Continuing Series of Bllackmailing & Reluctancy Short Stories

[JEMMA]

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Story 19

The Bride

A Non-consent/reluctance story of a Blackmailed Bride.

Chapter 1

A Week Away

"Brenda, please," Tan pleaded, "we're almost married. Can't we have sex now, sweetheart?" 

We had been kissing on the bed for over thirty minutes and I was definitely hot and bothered, but Tan had wanted to go too far. I got up and fixed my hair, make-up and clothes, all of which had suffered in the process. Tan and I were engaged. We dated for a year, and then got engaged about six months ago. So far, I had managed to put him off, wanting to be pure for my wedding night. I admit it was getting harder and harder to resist sex with him. I was so easily aroused when we started kissing and petting one another. I let him touch my bare breasts and even my vagina a couple times, though as soon as he tried to put his fingers in me, I shut him down. It was too much like sex, but I loved him so much and wanted my first time with him to be extra special. 



Tan was twenty-six and so, so handsome. Tall, a couple inches over six feet, lean and athletic, but muscular as well. All of my girlfriends drooled when they saw him, and I could not resent it, because I liked to watch him too. The way he walked, like a panther, his muscles gliding under his skin, commanding a room when he walked in, people noticing him. You might think he was rich or came from wealth, used to people waiting on him hand and foot, but though he was well to do, he wasn't rich and didn't expect anyone to wait on him, even me. 

His hair was dark and he had dark brown eyes with lashes so long, girls envied him. He had a ready smile and shared it often, dazzling us with his wit and charm. I couldn't believe he had fallen for me. I was two years younger than him, fairly tall, five foot, nine in my stocking feet. I had what I considered to be ugly, mousy brown hair, a rather plain, oval face, a too wide mouth and turned up nose with freckles I hated with a passion. Oh, I guess my boobs and ass were all right in the scheme of things. Thirty-six with a C cup, high and firm; buttocks kept tight with swimming and volleyball, but I felt like a plain Jane compared to all the other women I knew who lusted after him. 

Why he would fall for me when he could easily have twenty or thirty lovelier women panting for him, ready to give him whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it, I had no idea; but somehow, he did. I wouldn't even date him the first five or six times he asked. I figured I'd be another notch on his bedpost and had no desire to join the scads of other girls who'd ended up there. If not for his persistence and light hearted efforts to keep me entertained with his attempts to woo me, I never would have started dating him. On the whole, he was a gentleman and never pushed too hard to have sex which is why I ended up loving him and engaged to be married.

"Do you love me, Tan?" I suddenly asked.

"I love you more than life itself," Tan replied. "I wouldn't marry you if I didn't love you."

"I want to wait," I explained for maybe the hundredth time. "I want to come into our marriage as a virgin. I don't want to have sex until our wedding night. You know I love you, but this is very important to me. I've saved myself for this long, I'm not going to buckle with a week left to go. Please, quit asking. I want our first time to be when we're married, and not a second before."

"What about a blow job, then," Tan laughed. "Sucking my cock won't harm your virginity, will it? All I'm asking for is a little relief." He pursed his lips and pretended to be sucking on something cock sized in his mouth.

"Eewwwh! Technically not, but what is it about men and blow jobs, anyway? It sounds disgusting. Sucking on the same thing your pee comes out of. I hope you won't expect it too often. Maybe on our wedding night, your birthday and our anniversary. I can't see me doing it more often than that, and I'll expect you to wash yourself thoroughly beforehand."

"You should try it, you might like it," Tan said. "Just as I expect you'll like it when I lick your cunt."

"Please don't call my vagina a cunt. It's crude and disgusting and it's demeaning."

"What do you want me to call it; your pussy?"

"Even that's rude," I said. "Why can't you call it a vagina?"

"Because saying I want to lick your vagina doesn't have the same impact. What do you and your girlfriends call it?"

Together, we called it a lot of things; kitty, vajayjay, sex, down there; Tiffany called it her fur pie, though why she did, I don't know, because there was barely any fur on her. A slim little landing strip no more than a half inch wide leading to her treasure. Donna called it her man trap on occasion, and Yvonne did call it a pussy. It wasn't as if I was naive about my vagina and it's purpose. 

I was more naive about a penis. I'd walked into the bathroom by accident once while Dad was peeing. I'd quickly backed out apologizing profusely, but the image had been burned into my brain. I'd never seen a naked erect one, though I'd felt them pressed against me on the other side of clothes, as I danced with a boy or kissed one. I hadn't even seen Tan's, though he convinced me to touch his under his pants once. I only touched it for maybe fifteen seconds, but I still remembered vividly the way it felt. The heat, the hardness of it, the softness, like velvet over steel. I'd pulled my hand out of his pants suddenly like it burned my hand. I hadn't even watched porn. Dad told me porn never accurately depicted the sex act. It was designed to titillate, mostly males, not instruct. 

Tan had asked me once how I'd know what to do with it on my marriage night. I told him I'd talk to people with more experience. He asked who I would talk to and I said I could talk to my parents, plus Tiffany, Donna, and Yvonne were all sexually experienced and happy to give me a word of advice. 

Mom gave me "the talk" when I was fourteen. She'd been an unwed mother and didn't want me making the same mistakes she did. My step-father married her despite a three year old child and I loved him like a real father. He'd never been anything other than good and kind to a fatherless waif. After Mom gave me the talk, Dad talked to me as well, but approached the matter in an entirely different manner than Mom did.

"Look, sweetie," Dad said. "Mistakes happen. I will never love you less if you decided you didn't want to wait until marriage, but I would encourage you to be careful and do your utmost not to get pregnant. I know there are a lot of things you want to do with your life, and those things become so much harder if you have a child. I will say this, however. Sex is a lot more meaningful, and even more beautiful, if it's shared with someone you love. I can think of no greater gift you can give a man than wait for your wedding to share yourself with him and him alone. Unless of course, you fall in love with a woman, then I suppose I don't need to have this talk with you."

"Dad!" I complained "now you're just teasing me. You know I'm not into girls."

"You're still young. A lot of things can happen before you're an adult. It's okay, whatever you decide. Your Mom and I will love you no matter what. It's far more important you be the best person you can be rather than who you decide you want to spend your life with." He hugged me then, and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I knew he was right; my parents would always love me.

I sighed. "I would prefer you call it a vagina, because that's what it is, but if you have to call it something else, call it my kitty."

"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. Would you like to swallow a little mouse?" Tan said, grabbing his penis in his jeans and holding it, molding his pants over it. It was hard. I'd felt it rubbing against me as we made out.

I laughed. "Your mouse will have to wait another week, just like the rest of you. Where are you and the boys going for your bachelor party?"

"I think Geoff has got a visit to a strip club planned. Lot's of booze, I'm sure; and he told me to be sure I had a lot of ones, fives and tens with me."

I kissed him. "Just remember, honey," I said. "You may look all you want, but do not touch. You can wait another week and I'm yours." I waived my hands up and down my body. "Everything you wanted for so long is all yours, and yours alone. I've never shared it with anyone else."

"I can't even have a lap dance?"

"You can have a lap dance," I said. "Just keep your hands to yourself. They don't need to wander for you to have a good time."



"Where are the girls taking you for the bachelorette party?"

"We're going to Tiffany's house," I said. "She's throwing the shindig. I'm sure I'll be getting some gag gifts and there'll be drinking, of course. I haven't heard all of what they have planned, but it will be somewhat raucous, I'm sure, since Tiffany is throwing the party. She's not the wildest of my girlfriends, but she's not far from it."

"I'm a little surprised you have some friends who tread on the wild side. You're so straight laced," Tan said. 

"I try not to judge a book by its cover," I replied. "I'm more concerned with their loyalty, friendship and love than I am in their conduct. If I totally judged book covers, I'd never have dated you. You had a reputation as a lady killer who loved and left them. Heaven knows, every woman of my acquaintance drools over your body. You could have anyone you wanted and I couldn't imagine you wanted me." 

"You sell yourself short all the time. You're a tall, classy, beautiful woman, intelligent, funny, self-deprecating. You even know how to cook. The only thing I don't know about you is how compatible we'll be having sex."

"I know love isn't an indicator of sexual compatibility, but I love you a lot Tan and if love has anything to do with it, sex will be just fine." I patted his cheek. "You'd better get ready. Your boys will be waiting for you."

We still didn't live together. I didn't trust myself to behave if I had to live with Tan while waiting to wed. We had picked out a nice apartment together and Tan moved in without me. I'd given notice on my own small studio apartment and would move in with Tan after we returned from our honeymoon. He kissed me and left, still sporting a large bulge in his jeans. I wondered if he'd have to masturbate to get rid of it before he went out. He might want to do it a couple times before going to a strip club, or he might get a severe case of blue balls. He told me once being engaged to me was like being married to his hand. He said he had to masturbate all the time just to ensure he didn't get a case of blue balls. I didn't know what he was talking about when he said it and I asked him what he meant. 

"Look it up on the web," he replied. "You'll know what kind of problems I have to put up with being engaged to you."

I did look it up. It sounded painful. I apologized after reading about it, but instead of offering to help him, said he could go in the other room and masturbate if he was starting to experience pain. He asked if he could do it in front of me and I told him I might be tempted to help him out and I wanted everything to be new when we finally had sex. He did leave the room a few times afterward and I had no problem with it, not wanting him to be in distress. 

