Viagra Bounce

June 25, 2005 – Saturday

Wedding Shower

It was a typical summer day in the Midwest; hot, sticky, and oppressive. The sun was starting to dip towards the horizon, as I searched for an address in the upper middle class neighborhood. Susan, a friend of Wendy's, was hosting a wedding shower and she had invited me. At first I had declined, but I received a call from her and then Amanda begging me to attend. It was a surprise party and they both seemed to think that seeing me would provide an additional surprise for the future bride.

I had finally accepted, on the condition, that I could arrive after the surprise. Hiding in a dark room, without having someone to make-out with, wasn't my cup of tea.

Locating the house, I parked nearby and hearing loud noises emanating from the house, I knew it was time to make my entrance. So I rang the doorbell, and shortly was greeted by a pair of beautiful emerald green eyes, surrounded by a halo of golden hair, and then the ruby lips said, "You must be Al."

I mumbled out, "Um, yes. How did you know?"

"I'm Ashley Goodherd, Wendy's friend. I know all her friends but you. Come, let's see if we can sneak up and give her another surprise." She grabbed my hand and started pulling me through the house.

I must be getting old because I hadn't seen anything but her face. She stopped in front of a group and said to a guy, "Jim, where's Wendy?"

He replied, "Kitchen. But who've you got there?"

Pulling me away she answered, "It's her first lover, Al." Everything was a blur until we stopped behind an ass I recognized. It looked as good as it had two years ago and my mind wandered back to that time when my cock was buried deep in it.

Back then, that ass had been attached to a gorgeous woman. She was about five feet nine inches tall, with long blond hair, piercing blue eyes, face and smile of an angel. Wide hips, just right for making babies. Ass, oh so fine, not too large and not too small, and it was very firm. Beautifully sculptured legs. As I remember she had a set of very gorgeous breasts, I believe they're 38C. She was an 8.5 on my scoring system.

As my cock hardened, Ashley tapped the shoulder and the head turned.

Wendy squealed, "Al!" and then I found her tongue in my mouth. She had caught me off guard, but after a slight delay, I returned the hello in the same manner. As we were French kissing, in front of everyone, our hands started scouting familiar territory. One of hers was grabbing my ass, while the other checked out my crotch, and my hand was caressing her butt, but the other was still being held by Ashley.

My training kicked in and a quick check came back with an ass, not as firm as before. The panties were a very sexy Cheekini made out of lace. Bra was an under-wire, front clasp, also made out of lace, with no padding. The bra added a bit of support to the breasts, but not much.

With her firm tits now pressing into my chest, my cock said its hello. The greeting was returned when the fingertips of her soft hand started stroking it. Suddenly our salutation was interrupted by someone clearing their throat and saying, "Pardon me. May I have some of that too?" Then I felt someone lean against my back and place their neck on my shoulder.

Wendy said, "Sure honey," and she never wavered as she caressed my cock while kissing the person behind me. I noticed it was the man Ashley had called Jim.

As they continued their very hot kiss, the puzzle pieces started to fit and I found myself trapped between the future husband and wife. To make it even worst, Wendy now had her hand through my fly and underwear and was getting re-acquainted with my dick while Ashley tightly held my hand.

Wendy shifted kissing partners and we kissed again. I felt Wendy working on the groom's dick as she did mine. For the next few minutes she shifted from one willing mouth to the next, as she stroked our sticks. My passion skyrocketed!

Just seconds from spilling my raging passion, I spoiled the fun by slipping away from everyone. I dashed to the kitchen sink, where I pretended to look out the window while struggling to tuck my stiffy away.

Wendy said, "Sorry Al, I got carried away."

Taking a deep breath, I turned around and said, "It's nice to see you again." My vision cleared some as the fog from my lust was diminishing. It appeared that the whole house had watched our encounter.

Wendy said, "Janet, do me a favor? Take care of Al." A buxom blond stepped through the crowd and dropped to her knees in front of me. Wendy quickly snapped, "Not here, in the bedroom."

As the blond stood up, she said, "Okay", grabbed my hand, and led me to a bedroom.

While Janet pulled me away from the crowd, I did a quick appraisal of her. She appeared to be five feet four inches tall. Blond hair, worn in a bun. Blue eyes. No shape, other than her big rack: 38D. She scored a mid-range of 5. The low score was for her fake tits, she wasn't wearing a bra and they shook like very firm Jello.

Once in the bedroom, she dropped to her knees, and expertly fished out my cock. She didn't waste any time as she placed her mouth delicately at the tip of my dick. At first she didn't even lick it. She just held it there. I heard the door close behind me as Janet's tongue came out to join in the fun. She began licking the tip, going around and around. Slowly, steadily, she began encompassing more and more of it. Finally, she thrust it all the way into her mouth.

