and interrupted a perfectly respectable party for the groom whose cock I was sucking at the time. I decided to put them in their place. But the guys were pretty drunk to start with and not able to perform more than a couple of times. I was wondering if any of your staff would like to join the party. There’s plenty of booze and food, plus a large bowl of white powder I assume is coke. And they get to fuck the bride’s family and friends in the orifice of their choice.”
“You may be in luck. The shift ends at midnight in less than ten minutes. I could send a dozen studs your way but what’s in it for me?”
“You can join in. One day you can tell your grandchildren about how you fucked three generations of Carlson females in the ass,” said Stacy.
“I’ll need a thousand to set this up,” said Isaac.
“Seven hundred,” said Serena. “That’s all the cash I have on me.”
“Done but I’m bringing my new Sony digital camera. I’m going to take a few pics for my scrapbook.”
“That’s okay as long as you don’t take any pictures of me or the other two Cosmo girls. And I mean that. Cross me and I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to you,” said Stacy.
“You and the other two are out of the pictures. I promise,” said Isaac.
“Just make sure they like girls unless they are girls,” said Stacy.
“I’ll only send straights. They’re going to love Jamal. He’s known as Tripod. Guy’s got a cock you wouldn’t believe unless you saw it.”
“Maybe I’ll give him a try. Hurry up,” said Stacy hanging up.
It was less than ten minutes before a good dozen bellman including Marty and Leon arrived. Two were females.
“Welcome to the Myers-Carlson Bachelor Party,” shouted Stacy kissing Marty and Leon on the cheek. “There’s plenty, of food, booze, and coke. And all you have to do to earn it is pick a hole and stick your cock in it.”
“I haven’t got a cock,” said one of the females as she unbuttoned her uniform. “I’m Leila and this is Cerise.”
“Do you want your rug munched,” asked Chantal?
“Sure,” said Leila. “Cerise and I prefer girls.”
“Then come over here with us. We’ve got a daisy chain going,” said Chantal.
“Isaac said I was to see you,” said a tall black bellman.
“You must be Jamal,” said Stacy.
“That be me,” said Jamal.
“Let’s see it,” said Stacy.
“Nice,” said Stacy hefting the extremely large black cock that appeared when he dropped his trousers.
“I got a job for you. It involves ass fucking four white women,” said Stacy. “These are society types and they love having black dick in their tush.”
“I need fifty a hole,” said Jamal slowly stroking his cock.
“New York is such an expensive place to get laid. All right, two hundred for the four but I want these bitches ass fucked to the max. Don’t be nice about it.”
“I promise you when I’m done, they won’t shit for a month,” said Jamal.
“And afterwards, you and I can get together for some serious fucking,” said Stacy.
A half hour later, Stacy slipped Isaac the money as they watched Jamal slam his cock in a sobbing Helen’s bleeding asshole. Stacy with Jamal’s help had arranged the four Carlson women in a row. They were lying face down with a throw pillow elevating their midsection. Moments before, Stacy handed Jamal two hundred dollars she had borrowed from Chantal.
Isaac moved close to get a good picture of each woman’ face as the very large black cock forced its way into her rectum. Sarah Lynne, the mother, managed to remain passed out throughout the event so she was the most surprised when two weeks later, her husband showed her the pictures on an amateur porn site.
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“I am totally three hole fucked out,” said Chantal as the three hookers entered the limo. It was starting to get light when Stacy taped on the window waking Malcolm. Moments before Stacy had roused Chantal and Laurie who were fast asleep in a pile of naked bodies. Somehow they managed to find enough clothes to dress and leave.
Stacy took a final look around before leaving the Prince of Wales suite. The room was a mess with food and booze scattered everywhere along with clumps of naked people. Every glass surface was covered in white powder. Roxanne Carlson was curled up in Jamal’s arms. She’d promised to take care of him, buy him a Rolex and put him in a nice apartment in a building she owned. She was even going to get him a better job. All he had to do was fuck her once a day.
Darren the groom had fallen asleep between the two female bellmen. The Carlson daughters and mother were passed out in a pile of naked flesh. The party had a certain Roman orgy quality thought Stacy as she quietly closed the door. Nero would have been proud of me.
“My orifices need a rest,” added Laurie. “Especially my jaw, I honestly believe I ate every pussy and sucked every cock in the room.”
“Looks like I’m all you’re going to get, Malcolm, and I’m worn out,” said Stacy reclining on the seat and closing her eyes. “If you come upstairs, my roommate Portia will take care of you.”
“All right,” said Malcolm.
“I would love to be a fly on the church wall when the bride walks down the aisle,” said Laurie.
“You mean limps down the aisle,” said Stacy laughing.
“Sore butts all around,” said Chantal. “Those rich cunts are going to the church with a bad case of hemorrhoids. The bride’s rosebud was hanging out two inches.”
“Jamal ought to register his cock as a deadly weapon,” said Stacy. “He has incredible staying power.”
“The two of you reminded me of something you’d see on Animal Planet when a pair of cheetahs go at it,” said Chantal.
“I couldn’t help myself. I got excited,” said Stacy recalling the ferocious coupling of her and Jamal when there were only a few partygoers still standing.
“You three sound like you had a good time,” said Malcolm as he pulled out in early morning traffic.
“The best thanks to Serena. The bride, her family, and friends showed up to ruin everything but Serena turned what could have been a disaster into the orgy of the year,” said Chantal.
“There has to be forty naked bodies up there,” said Laurie.
“They were all sleeping peacefully when we left but in a few hours there is going to be some mighty unhappy folks at the Park Plaza,” said Stacy.
The next month’s Town and Country magazine featured the Helen Carlson – Darren Myers wedding. Members of the wedding party looked tired and unhappy especially the bride’s matron of honor and her mother.
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