He came back into the room once after leaving to take care of himself and said, "I'd like to introduce you to my new girlfriend." 

"What new girlfriend?" I asked, shocked.

He stuck out his hand and said, "I'd like to introduce you to Rosy Palms."

It took me several seconds to figure out the joke, then I took his hand and said, "Pleased to meet you, Rosy. Please take care of our boyfriend. I don't want him to suffer." We both laughed and he hugged me. "You sure are a persistent cuss," he said.

After Tan left, I showered and shaved my legs and underarms. I picked out what I was going to wear tonight. Since it was going to be at Tiffany's house, I figured casual was fine, some shorts, a blouse, standard bra and panties, strappy sandals. I would put my shoulder blade length hair in a pony tail and add a little make-up, nothing much, a little lipstick and mascara. Yvonne was going to pick me up and take me to Tiffany's. Since there was going to be a lot of drinking, we all planned to spend the night at her house so no one would drive drunk, so I had a some pj's picked out as well. I even had some food to ameliorate the affects of the alcohol I knew I'd be having later, but not too much as I expected lots of snacks.

Yvonne was there at seven. "Hey, girlfriend, you ready to go?" She gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek.

"Let me grab my overnight bag and I'm ready." 

I snagged it off the kitchen counter and followed Yvonne out the door, locking up behind me. Climbing into the passenger seat, I asked, "Do you have any idea what Tiffany's got planned for tonight?"

"Not a clue, honey, but I do know it will be fun. Tiffany knows how to throw a party."

"How many people will be there?"

"I'm pretty sure it's just ten of us," Yvonne said. "Tiffany, and your other three bridesmaids, including moi. Let's see, Erin and Shizuko from the volleyball team, your swimming buds, Maria and Cheyenne, Tan's sister, Sydney and you."

Tiffany was my Maid of Honor. She was the wealthiest of my friends, though she never lorded her money over us. She was my closest friend; I'd known her since high school. The rest I'd met in college. Yvonne and Donna had been my dorm mates my freshman year of college. They were two of my bridesmaids, along with Terence, who'd lived across the hall. When we finally outgrew the dorms, we all shared a run down house together off campus. 

Erin and Shizuko played on the volleyball team with me, plus they were openly gay and lovers. Erin was a year ahead of me, Shizuko a year behind and Erin was the only one of my friends taller than I was, nearly 5-11. She was the primary spiker on my team, Shizuko, or Suki to her friends, the setter. Maria and Cheyenne swam with me in college. Maria's family had some money, but she was as relaxed about it as Tiffany was. I suspected she might be gay, because I never saw her with any guys. On the other hand, I never saw her with women either, so maybe she was asexual. I guess the rest of us would be considered middle to upper middle class except Cheyenne, who was at the lowest end of the middle class spectrum, getting to school only because she got a swimming scholarship. Erin, Donna and Cheyenne were African-American, Suki was Japanese-American and the rest were WASP's except for Maria, whose family was Catholic and Italian-American. It was a fairly eclectic mix of people, but we all got along well with each other, laughing and joking about our differences. 

Sydney was the one I knew the least, since I hadn't met her until I started dating Tan. She was my age, though she hadn't attended school with us, going to Brian's Mall. She had joined our group about two months before Tan and I got engaged and got along with everyone like she'd been with us from the beginning.

Tan's family had a substantial amount of money too, so both he and Sydney were accustomed to the creature comforts. He had a good paying job at an architectural firm and didn't need additional income from me, so he convinced me to quit my low level job at the accounting firm where he met me to concentrate on being a wife and mother. We'd talked it over and thought three children would be the perfect number. I figured I'd give it about a year or two to get used to married life before adding our first baby to the mix. 

Tiffany had a 2800 foot condo on the top floor of a Midtown building near the Downtown CBD area. I know it had cost over 1.7 million dollars. It had two story windows and was absolutely gorgeous. When Yvonne and I got there, we were to last ones to arrive. Everyone else was there and already working on their first drinks.

"Brenda, baby. You decided to join us. Good thing, since you're the guest of honor," Tiffany said. "Come on in."

I walked in to what would become the worst nightmare of my life.

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Chapter 2

This chapter is a little sexier, but not heavily so. It does contain some experimental bondage at a Bachelorette Party, a sex toy, some nudity and an exotic dancer doing a bad thing. 
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The Bachelorette Party

As soon as we got there, Tiffany held out an empty pillow case, saying, "Okay, all phones and cameras in the bag, ladies. No texting or chatting up your friends, we've got serious partying to do tonight. No photos or videos either. You know my motto, 'What happens at Tiffany's..."

"Stays at Tiffany's," we all finished for her. 

"That's right. Our monkey business is nobody else's business. Fork them over." She started collecting phones and cameras. 

"Brenda won't have a record of her party," Tammie protested, pulling her phone away.

"Believe me," Tiffany said, "this party will be indelibly recorded in her little lizard brain. She won't need a photographic record. She'll have memories to last a lifetime. Give it up, Tammie." She shook the bag.

Tammie added her phone to the pile. "Is that all of them?" Tiffany asked. 

"I think it's every one," I said, "but I have to wonder what you have planned if we can't keep a record of it."

"Nothing more than the usual bachelorette games and activities, Brendasis, but it might get a little risqué, so no record." 

She disappeared with the pillow case, stashing it away some place in her bedroom. When she returned, she got some jello shots from the fridge and handed them to Yvonne and me.

"Three each, please. You have to catch up to the rest of us."

What the hell; I was game. It was all in fun. I grabbed two reds and a green to downed them quickly, feeling them slithering down my throat with a cold burn. Yvonne did the same. 

"Now the preliminaries are out of the way, what do you want to drink. I've got vodka martini's made or you can go with some bourbons and something, or wine, red or white."

"I'll go with a pinot if one is open," I said. 

"Martini for me," Yvonne added.

Tiffany poured Yvonne a drink out of a pitcher and handed me a delightful, crisp, Pinot Grigio she'd been crowing about finding.

"Everybody gather round in the living room now," Tiffany said. "The first thing we're going to do is get to know the prospective bride a little more and a lot more about the groom. Everybody gets to ask the bride a question about herself, and a question about Tan. Donna, why don't you start."

We all settled on chairs and couches in the living room.

"Let me see," Donna pondered, "what to ask. Have you ever done it with a black man and how big is Tan's dick?"

"No, and I don't know. Next."

"Wait a minute here, girl. I got to know more. How come you don't know how big Tan's dick is?"

"I've never seen it, though I did touch it once in his pants."

"You mean you're engaged to that fine, fine man and you ain't done the dirty with him yet?" Donna asked, amazed.

"Nope. I've been saving myself for marriage. He doesn't get this until the knot is tied," I replied, waving my hand up and down my body.

"You mean you ain't done the dirty with anyone? What's wrong with you, girl? You wasting your life, you ain't had no cock yet? I live for cock, it's my reason for existence."

Sydney quipped, "Well that explains why he's so grouchy after seeing you."

"I knew you were saving yourself for the man you wanted to marry," Tiffany said, "but you didn't start jumping his bone when he agreed to be your ball and chain?"

"No. I wanted to be a virgin on our wedding night."

"Please tell me he at least licks your pussy?" Erin asked. 

"He wanted to. I haven't let him yet."

"Well, there goes most of the questions I had about Tan," Tammie said. "Brenda won't know the answer to any of them."

They all laughed. "Got that right, sister," Cheyenne said.

"I can tell you he's a great kisser. I get wet just kissing him," I said.

"Have you done anything with Tan other than kiss?" Maria asked.



"He's fondled my breasts and kissed my nipples. I've let him touch my kitty, but I stopped him when he tried to put his finger in it."





They all looked at each other and back at me like I was an alien with tentacles.

Donna asked, "Are you the oldest living virgin in town?"

Everybody laughed again, even me, though I felt weird laughing about my own lack of experience.

"How will you know if you and Tan will be sexually compatible, Brenda?" Suki asked. She pulled Erin down for a kiss.

"People used to get married all the time without having sex with each other first. It's only the last three hundred years women even had a choice who they married. Marriages were arranged by your family. They somehow got through it. If you look at the reasons why people get divorced, sexual incompatibility isn't even in the top ten. Infidelity, money issues, arguing, in-laws, lack of communication, different goals, drug or alcohol abuse and physical or mental abuse are all way up on the lists; not sexual incompatibility."

"Still," Cheyenne said, "not knowing what Tan is like in the sack? Do you know anything, Sydney?"

"Me!" Sydney protested. "Why do you think I'd know anything about Tan?"



"I'm not suggesting you've committed incest, baby sister, but maybe some of his homies talked to you about it or some of his previous girlfriends said something," Cheyenne said. "Anything. Does he have a normal cock or does he have a wee willie winkie?"



"Look," Sydney said. "I know Tan was a player in the past and most of what I've heard about his sexual prowess is good. I did walk in on him once choking the chicken and I didn't get a good look at his junk but it looked all right to me."

"Wait a minute," Donna said. "Brenda, you said you touched him once under his pants. He got everything needed to keep a girl happy?"

Everyone looked at me. I thought for a minute. "Well, I reached down through his jeans and my fingers were down touching his testicles, and his penis came up to about here on my arm." I pointed up to a point past my wrist, maybe seven or eight inches up. 