Moaning, I grabbed her head but she quickly pulled away, slapped my hands, and said, "Don't touch fucker." I quickly put my hands behind my back as her mouth returned to my dick.

I could tell she was an expert cocksucker from the way her tongue and mouth worked my cock. It wasn't long before that blond began to go deep. She began bobbing her head in and out, taking me to her tonsils and then pulling way back until I was almost all the way out of her mouth.

But then she started to do the strangest thing, she started humming. As she did, I watched her unbutton her fly and start rubbing herself.

I couldn't hold out in the face of her deep throating and humming as I groaned out, "I'm going to cum!" and I did.

Feeling my balls squeeze, the fluids trapped within, got pushed up and out. And Janet drank it all. She continued humming as she started sucking my dick harder. At the same time, her hand gently squeezed my balls, coaxing the fluid trapped within. She never stopped squeezing and sucking until she had drained the very last drop out of my balls. Then I collapsed onto the bed.

I heard her say, "You're yummy!" before she left the bedroom. Janet, was one bimbo who knew how to drain a dude's balls.

It took me a few minutes to recuperate from that excellent blow-job. Once my breathing returned to normal, I put away my cock and left the bedroom.

Ashley startled me when I came out. She was standing by the doorway and took my hand. She then pulled me to the living room.

I took this time to score my companion. She, like Wendy, also scored an 8.5. Her height was about five feet five inches and weighted around 115 lbs. Her hair was strawberry blond and went to about an inch or two below her shoulder blades. Beautiful emerald green eyes. I love green eyed vixens. From the motion under her blouse, Ashley was bra-less, but she didn't need one. She had great boobs, full, firm, perky. 38D. But her best feature was her hourglass shape, 38-22-36 with a firm ass.

She now introduced me to the rest of the guests. Over the next hour she never let go of my hand as I talked my way through the party. When I completed the rounds, I decided it was a good time to leave. So I found the guests of honor, Wendy and Jim, and said, "I've got to go. See you later."

Wendy gave me a hug and whispered in my ear, "Sorry about earlier. But it's as large as I remember." She patted my crotch goodbye.

Just before I could make a clean escape, Susan stopped me and asked, "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Okay."

She glared at Ashley and said, "Privately." Ashley let go of my hand and disappeared. Susan then led me to the bedroom. She asked, "Are you going to the Stag party?"

"No."

"Could you change your plans?"

"Why?"

"I need an impartial judge." She now explained how Jim and Wendy had made a bet on who was going to have the best Bachelor/Bachelorette party. Susan wanted me to attend the Stag party and report back to the ladies. If needed, I might be called on to break a tie. I unsuccessfully tied to decline but soon I was given dates and times for both parties.

I slipped away before I got myself into any more trouble and went home.

June 29, 2005 – Wednesday

Tuxedo Fitting

With Wendy's wedding being almost a week away, I needed to pick up my tuxedo. So after work, I headed to the rental store. When I arrived, Beth was helping another couple with their wedding plans. She glanced and saw it was me. Shouting across the store she said, "Al, I'll be with you in a moment." Then she continued working with the couple.

A couple of minutes later another couple came in and Beth gave her apologies to the first couple. She hurried over to the new couple. They talked for about a minute and then she rushed over to me.

"Damn, it's been dead all day and then, just before you arrive, it gets busy. Let me make a call and see if I can get someone to help." With that, she left to help the first couple. For several minutes Beth rushed between the two sets of customers while she made a few calls and collected some packages.

Just as it seemed she was getting the first couple finished, a man arrived to pick up his tuxedo. The disappointed look on Beth's face told me it was going to be a long night. About a minute later a young woman about Beth's age arrived. When Beth noticed her, she waved her over. She excused herself from the first couple and talked to the young woman for a few seconds. They both approached me and Beth said, "Al, this is my roommate, Tracy. She's going to take you over to her store and check the fit of the tuxedo. After that she'll bring you back here so I can fix any problems." Then she handed us the tuxedo and some packages saying, "Here's the tuxedo, shoes, and other items."

Following Tracy out of the store, we walked further into the mall and as we did I took a closer look at her. She was a brown-eyed brunette of average height, about five feet six inches. Her hair was shoulder length and fairly straight. She was very tanned so her complexion was almost a bronze color. Her breasts seemed of normal size, probably a 36C. She was wearing a frilly white blouse and a pair of tight bluejeans. She had a wicked walk that made her breasts shake and ass quiver. Her walk made others stop and watch her. I gave her a score of: 7.2.

When we came to closed futon store, Tracy bent down to unlocked the gate, and her ass bumped into my crotch. Jumping back I said, "Sorry." The only thing she did was giggle and wiggle her butt. In return I just stood and stared at those full cheeks trying to pop the seams of her skin tight jeans. Damn that's a very nice tush.