"Oh, girl, you all right. That man's dick is going to do you just fine," Donna said.

"Just hold on," Cheyenne said. "It wasn't a pencil dick was it? Please tell me it was a little thick?"



I had to think about that too. I hadn't touched it very long. "I held it for a moment and my fingers and thumb couldn't quite reach all the way around. Maybe this far apart." I held up my hand and made a circle with my thumb and forefinger. The tips were about an inch apart, maybe a little more. "I don't see as if it makes a difference. I've never been with anyone else, so I've got no basis for comparison. He'll be the biggest penis I've ever had in me. Should be plenty good enough based on that alone."

Donna said, "Honey, you ever want to throw that man back in the pond, I'd be happy to add some white meat to my diet."

We all laughed again. "Anybody need more drinks?" Tiffany asked. Six of us raised our hand, including me. "Three more martinis, two white wines, one red." Tiffany poured herself another martini as well, knocking back the last of her first one to fill up her glass again. She came back and folded herself on the couch beside me. The three jello shots and first glass of wine had gone to my head a little. I was not a big drinker and unaccustomed to lots of alcohol. I wasn't spinning, but I was feeling giddy.

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"Donna, you had your share of questions. Tammie you're next. What do you want to know?" Tiffany asked.

"I wanted to know all the juicy parts about their sex lives. Now, I don't know what to ask. Why don't you skip me for the moment and come back after I see what everyone else is asking."

"Going around the room, Erin, you're next."

"Since you haven't been with a man; have you ever been with a woman? And do you know if Tan has ever been with another man?"

"No, and I don't know. I've never been with a woman. Never wanted to, I guess. No real curiosity. Tan has never said anything about being with a man and I've never asked him. Suki, your turn."

"Have you ever kissed a woman? Is Tan kind?"



"Only you girls, nothing serious and I doubt I would be with Tan if he wasn't kind. He treats me very well. Maria?"

"Have you ever thought of being with another woman?"



"Before I answer that, why do you want to know? I've never seen you with either a man or woman. Are you asexual?"

Maria smiled, taking us all in. "I'm interested for myself. I like both men and women."



"Why don't we know who you like?" I asked. 

"I've never been with anyone I wanted to spend more than a night with. No point in parading someone around who will be gone tomorrow morning. I don't want my sex life talked about by the bunch of you. You still haven't answered the question?"

"I've thought about it a few times. What it would be like to really kiss a woman, to feel her breasts, her wetness, wondering what she would taste like. Not enough to do anything about it."

"We volunteer if you ever want to try it out," Suki said, squeezing Erin's hand.

"Mmmm, intriguing," Maria said, "I would be happy to volunteer as well. My second question. If Tanner wanted to have a threesome with you and another person, would you go along with it?"

"No fair. That's another question about me and not Tan. Next."

"My turn," Cheyenne said. "If you were to have a threesome with Tan and another person, would it be with another man or a woman? Do you think Tan would prefer to share you with another man or a woman?"

"I don't know, I've never thought about it. I never imagined myself in a threesome. I could see it going either way if I were to consider it, which I'm not eager to do. I've got a lot of things to do with Tan to catch up experience wise without thinking of bringing another person into it. As far as what Tan would prefer, I have no clue. We've never discussed sex with other people. He's still working to get me to put out."

Everyone laughed at that. This Pinot Grigio really was good; very smooth and it was going down easy. I was feeling a little light headed and the tone of the conversation did have me a little excited. I tried not to think about sex too much to avoid wanting to have it, but these questions were making me think about things I didn't consider very often.

Sydney was next. "Would you ever want to be DP'd or airtight? Do you think Tan would ever let you be with another man?"

"I'm sorry. I don't know what you just said. What's DP'd or airtight?"

Sydney laughed. "You are naive for someone who went to college. DP is double penetration. Theoretically, it means having pricks in any two of your three holes, but more usually, it means being penetrated in your pussy and ass at the same time. Airtight means you have a prick plugging all three holes."

"My God, you're kidding me! Who wants to be fucked in the ass?" I asked, so shocked I used the f-word, even though I hated it on general principles.

All nine of my friends slowly raised their hands, kind of watching what the others were doing.

"All of you!" I exclaimed. "Erin and Suki, you're lesbians, when would you ever get anyone to put their penis in your butt?"

"Kind of the purpose of a strap-on, Brenda," Suki said. "Any time we need a cock like object in our body, the other one can provide it for us. Just because I want to be with a woman does not mean I do not want to feel something in my pussy or ass."

"Really? The butt?"

"It has almost as many nerve endings as your clitoris," Tiffany said. "It feels good to have someone fuck you there as long as they're the slightest bit careful. Haven't you ever watched any porn?"

"My Dad told me porn is not an accurate representation of love between a man and a woman. He said it tends to objectify women and turn them into vessels for men's cum, and not two people in a loving relationship."

"He's right. Most porn is designed for men and I hate how all men think you should do everything a porn actress does, but there is some better stuff out there which does porn more from a woman's point of view. At least if gives you a clue about what men might expect."

"In answer to Sydney's question, I'd give an emphatic no to being DP'd or airtight. I doubt if Tan would want me to be with another man. I can't imagine he would. After fighting so hard for me to have sex with him, why would he want me to give it away to another person. Tiffany, I guess you're next."

She thought for a moment. "Since you're not having sex with Tan, what are you doing for sex? And what is Tan doing? I can't imagine he's gone without any sex at all for the last six to eighteen months; whenever he decided to go exclusive."

"I can't speak totally for Tan. I only know what he does around me, but he masturbates, and I do too, although it's always after he's left."

"But you've never seen his dick?" Donna asked. "How's that work?"

"He goes into another room so I'm not tempted to help him or otherwise participate."

"You don't even let him rub himself in front of you? How you hold on to this freak? Hasn't he got any sex drive?" Donna asked.

Good old Donna, no playing around with her. I shrugged my shoulders. "He must love me."

"That don't sound like love to me. Sounds like you got this mo-fo so pussy whipped, he don't know which way is up. Most of the boys I know, throw you down on the bed and plug you hard and fast you pull any of that shit on them."

"Thank goodness I'm not marrying any of the boys you know."

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"Maybe you should be. I'm worried Tan won't know what to do with you when he get you. No offense, Sydney. Your brother don't sound right in the head."

"Maybe he's saving himself so he can fuck her half to death on their wedding night," Sydney said laughing. 

"Well if Brenda ain't walking bow legged the following morning, he done fucked that up too." Everybody laughed again and Tiffany suggested more drinks. Everyone was glad to drink more.

While she was getting drinks, Tiffany said, "Tammie, if you're going to ask a question, nows the time."

"How do you masturbate, Brenda? Do you use a toy? Surely you put something in your vajayjay?"

"No more than two fingers. I'm an old fashioned girl. If it needs batteries or a power cord, I don't use it."

"Why the hell not?" Tiffany asked, handing me another wine.

"If I'm not going to surrender my virginity to a guy before I'm married, why surrender it to a machine? A guy would be preferable and I'm not doing it with him, so I won't do it with the other."

"Surrender your virginity?" Sydney asked. 

"Yeah, I mean I guess I still have my hymen. I haven't done anything which I thought would break it. Hopefully, it means Tan will pop my cherry."

They all burst out laughing. Sydney and Tammie were doubled up they were laughing so hard and it didn't sound like Maria or Donna could catch their breath. Cheyenne was hiccuping. Tiffany patted me on the shoulder and I turned to look at her. 

"Oh, honey, you're talking about one of these things," and she pulls this ten inch monstrosity out of her purse and waves it in front of my nose. "I suppose if you fucked yourself with one of these, you'd pop your cherry." There was another wave of laughter and I had to smile, even if I was the source of all their laughter. "But not all toys are this big. Some toys are much smaller and will leave your hymen intact for Tan." There was a lot more giggling and tittering. "I think it's time the bride-to-be opens up her presents, don't you girls?"

"Hell yes," Yvonne said, "but I haven't asked Brenda my question yet."

"What is it?" I asked. 

"Have you tasted yourself on your fingers?"

Everyone looked at me again, waiting for my answer. You could have heard a pin drop.

I grinned at her and said, "Yes, I have."

"You go girl," Erin said. "You're halfway lezzie already."

"Whatever made you decide to taste yourself?" Yvonne asked.

"I had to know what I'd taste like when Tan finally licked my cunt." I hated using that word, but God, I needed to get a few quick digs back.

Everyone started laughing again, whooping it up. 

"Just wait until you taste yourself on Tan's big dick, Brenda," Tammie said.

I said, "Huh," and they all started laughing harder.

Donna stopped laughing long enough to say, "You ain't never tasted pussy as good as your pussy on his prick, honey, and that's God's honest truth."

"Let me hear you say, Amen, sisters," Cheyenne said.

"Amen," six or seven voices said.

Surely they weren't thinking I would suck his penis after he made love to me, were they? I hoped not. Everyone retrieved their gifts for me. 

"I'd like to propose a rule before Brenda starts opening her gifts," Tiffany said. "I think Brenda needs to model or try out any of our gifts to her for us. All in favor, raise your hand."

Nine hands shot up. Mine the only one not wiggling at the top of an upraised arm. "I'll agree on one condition," I said. "I'm not going to do any sex act, no matter what kind of gift I get, so if one of you is giving me a strap-on, don't expect me to use it on anyone; or for it to get used on me. Not going to happen."

"Shit!" Erin said, "there goes my gift."

Everyone laughed again. I smiled at her. "I'll open your gift first then."

She handed me her gift wrapped box. It didn't rattle when I shook it which surprised me considering what I thought it was. Awfully light, too. I opened it up and it wasn't a strap-on. It was a gorgeous, soft filmy, negligee and robe set.

"Surprise!" Erin said. 

I held it up, showing everyone. "Erin, this is beautiful, thank you."

"You're welcome. You have to try it on, remember."

"I will. I'll model all the clothes together after I've opened everything up. It's lovely."

Suki handed me her gift next. I shook this one and it rattled. "So you're the one who gave me the strap-on."

"Open it and see," Suki said.

Nope, it wasn't one either. There was a length of rope, a collar, a leash, some fur lined hand-cuffs, a mask or blindfold of some kind and a soft leather, multi-stranded whip. Something else which looked like two clamps with a chain between them. I held it up and showed everyone and they all started laughing again.

"Thank you, I think. What is this?"

"It's a bondage kit," Shizuko replied.

I must have had a confused look on my face. "Surely you know about bondage?" Sydney said.

"I don't think so," I replied.

"You never read 'Fifty Shades of Gray' or saw the movie?" Sydney asked.

"I've heard of it, obviously, but no, I never read or saw it. This is related to that?"

"Kind of," Suki said. "It's for being tied up so your partner can have their way with you."

I asked Suki, "Do you like to be tied up?"





"There is something very exciting about being totally under the control of another person," Suki said. "Confined, unable to see, not knowing what will happen next. My orgasms are very intense when Erin does this with me." She turned to Erin and kissed her deeply. 



I held up the whip up. "And you let Erin hit you with this? Isn't this physical abuse?"

"I suppose it could be, if she were trying to hurt me. If I did not climax so hard. Erin is very skilled. There is some pain, certainly, but far more pleasure for me."

"What's this thing for?" I asked holding up the chain thing.

"Nipple clamps," Tammie said. "Nice ones, too. They look adjustable."

"I've got to ask. How many of you girls have tried this bondage stuff?"



Tiffany, Tammie, Yvonne, Sydney and Cheyenne all raised their hands in addition to Suki and Erin. Maria and Donna did not. 

Maria said, "I'm not opposed to it, on philosophical grounds. It requires a great deal of trust in your partner. Since I'm not usually with anyone very long, it's hard to develop this trust."

[JEMMA]

"I'm not letting anyone tie me down," Donna said, "though I wouldn't mind going the other way."

Yvonne added, "I've not yet let anyone spank me or paddle me, but I do like being tied up and helpless."

"Once you're helpless, they could do anything they want to you," I said. "What's to stop someone from really hurting you."

"This is where the trust comes in," Suki said. "You have to really trust someone to enter this type of relationship. You must know they have your best interests at heart and would never do anything to harm you. You also have a safe word to use, which if you use it, will cause the other person to stop whatever they are doing."

"And you gave this to me so I could let Tan use it on me?" I asked.

"Or perhaps for you to use on him," Suki answered. "It could go either way."

"Okay," I said. "I'm not sure about this, but thank you."

Yvonne handed me her gift. I opened it up and pulled out an article of clothing. It was white with lilac ribbons and lace in a few places. Again, my confusion must have shown on my face.

"It's a corset," Yvonne said. "It makes your assets look even better. You'll see when you try it on."

"Thanks, Yvonne."

Maria handed me her gift next. Opening it, I found several pair of lovely stockings and a garter belt. Some of the stockings were nude, some colored, some with little patterns on them. They were lovely and a far cry from the pantyhose I usually wore when dressing up to go out. 

"These are lovely, Maria. I can see wearing these out on dates with Tan. I'm sure he'll love them."

"You're welcome."

I accepted Donna's gift next. Inside were several pair of panties. 

"Those babies are crotchless," Donna said. "Don't even have to take them off to let Tan slip you his big dick."

I laughed. "I'm sure that will be quite convenient for him."

Tammie's gift was two of the most scandalously brief swimsuits I've ever seen. I held them up to show everyone.

"You are going to the Sandals Resort in Saint Lucia for your honeymoon, aren't you?" Tammie asked.

"Yes we are," I replied. 

"These suits will be perfect for it. It's an adults only resort and a lot of women go topless, but if you want some covering, these will do the trick."

I pointed to the minuscule triangles of turquoise fabric for my breasts. "I'm not sure these are large enough to cover my areolae," I said.

"They will cover your nipples, though" Tammie laughed. 

"And look at these bottoms," I said. "I'm not sure it's big enough to cover my vaginal slit. This other suit is thin and white, plunges down in the front past my belly button and has dental floss in the back. If it gets wet, I'm sure it will be clear. I might as well be naked."

"To be honest, I bought them more for Tan than I did you. I'm sure he'll love them," Tammie said, smiling. Everyone else started laughing.

Cheyenne got me two fine mesh bodysuits, one red and one black. "Something more for Tan to enjoy," I said, holding them up. 

"Honey, if those things give Tan a boner," Donna said, "you going to enjoy it too."

Everyone laughed again. 

"Before I give you my gift," Tammie said, "does everyone need a refill?"

Everyone held up their glass. "That's four martinis, one red wine, two whites, two Black Jack's over ice, and a rum and coke." Tiffany brought the drinks in, adding ice from an ice bucket to the three mixed drinks, pouring the wines and martinis in the empty glasses. She finished, put the bottles back in the kitchen and folded herself back on the couch beside me. She handed me a fairly small package.

"This is for both you and Tan."

"What do you mean?"

"Open it up and I'll explain."

I ripped off the wrapping paper and looked at the box. "What's a We/Vibe personal pleasure device?"

"Open the box."

I opened it and inside was a small plastic box and a USB cord, I pulled off the top of the box and there was a U shaped device sitting in depressions on the bottom. I pulled it out.

"It's a vibrator," Tiffany said. "You put this end inside of your vagina with this arm against your g-spot. The other side goes against your clitoris. You push this little knob on the front, and control it with this remote." She pulled another piece out of the base. "The base is a charging stand, charging both the vibrator and the remote, although you can also get an app that controls the device as well. You can charge it in any USB port, including a laptop or where you charge your phone. As you can see, it's not big and it won't break your hymen, so your virginity will still be safe for Tan."



The other women gathered around closer and Tammie exclaimed, "I've heard about this thing and it's supposed to be to die for."

"I've got one and it is to die for," Sydney said. "I love mine."

"Hold on, Tiffany" I said. "You said this is for both me and Tan. He doesn't have a vagina. How is it for him?"

"You'll notice how thin it is right here where it passes through your vagina. Tan can put his cock in you while you're wearing it and it can vibrate both of you at once. It's also waterproof. You can wear it in the tub or shower. Tan will enjoy it as much as you do, I promise. I charged it up so you can try it out later."

"My gift is coming later," Sydney said. "You have time to model your other gifts for us."

"I did promise, didn't I."

"Yes you did," Sydney said.

I carried all the clothing items into Tiffany's bedroom. I removed my shorts and blouse and put on the negligee and robe. It didn't look right with my bra and panties on, so I took off the set and stripped off the bra and panties as well. I'd been naked in front of most of them before, mostly in a locker room, and I'd shared a dorm or apartment with three of them. About the only one I'd never been nude in front of, was Sydney, and she was about to be family. I went into the living room with the outfit on. Erin whistled, a long wolf whistle and I blushed. 



"Oh, honey, you have to whack the weeds before your wedding," Donna said. "Your man shouldn't have to beat the bushes to find your treasure."

"I don't want to look like an underage girl," I protested. "I want to look like a grown woman."

"You can leave some hair there," Tammie said. "A landing strip or something similar."

"Maybe a heart," Tiffany said. "Even if you just use a hair trimmer on it to shorten it to a buzz cut, but honestly, no one is going to confuse you as an underage girl with those boobs. If you want, I'll be happy to pay for a Brazilian wax for you. It really is a little much right now, especially if you want Tan to lick you down there. Licking long hair can be pretty gross. Think about it, but you'll need to get it done sooner rather than later, because you want the soreness to be gone before you party with Tan." 

"Okay. What should I try on next?"

Yvonne said, "You can try on the corset with the garter belt and stockings and the crotchless panties. Get a lot done at once."

"Do you want to help me get the corset on?" I asked Yvonne. "I notice it needs to laced up in back."

"Sure, I'd be happy to." 

She followed me into the bedroom and told me to start with the stockings. I picked out some white ones with a flirty lace pattern to them. Yvonne was looking at another pair. 

"These will stay up by themselves if you want them to. They have a nice stretchiness to them, but go ahead and put the garter belt on so you can try it on." So after I pulled up the stockings, I put on the garter belt and fasten the straps to my stockings. I look at myself in the mirror, naked but for the stockings and belt. I had to admit I looked pretty good. Yvonne picked up the corset and handed it to me. "You need to step into it," she said.

I pulled it up over my hips and adjusted it around my waist. When I did so, I found my breasts would be on a shelf and not covered by the corset at all. 

"This is very daring, isn't it Yvonne?"

"You're perfect for it though. It's going to look incredible on you. Tan will love it."

"Might as well tighten it up so I can see if I'm able to breathe."



Yvonne got behind me and started pulling on the laces. The corset snugged tightly around my waist, pushing my breasts up higher and making my hips look great. 

"That's enough, Yvonne. I'm starting to have trouble breathing."

"You'll get used to wearing one and have an easier time breathing the next time."

"The question is; do I want to get used to wearing one?" I turned slightly left and right. Yvonne was right, Tan was going to love this.

"Now put on Donna's panties and we'll show it to the others."

I tried bending over and picking up a pair from the bed and realized I couldn't bend at the waist.

"Uh, I think you need to help me put these on. I can't bend over," I said.

"No, problem. I can help with that. I guess this all needs to go on in a certain order."

"Yes. Corset last."

"What color panty do you want to wear?" Yvonne asked. 

"I seem to have white going as a theme here. Let's go with white."

Yvonne grabbed the white pair and knelt down on the floor in front of me. It felt odd to have her so close to my vagina, but as far as I could tell, she wasn't paying all that much attention to it. 

"Left leg up please." I put my hands on her shoulders for balance and lifted my leg and she slid one side over my left leg. "Now the right." I lifted my other leg and she slipped it over my sandal and drew it up my legs over my hips. 

Stepping back, I looked in the mirror again, studying myself in the glass with a critical eye. Donna was right. I had to trim my pubic hair. Dark brown tufts of hair were peaking out of the crotchless area of the panties, but oh, did I look good.

"Let's go show the others," Yvonne said. "You look great."

Yvonne led me out the door, then stepped aside to show me off. Basically, everyone was speechless. I smiled at them.

"This outfit does make me realize I need to trim my pubic hair. I hate it just sticks out like that, but I think this outfit looks spectacular on me, don't you?"

"If I had a dick," Donna said, "you'd be on your knees sucking it right now. You look super fine, girl!"

"I think I can make her look better," Suki said.

"How's that?" Tammie asked.

"Watch," Suki replied. "Erin stand behind her and keep her from losing her balance." Erin got behind me and put her hands on my shoulder. Shizuko picked up her box of toys and brought them to me. "She picked up the blindfold. "Close your eyes, Brenda." Now I know why Erin was helping me balance. With the alcohol I'd had already, I was slightly dizzy anyway. Closing my eyes made it worse. Suki fastened the mask around my eyes. I was nervous losing my sight. Next came the collar and the leash, which dangled between my breasts. "Put your hands behind your back," she whispered in my ear. I put them behind me and realized my breasts were even more prominently displayed on my chest. I heard the handcuffs lock on my wrists. 

"Do you feel helpless?" Erin whispered. "Without any control?"

"Yes," I replied. "Very much so."

"Spread your legs a little farther," Erin said. "About a shoulder widths apart."

I spread them and stood there waiting. 

"Oh, My, God!" Tammie said. "If I didn't love cock so much, I would totally fuck her."

"I concur," Maria said. "She is very hot."

"Do you feel yourself getting aroused?" Erin whispered. "Are your nipples getting harder right now? Do you feel your sex getting wet?"

Actually, my nipples felt like they wanted to pop off my chest they were so hard. Wet might not even to begin to describe my sex at that moment. Soggy might work better. Hopefully, I wasn't dripping and it was only a sensation of being this damp.

"I am aroused," I admitted.

"That's why people like bondage," Suki said. "Wait a moment. I'm going to add the nipple clamps."

I heard a chain jingling and then a finger and thumb on my left nipple. Suki tugged on it, pulling it out and cold metal touched it and started tightening down. Just before I was ready to tell her to stop, it was too painful, she ceased. Then she did the same thing to my right nipple, stopping right before it became too painful. She tugged on the chain a little, then I sensed her stepping away. 

"How does she look now?"

"Good enough to eat," Maria said. "She's perfect."

"Stand her in front of the mirror in the entry," Tiffany said, "then remove her mask so she can see herself."

Erin and Suki each grabbed and arm and led me in front of the entry mirror. When they stopped, Erin had me spread my legs again. Suki removed my mask and I blinked a couple times in the light, then looked in the mirror. My nipples were squeezed between the little clamps on the chain, almost like a miniature vise. The tips were purple. My breasts were sticking out from my hands being cuffed behind my back and with my legs spread, I looked like I was on display. Maybe I fell in love with my body for the first time. I'd always found things to criticize about myself. I think all women do, but at that moment, I looked like something brought to life by Michelangelo or Boticelli. I stared at myself for almost thirty seconds, taking it all in.



"Do you like what you see?" Erin said.

"I do."

"If you want," Suki said, "Erin can demonstrate the whip on you. A couple swats, nothing to worry about, but it will give you an idea of what it feels like."

I thought about it hard. I'd never considered doing anything like this before, but I had to admit to myself I had enjoyed the bondage and clamps so far. It might be something Tan and I could explore at a later time. Gosh, this was weird, but I did want to try it.

"Okay, but no more than five. I still have to try on the other things."

"Of course," Suki said. "I want to put the blindfold back so you cannot see. The anticipation is half the fun."

"All right."

[JEMMA]

They brought me back to the living room. Erin picked up the whip and Suki covered my eyes again. I waited, wondering how it would feel, but nothing happened. I was about to say something when I felt the strands of the whip lightly touch my bottom. I started to anticipate the pain again, but nothing happened. Then the strands lightly tickled my breasts and nipples and they got even harder if it was possible, but again, nothing. I felt the strands brush my arms and I got goose bumps. Suddenly, a light snick over my butt and it was a couple seconds before I realized it actually stung, though not badly. The next one landed across my nipples, already a little sore from the clamp. The actual sting didn't arrive until moments later. Perhaps it was because I could not anticipate as I could not see, but there always seemed a delay from the sound of the whip striking me and when I actually felt the sudden burn. Erin also did a flick on my upper thighs, another to my bottom and one more to my breasts. 





Suki removed the blindfold and I stood blinking in the sudden light.

"How was it?" Tammie asked. "Did it hurt?"

"A little, but it wasn't that bad," I said. "Is this how hard you use it on Shizuko?"

"I strike her about twice as hard as I did you," Erin responded, "but she's used to it and can tolerate more now."

"This might hurt a little more," Suki said. "I need to remove your clamps." She paused a moment before touching my nipples. "May I?"

"You put them on. Why not take them off." 

Suki nodded and unscrewed one clamp. The blood started rushing back into my nipple and I groaned. It definitely hurt, but she quickly covered my nipple with her palm and rubbed it around a few seconds and the pain quickly subsided to a lingering but rapidly decreasing soreness. She did the same to the other one. 

"It's time to try on my other things. Yvonne, if you could help me get the corset off again."

"Of course."

We went back into the bedroom and Yvonne unlaced the corset so I could squeeze it over my hips. It felt good to take a few deep breaths. Yvonne left me alone to dress and joined the others in the living room. Before I tried I on one of Cheyenne's mesh body stockings, the red one, I used some tissues to wipe my vagina. I was feeling more excited than I wanted to around my girlfriends. Putting it on and seeing my pubic hair poke out of all the little holes in the mesh made me realize once more Donna was right. I needed to whack the weeds as she so quaintly put it. I went out and showed off this outfit and got some more complements on my appearance. I told Tiffany I'd be happy to take her up on her offer of a wax job and she told me she'd get an appointment for tomorrow; rush job for a wedding. I thanked her and went back to try on Tammie's two bathing suits, the white one first. 

As expected, the thin material of the white suit showed the shadow of my bush and areolae and my nipples were eraser sized bumps on my breasts. The plunge in the front went even farther down my stomach than I'd expected and dark brown hair was peaking over the top. The dental floss back showed all of my ass and I was glad I kept it toned with swimming and volleyball. 

I went into the living room and did a pirouette for my audience. 

"Something more to drive Tan crazy, Tammie. Thank you again. I guess you don't want me doing anything outside the bedroom on our honeymoon."

"Oh, no," Donna said. "You can do it in the kitchen, in the living room, in the car, in the pool. You don't have to confine yourself to the bedroom, honey. The whole house is made for fucking. You might even get a quick shag on the beach if you come out of the water wearing that suit."

Everyone laughed again. She wasn't wrong. I tried on the other suit, too, since it was so different from the white one. It was pretty much all string with a couple wider patches of cloth at the crotch and nipples. I was right. The breast pieces were so small, they didn't quite cover my areolae. My areolae were on the large side and stuck out on all sides of the fabric. My nipples were so pronounced right now, it tented the little triangles to the point they barely covered the base of my nipples. The cloth on the bottom was so abbreviated, even if I had no hair at all, it might barely cover my cleft. I felt around with my finger and there was no more than a fingers width of space between being covered and showing it all. I don't know how anyone expected me to actually wear this on the beach or at the pool. I stepped out in the living room and twirled around. Tiffany handed me another glass of wine.

"Mama likes," Erin said, giggling. "You sure you don't want to join us instead of marrying Tan? There's two of us and one of us can show you more pleasure than a man can, let alone two of us."

"Sorry, but I'm pretty sure I'm more into guys than girls."

"How do you know?" Maria asked. "You haven't been with either one. I have and I like both."

"Let's just say I get all melty inside looking at a hot dude, and I don't get near the tingle looking at a woman," I answered.

"If you ever change your mind, Brenda, you know where to find us," Suki said. 

"When you go put your regular clothes back on," Tiffany said, "put this on." She handed me the Vibe she'd given me as a gift. "It will stay put and you can try it out. One of the advantages of this little gadget is it can be used anywhere. It's very quiet. Just make sure you push on this little bump after you have it inserted. It's what turns it on and allows the remote to work."

"I don't know if I should, Tiffany. It almost breaks my no sex rule."

"Nonsense. You'll be dressed. No one will be touching you and you won't be losing your cherry, so give it a try."

I pondered for a moment. "Okay. I'll give it a shot." I hugged her. "Thanks for the party. This was really sweet of you."

"That's what BFF's are for," Tiffany said, hugging me back.

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[JEMMA]

I went into the bedroom again and took off the swimsuit. Looking at the little vibrator again, I almost reconsidered putting it on, then decided I was amongst friends, so what the hell. I sat down on the bed and I thought I might need some lube or something to get the one end in my vagina, but upon touching myself, I was still remarkably wet from earlier and it slipped in rather easily. I adjusted the other side over my clit. It wasn't uncomfortable being inside me. I found the bump and depressed it. Nothing happened and I wondered if I'd pressed it hard enough when I remembered the remote control probably turned it off and on once the button was pressed, so I left it alone and put on the rest of my clothes. I joined everyone else and took another sip of wine. 

All of a sudden, the little vibrator in my crotch went off and I jumped. I looked at Tiffany and she held up the remote and smiled. She increased the speed a couple times and changed the vibration patterns. There seemed to be about ten of them. Before things got too bad, Tiffany turned it off. I was thinking of getting ready for bed when the doorbell rang.

"That would be my present," Sydney said. "The entertainment is here."

Sydney got up, picked up her purse and went to answer the door. There was good looking young man at the door in what appeared to be a tux, holding a boom box. Sydney handed him several bills out of her wallet and led him into the apartment. 

"This is Jeremy and he comes with very high references from friends of mine." She proceeded to introduce each of us to Jeremy ending with me. "And this is our Guest of Honor, Brenda. She's a tender young thing who's never actually seen a cock before, so please be nice to her. If I'd realized how inexperienced she was, I would have gotten an assortment of men so she could see the wide variety existent in the male organ."

He looked at me with some surprise and I blushed a little. More than a little, actually. 

"I'll make sure she is well taken care of."

Sydney set her purse down and got one of the dining room chairs and placed it in the center of the room. 

"My brother, her fiancé, is out getting a bevy of lap dances at one of the nicer strip clubs downtown. I thought the bride to be should get at least one too."

"Of course. I'll do my best," Jeremy replied.

Sydney led me to the chair and had me sit down. I felt odd being the center of attention. My head was spinning a little anyway, so it felt good to sit down. Just a little too much to drink. Jeremy set his boom box down and hit the play button and a hot dance number came out of the speakers. He started dancing in front of me, swooping and swaying, dipping and dabbing, but he did nothing but pull his jacket aside, or off his shoulder to show his broad chest and narrow waist until the song ended, at which time the coat was off and lying on the floor. 

Another song started and he started strutting around, dancing around to all of the other women too. He teased each one to unbutton one of the buttons on his shirt, starting with Sydney. Several others each undid one of the buttons until they were all undone and the shirt was hanging on his shoulders which were wide. Jeremy was built, there was no denying he looked good. He started dancing back to me, flashing his hairless, muscular chest and six pack abs, muscles everywhere. My vibrator suddenly went off again. I'd almost forgotten it. I glanced at Tiffany and she held up the remote with a big smile plastered across her face. By the time the song was ended, I had a good buzz going on in both my head and my vagina and Jeremy had his shirt off. 





Tiffany started playing with the speeds and rhythms of the device. Apparently, my face gave away when she'd found a particularly good one and she left it there. Jeremy danced around the room again, thrusting his pants covered organ toward each of their faces. Donna wasn't content to watch. She put a hand on his crotch, stroking the lump she found there and laughing delightfully at what she found. The suspenders started coming off, and the zipper down, revealing a shiny something beneath the pants. He had found his way back to me before the dance ended and as the last notes died, he snapped at the waist of his trousers and the pants fell away and I was staring at a sequined g-string with a respectable bulge filling it up. 



The next song started; "That's The Way I Like It" by KC and the Sunshine Band. Jeremy was working the room again, thrusting his pelvis at each of the women. His buttocks seemed carved from granite; all hard planes and rigid slopes. Even Erin and Suki seemed fascinated by the big swelling in his g-string. 



The vibrations on my clit and against my g-spot were becoming demanding and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. I tried to signal Tiffany to turn off the vibrator, but her eyes were glued to Jeremy's package, just like everyone else's. I knew I was going to orgasm fairly shortly and there was nothing I could do about it other than pull my shorts and panties down and pulling it out of my vagina, which I wasn't going to do in front of Jeremy. I tried to resist the insistent pulsing of the device as much as possible until Tiffany either turned it off or the dance was over. 



Jeremy reached Sydney and she tore off the g-string, exposing his cock, big and powerful. He reached Donna and she held it like she had a microphone in her hand and started mouthing the words to the song, 'that's the way, uh huh, uh huh, I like it, uh huh, uh huh'. She stroked it a couple times, making Jeremy harder. His erection was sticking out from his body at a 90 degree angle, bobbing and swaying to the beat of the music. His testicles were large, egg shapes depending from the stalk above, and I noticed he was shaved all over, just a stubble of hair. Each of the remaining women touched it briefly, though no one stroked it as Donna had. He started dancing towards me, his penis looking like a one-eyed snake, staring me in the face. 



I had to admit I was somewhat fascinated. It was the first time I'd ever seen an erect penis. It wouldn't be another week and I'd be having close personal relations with one. Sydney had said men's organs were all different and I wondered if Tanner's would be like this one, large and angry looking. What's worse is my orgasm was approaching fast and there didn't seem to be anything I could do about it. My friends were staring at me, eying this huge erection in front of me and I was going to cum in front of them. I'd never cum in front of anyone before and I was so embarrassed I was going to do so now while all eyes were on me. 



I resisted. I resisted as hard as I could, trying to ignore what was happening to my body, the liquid pooling in my pussy, the trembling starting in my body. I tried to concentrate on the penis bobbing in front of my face, no more than six inches from the front of my nose. It was no use.





"Oh, God! Oh, God," I whimpered as the sensations swept through me. It was the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had. My mouth opened to scream my pleasure to the world and Jeremy shoved his cock into my mouth. At least two or three inches of his organ slipped past my lips as I spasmed. I was so shocked, I couldn't do anything for an instant, then I shoved so hard against his ridged stomach, my chair tipped over and I knocked my head against the floor.



Tiffany started screaming. "What the fuck are you doing, you asshole." It sounded far away. I'd hit my head pretty good. She jumped up from the couch and was running to me as fast as she could. Several others were up and rushing towards me. 

"You can't just shove your cock into someone's mouth without an invitation, you bastard!" Tiffany exclaimed. She pushed him about five feet away, his cock already shrinking.

"She opened her mouth, I thought she was inviting me to suck my cock," Jeremy protested.

"She was having an orgasm, dickhead. That was my fault, I forgot she had that thing inside her. You can't tell an orgasm from an invitation to fuck her mouth? Get out! Get the fuck out right now." She pushed him again. "Out! Get out, you motherfucker." 

Erin and Maria were helping me off the floor. I saw him grab his stuff and hastily put on what he could before Tiffany started pushing him to the door again. The only thing he had on him was his g-string and his coat. The rest was clutched in his hand, including the boom box, still playing the next song. Shit! The first cock ever in my mouth and it wasn't Tanner's. I felt so miserable. Sydney was saying something to me and I looked at her, trying to make sense of her words.

"I'm sorry, Brenda. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have invited him. I thought it would be fun. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?"

I was still dizzy from banging my head on the floor and half drunk. I was having a difficult time focusing on Sydney's face. She was too close. The words started coming together in my head, started making some sense as she babbled on.

"Don't worry, Syd. I forgive you." 

I hugged her, as much to maintain balance as anything else. The vibrator was still buzzing in me, Tiffany forgetting to turn it off as she chased Jeremy out the door. As soon as she slammed the door and locked it, she rushed over.

"Brenda, I'm sorry. I should have stopped it. I didn't realize what he was going to do."

"Can you turn it off now," I said. "You're going to make me climax again."

"Shit, give me a minute. I think I dropped the remote over here. Shit!"

She started searching around the couch, finally finding the remote and turning it off. She came hurrying back.

"Well, it works as advertised," I said. "I think that was the best orgasm I ever had. Too bad it ended the way it did. The knock on my head might make me shy away from ever having an orgasm again."

Tiffany looked at me in total shock, aghast at my words. I smiled at her then and said, "Not."

She realized then I was teasing her and hugged me, crying. 

"It's okay. I'll survive. It won't be the only time I ever have a cock in my mouth, if Tan has anything to say about it."

Everyone started laughing again.

"Come on," Tiffany said. "It's time to get you to bed. You've had enough excitement for one night." She reminded all of us, "Drink lots of water and take some aspirin before you go to sleep. Help keep that hangover from being the bad boy it wants to be."

Tiffany sent Erin, Shizuko and Maria to one bedroom; Donna, Cheyenne and Tammie to the other, and Tiffany, Yvonne and I went to the master bedroom. Sydney said she was going to take an Uber home to sleep in her own bed. She'd get her car tomorrow. 

I took my pajamas out of my overnight bag, and stripped off my clothes. I removed the Vibe from my kitty, thick with my cum, and Tiffany took it from me and washed it before putting it back in the charging stand, along with the remote. I put on my pj's and wiped off my make-up, brushed my hair, putting it up in a scrunchy. After brushing my teeth, I met everyone else in the kitchen where we downed a couple aspirin and drank eight or more ounces of cold water. 

When we went to bed, I slept in the middle with Yvonne and Tiffany on either side. Tiffany whispered again how sorry she was. Yvonne did too. 

"Hey, now. It's over and done with. No blood was spilled and everyone survived. Forget about it, really." 

I hugged them each and went to sleep. How I wish now my words were really true, that it was over and done with.

[locum]

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[coaching]

great story, enjoy reading it. look forward to your next update TS.

[3da3da3da]

looking forward to your next updates to this nice story TS.

[dazuixia]

Keep it coming. Really exciting to read this story.

[JEMMA]

For those who haven't read the note at the end of Chapter 1, I wanted to say this is going to be a fairly long story with multiple chapters. While the story in general will fall in the non-consent/reluctance category, every chapter may contain scenes of non-consent. If that's all you're looking for, you might want to pass. This chapter is building towards a disaster, but all it really contains is three friends discussing sex with their virgin compatriot, while watching a porn movie. Chapter 4 is where things start to heat up a little. For those of you who enjoy actual narrative as opposed to fuck scenes, and a little foreshadowing, you'll enjoy this.

Chapter 3

Wedding Preliminaries

When I woke up the next morning, I had a cotton field in my mouth. While there wasn't a jack hammer in my head, it didn't feel right, either. Both of my bed mates were up and out of bed. I stretched and got out of bed, wandering into the kitchen where Tiffany was making scrambled eggs. A rasher of bacon was already fried and draining on a paper towel. Tammie and Yvonne were helping by buttering toast and pouring orange juice and coffee.

"Good, you're up. I was about to send Yvonne in to wake you." Tiffany said. "We've got an appointment for a Brazilian wax in two and a half hours."

"And you two?" I asked Tammie and Yvonne.

"When Tiffany got your appointment this morning, she got one for us too. We might as well trim up for the wedding. A wedding's a good place to get laid," Tammie replied.

"How did you get us in on a Sunday?" I asked.

"I know people," Tiffany said, "and promised them a big bonus. The good part is we won't be fighting anyone else to get in. I could only get two women to come in, so we're going to have to go two by two."

"Hopefully, the groomsmen aren't married and hot like Tan," Tammie said, "but there's always a few strays around who'll fit the bill. Have you met the best man or groomsmen yet?"

"Geoff's the best man," I said. "I think most of you have met him. The groomsmen are flying in from all over the country. I won't meet them until the rehearsal on Thursday."

"Why aren't you having the rehearsal on Friday, since the wedding is Saturday?" Yvonne asked.

"The church was busy on Friday night. We had to have the rehearsal on Thursday. I know Tan will be spending some time with the groomsmen on Friday, because he hasn't seen some of them for awhile. Where's everyone else?" I asked.

"Erin, Maria and Donna had to leave. Things to do today. Sydney already came and picked up her car and left again. The rest of them are either still sleeping or getting dressed. Why don't you check on them and make sure everyone is up. The food is almost ready to be served."

I went into Shizuko's room. She was still sleeping. I sat down on the bed and shook her shoulder.

"What do you want?" She mumbled.

"Foods almost ready. Get up and join us."

She turned and looked up at me blearily. "What are we having?"

"Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, OJ and coffee."

"I might be able to eat that. Go away now."

"Why?"

"I'm naked. We all slept naked together."

"You saw me in all my glory last night. It's my turn." I pulled the sheets off her and smacked her ass.

"Hey!" Suki protested.

"And apparently you don't mind getting your ass smacked."

"I also don't mind getting my pussy licked. Are you going to do that too?" She turned onto her back, displaying the aforementioned part to me.

"Not today." I got up from the bed. "Put something on and come out to eat. It's ready."

"Not even a little snuggle?"

"I don't want to get between you and Erin. She might not appreciate being left out."

"Maybe not." She stretched, showing her lithe body. She was attractive, I'll give her that.

I left and went to Cheyenne's room. She was dressed and applying makeup.

"Foods on," I said. "Time to motivate."

"I'll be there as soon as I put lipstick on. Make sure they pour me an extra large cup of coffee. I'm dragging this morning."

I went back to the kitchen and helped set the table for the six of us. I told Tammie that Cheyenne wanted an extra large coffee and asked Tiffany if she had more aspirin. I wasn't sure if it was getting my head banged or a mild hangover, but I could use more pain relief.

"In the furthest right cupboard. I have ibuprofen in there too, if you'd prefer."

I got more aspirin and before I could swallow it down, Cheyenne joined us and Suki was only two minutes behind her. She'd pulled one of Erin's shirts on and it went halfway down her thighs. The three of them started delivering plates with several slices of bacon, a mound of eggs, two slices of toast and coffees and orange juice.

"Thank you, ladies. I needed this," Suki said. "My head is pounding."

"I can get you more aspirin or an ibuprofen," I said, "I know where it is." I was already getting up as I spoke.

"Ibuprofen, please and thank you. And don't anyone chew loud."

"Too many martinis, not enough water last night," Tiffany said, "and you're welcome." We all sat down and started eating. It was simple food, but just what we needed this morning.

"Where did Erin have to go this morning?" I asked Suki. I knew Erin didn't usually have to work on Sundays.

"Volleyball tryouts for a professional women's team."

"Why aren't you trying out?"

"I don't think I'm good enough for a professional league, plus I want do the artist thing for awhile, see if I can be successful."

I knew Suki was a painter and I really liked some of her work. One of her pieces was over Tiffany's fireplace, so I knew I wasn't the only one.

"What about you, Cheyenne? What are your plans for the day?"

"Mama wants everyone to come home for dinner. We haven't seen each other for awhile."

Cheyenne wasn't talking about her real Mother; she was in prison. She was talking about an aunt that had raised her and her sister, Wyoming, and brother, Phoenix, along with her own four children. She was the only mother Cheyenne knew.

"Since Tan will be busy with his groomsmen on Friday, I thought it might be a good day for us to get together so you can prep me for my wedding night," I said. "Since I haven't done the deed before, I'm hoping one of you can tell me what to do so I can make it as magical as possible."

"I could help you if you were marrying a girl," Suki said, "but I don't think I can help you get ready for a cock. Just saying. Think I'll pass on that one."

"I had to work a double shift on Friday so I could get off for your wedding on Saturday," Cheyenne said. "I'll have to pass as well, though it sounds like a lot of fun; prepping a virgin to get her cherry popped."

Everyone laughed. Yvonne said, "It depends what time we meet. I have to work on Friday, too, but I'll be off at six."

"Why don't we make a night of it again, like last night," Tiffany said, "but with less booze. We all have to go into the hairdressers early Saturday anyway."

"I'm in," Yvonne said.

"Me, too," Tammie piped in.

"The four musketeers," I said. "Thanks girls."

"I don't think I've tried to teach anyone about sex since my little sister asked for some tips before her first time. Of course she just turned eighteen at the time. I've never talked to anyone as old as you about sex," Tammie said, laughing.

"You'd better let Tan know you have an appointment early this afternoon so he doesn't expect to see you before you're done getting denuded for him," Tiffany suggested.

"Great idea." I sent him a quick text telling him Tiffany was taking me somewhere to get me ready for the wedding and not to expect to see me until this evening.

Doing what? He texted back.

It's a surprise. U don't need to know everything.

Be careful. I don't want u to turn out as wild as they R.

U still haven't gotten me into bed with U. I think I'm safe.

Ha ha. Smiley face.

I put the phone down. We finished eating and Cheyenne and Suki helped me clean up as we hadn't helped with the cooking. Cheyenne took her leave following clean up, and Suki took a shower, dressed and left soon after, leaving the four of us. I wished I had some other clothes to wear today, but I had planned going home when I got up this morning and didn't have anything else with me. I asked Tiffany if she had anything I could borrow.

"Well, I don't have a bra and panties you can wear, but I do have a skirt that's long enough and I have a top that's loose enough, though it won't be long enough. It will leave a bare midriff, but that shouldn't be a problem."

"I wish I didn't have to wear the same bra and panties," I said.

"Don't. Your girls don't need the support. You can go without a bra for a brief time and you won't want anything covering your kitty after your waxing. It will be sore for a few hours. Just make sure your skirt doesn't blow up and you'll be fine."

"Tan just warned me about you turning me as wild as you are," I laughed. "Now you want me to go without panties. Mom told me to always have a clean pair on in case I was in an accident. She never mentioned how I could go without if I didn't have clean ones."

The three of them laughed with me. I took a shower, wanting to be as clean as possible before someone started playing around with my pubes. I found the top and skirt laid out on the bed when I got out of the shower and put them on. The top came down to my navel, so it wasn't too bad. The skirt was a wrap around so it would go around my waist without a problem and it had ties to secure it. It would have been knee length for Tiffany. It was about three inches above the knee for me, but I felt comfortable enough to take her suggestion and go commando. It felt strange not having any cover for my kitty. It seemed I felt every whisper of a breeze or breath of wind, caressing my vagina.

Tiffany said the salon was nearby, so we should all ride in her car, then return to make our own way home. I was riding with Yvonne anyway, so I didn't care. We all piled into her Jaguar and it was only a couple miles and five minutes away. When we got there, the door was locked, but Tiffany knocked twice, paused and twice more and a lovely Asian girl came to open the door for us. She locked up behind us and led us to the back. Her partner, who looked hispanic, led Tammie and Yvonne to her room. Tiffany stayed with me.

"Do you want me to go first to see how it's done, or go first so you don't have to see how it's done?" Tiffany asked.

"You go first," I said.

"You can't chicken out if I go first," Tiffany said.

"I won't chicken out," I assured her. "I'm a big girl now."

"Make sure you don't," she said. "This is costing me a bundle."

Tiffany removed her skirt and I saw she was going without her panties as well. She lay down on the table and spread her legs almost like she was going to the gynecologist office. Tiffany still had a landing strip, but the hair on the sides was getting long, about a quarter inch or more. "I'm ready, Lily."

"Yes, Miss Tiffany." Lily put on some latex gloves and gathered a ball of some waxy looking substance from a pan on a hot plate. She rolled it around in her fingers for a few moments, spread some on Tiffany's vagina in a patch about three quarters of an inch wide and maybe twice that long, pressing it down into the pubic hair and then ripping it up. Tiffany flinched and Lily pressed down on the denuded patch for a few seconds, while rolling the substance around in her other hand, then repeating the process. Little by little, the hair disappeared from Tiffany's mound. Lily did all around the vagina, even down around her labia. When Lily had finished up except for the racing stripe, Lily said, "next" and Tiffany pulled her legs up, exposing the bottom of her cleft and her anus and Lily quickly removed any stray wisps of hair there as well. She patted Tiffany's leg when she finished and Tiffany lowered her legs. Lily took a hair clipper and ran it down the landing strip, shortening the hair to about a half inch long. She brushed the hair clippings off and smoothed a cream or lotion everywhere she'd taken hair off.

"All done, Miss Tiffany."

Tiffany sat up. "So what did you think?" Tiffany asked.

"It looks painful," I said.

"Oh, no question; it is," Tiffany said. "The things we do to look good for men never ceases to amaze me. I'm not sure they deserve it. You're next. Hop up here." Tiffany got up and put her skirt on.

I removed my skirt and got onto the table.

"Miss, I need to shorten your hair before I wax."

"Do whatever you have to do," I said.

Lily took the clippers and ran it all over my pubic mound, cutting the hair to a uniform but shortened length.

"You want design or strip like Miss Tiffany or take it all off?" Lily asked.

"If you want to wear either of your two new swimsuits," Tiffany said, "it all has to come off."

"You're right. Take it all off, Lily."

"Here, hold my hand," Tiffany said. "Don't look. Let the pain come as a surprise. It's always worse to watch. You feel it before they even pull it out."

I put my hand out and Tiffany grabbed it in both of hers, patting me gently. I felt Lily smearing the substance around in a small patch and she ripped and I jumped, squeezing Tiffany's hand hard. Lily was immediately pressing down on the area with her other hand and somehow it eased the pain fairly quickly.

"Ouch," Tiffany said. "A little less pressure on the hands, please."

"I'm sorry," I said. "Hopefully now I know what it feels like, I won't be quite as aggressive with your hand."

Lily worked quickly, snatching another bald spot out every ten seconds or so. After awhile, it seemed I became a little numb to the pain. It didn't hurt nearly as much as it first did. Eventually, Lily said 'next' and Tiffany told me to curl up so Lily could get my bottom. I pulled my legs up and Lily finished around my anus, which hurt more than I thought it would as I didn't have an abundance of hair down there. Finally, Lily seemed to be done with the wax and she spread the lotion all around as she'd done for Tiffany. It was cool and soothing, calming the burn almost immediately.

"You done now," Lily said, removing her latex gloves. "You feel, see how you like."

I put my hands down on my kitty and felt around. It was very smooth and soft. I was surprised how bare I felt.

"It's very nice. Thank you, Lily."

She handed me a tube of the cream she'd just spread all around my private parts and said. "You take, put on every morning, keep you smooth longer."

"How long is this supposed to last?" I asked.

"Two to three weeks, depending on how fast your hair grows," Tiffany said. "It should get you through the honeymoon, but you can always shave it to keep it off. You don't have to rip your hair out every time, but it does last longer than shaving does. Lily, please sell me another tube of the cream."

"Yes, Miss Tiffany."

"You can use the cream after shaving, too. It helps prevent razor burn and keeps you smoother. Let's see if the others are done."

We went out and found Tammie and Yvonne had already finished.

"What did you get girls?" Tiffany asked.

Both of them lifted up their skirts and Yvonne had a little heart over her slit and Tammie had an arrow pointing down to her vagina. We both started laughing when we saw it.

"I'm thinking of getting a tattoo over it that says 'Enter Here' or 'Buried Treasure'," Tammie said. We both laughed harder. "How about you?"

I pulled up my skirt and showed my bald vagina. "It was the only way I could wear either of your swimming suits, Tammie," I explained. "I'm still not sure if I'm going to wear either of them, but figured I should be prepared." I dropped the skirt and covered up.

Tiffany paid for us and Yvonne and Tammie paid for their own, except Tiffany left a substantial bonus for all of us for the salon opening up on a Sunday. I thanked Tiffany again.

"You're a good friend," I said. "You're all good friends. I'm so lucky to have friends like you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart."

All three of them hugged me.

[JEMMA]

The rest of the week was pretty ordinary for someone planning their wedding. Tiffany had taken the week off to help me so she was a fairly constant companion every day. We confirmed the floral arrangements, the catering for the reception, the wedding cake, the DJ. We picked up my wedding dress and made sure all the fitting changes were done. We went out shopping a couple days. Tan had given me a budget of two thousand dollars to buy whatever I thought I'd need for our honeymoon and Tiffany helped me pick out the rest of my trousseau and any other items I'd need for the trip. I needed some nice dresses for dining out each night, more lingerie, and since I was unsure if I could actually wear either of Tammie's two swimsuits, I needed a couple more modest ones.

Each evening, I spent some time with Tan and he was the perfect gentleman. Never once did he pressure me for sex again, content to wait the few remaining days until we were wed. I'd shown him the gifts I'd received from each of my girlfriends. He'd laughed at some of them, but I noticed his cock got hard when I modeled some of the items for him. Even that didn't cause him to pressure me for sex. It didn't stop me from spending some delicious hours in his arms kissing him. He really was a fantastic kisser. I melted to feel his lips on mine, his tongue searching my mouth. I was usually panting when we finished and he went home.







Most evenings after he left, I would masturbate furiously until I orgasmed, thinking of his fingers or penis replacing mine in my vagina. One night I even tried out Tiffany's gift again, leaving it on until the battery expired. I climaxed so many times before it died, I lost count. It really was a fantastic little gift. I would have to ensure I brought it with me to see if it worked to satisfy both Tan and me.

Thursday night was our rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner. Yvonne picked Mom and Dad up at the airport, checked them into their hotel and brought them to the rehearsal, because I was still engaged in some last minute arrangements. I greeted them enthusiastically when I saw them. They had met Tan a couple times previously and they seemed to get along well together, Tan entrancing them as he did everyone else. I took the time to introduce them to Geoff and the three groomsmen. They'd arrived late last night or earlier this morning. They knew Tiffany well from when I was in high school and had met my other three bridesmaids while we all lived together during college, so it was a bit of old home week for them.

After about a half hour, the minister got us organized. He pointed out where all the major guests would be seated. Brides guests on the left, grooms on the right. He talked about which people would be escorting which guests. We covered the music and the order of the service. He indicated the pace people should walk down the aisle. Made sure my dad would be on my left side as he brought me down the aisle. It took about an hour for him to cover anything. Tan gave him the money for his services, the organist, and use of the church and he told us he expected to see the women around 12:30 and the rest of the wedding party could start showing up around one o'clock on Saturday afternoon. The ceremony would start as close to two as we could make it.

For the Rehearsal Dinner, Tan's parents took us to a place called Staplehouse, one of Atlanta's finest restaurants. Chef Ryan Smith was a master of the tasting menu, usually offering some spectacular vegetable offerings. A recent one was a mingling of cabbage, green garlic and home smoked, dried salmon flakes. The tasting menu put a lot of his different vegetable creations together so you could taste them all, and they didn't weigh you down. Another nice part of their business was a lot of the after tax profits went to a charity; Giving Kitchen. The food was spectacular and everyone had a great time. Tan sat on my right side, with his parents beside him and my parents on my other side. It had been a couple months since I'd seen them so we had a few things to catch up on. When we parted for the night, I told my parents I'd spend time with them during the day tomorrow, but I had some things to do with my bridesmaids tomorrow night.

I dropped them off at their hotel around 10:30 and went home. Two more nights and I would be Mrs. Tan. I was excited and it took some time before I finally fell asleep as I considered all it entailed; newly joined and never to be set asunder. To finally know what it was to share my body with another. Sleep may have taken it's own sweet time claiming me, but I slept soundly with pleasant dreams.