Once she got the gate open, we entered and she relocked the gate. Then I followed her deeper into the store. At the back wall of the store Tracy turned to me and said, "Can you help rearrange this area? We need make a makeshift dressing room." So for the next few minutes we moved tables, portable mirrors, and futons around until it sort of looked like a big dressing room. We had arranged the mirrors to block anyone's view from the front of the store, it also made the area seem bigger with their reflections..

Satisfied with the setup Tracy said, "Now let's see what we've got." Opening the first package, she took a quick inventory of the items and said. "In this package we have: shirt, shoes, cummerbund, bow-tie, studs, cuff-links, and suspenders." Then she opened the next package and said, "Here we have: socks, thong, watch, bracelet, anklet, necklace, and rings." I stood there in surprise when I heard the items in that package. Tracy then handed me something she found, saying, "Oh, here's a card for you."

On the front was my name and inside it said,

Dearest Lover,

The items in this package are a gift from me. Can you please wear them on my wedding day. They are yours to keep.

With Much Love,

Wendy.

PS: Well at least bring them with you. ;-)

Looking up at Tracy, I said, "They're groomsmen gifts."

She replied, "Okay then shall we get started? Strip" and she sat down in a chair to watch.

Standing in the middle of the makeshift dressing room, I removed my shoes, shirt, and pants. When I started to reach for the tuxedo shirt, Tracy snapped, "Get naked, honey. We need to check the fit of everything. That includes the socks, thong, and jewelery." I then removed my socks, watch, wedding band, and finally my underwear. Then I just stood there, in front of that strange woman, as naked as the day I was born.

Tracy sat there several seconds and stared at me before handing me the thong. I had to step real close to her to get them. Normally I would have turned around and put it on while hiding my main asset, but something made me just stand right in front of her and step into the thong. Then I slowly pulled them up my legs and wiggled my ass to get the strap arranged in my butt-crack. I made a show of stuffing my now hard cock into the thong pouch and then rearranged my balls to be more comfortable.

She now handed me the jewelry, one piece at a time. The watch went on the left wrist, bracelet on the right wrist, ring on the right ring finger, the anklet went on the left ankle. Lastly I put on the necklace. During all of this we both just silently stared at each other. Tracy was licking her lips and I noticed her nipples poking through her blouse. I was shaking my thong covered cock at every opportunity.

Without anymore help from Tracy, I then put on the rest of the tuxedo. When I was done I looked straight into her eyes and said, "Well what do you think? Does it fit okay?"

Not breaking eye contact, Tracy stood up and said, "Let me check."

She then started caressing the tuxedo to see if it fitted my frame correctly. She rubbed the neckline, the arms, the legs, the hands, the chest, the thighs, the stomach. She then rubbed and grabbed the ass. And finally she cupped and squeezed my balls and cock. She whispered into my ear, "It seems fine but let's remove the jacket and check it again."

She helped remove the tuxedo jacket, hanging it up so it wouldn't get wrinkled. Now she checked the fit by repeating the earlier process. Neckline, arms, legs, hands, chest, thighs, stomach, ass, and lastly, cock and balls.

"Now without the vest." She removed and hung up the vest. And then she repeated rub, rub, rub, rub, grab, squeeze. She repeated the 'checking fit' process by removing the tuxedo, storing, and then feeling for proper fit.

The bow-tie came off after the vest. Then the shoes. Next the socks. Then she took off the suspenders, cummerbund, and pants as a group. At this point she spent more time grabbing ass and squeezing balls and cock. Now came off the studs, cuff-links, and shirt. Tracy still rubbed the neckline, arms, legs, hands, chest, thighs, and stomach even though they were no longer covered by the tuxedo. She then removed the jewelery and rubbed me down again.

Wearing only a red thong, I stood there while she continued squeezing my balls and cock. She said, "I need to check the fit of another item." She let go of my cock to retrieve the item from the gift package. She turned around and held up a cock ring, "It looks like a VERY personal gift." Then she reached into my thong and pulled out my cock. Looking at the cock ring and my cock she said, "It looks like the ring might be a tad small, but let's check to be sure." She then tried to feed the head of my dick through the hole of the cock ring.

After a couple of unsuccessful attempts she said, "We need some lubrication." Tracy then dropped to her knees and started licking my cock head. She continued the lubrication by licking the rest of my shaft. Not satisfied, she stuffed my dick into her mouth to get it really lubricated. She bobbed her head back and forth as she used her tongue to coat everything. After she was satisfied my cock was wet enough, she removed it from her mouth. She now had no problem sliding the ring down on my engorged cock and she stood up.

The moment she was steady on her feet I grabbed her and gave her my most passionate kiss. She returned the affection while she fondled my stick. For the next several minutes we explored each other with our mouths, tongues, and hands. My hands rubbed and then grabbed her firm jean covered ass. I then cupped and fondled her blouse covered breasts.

Tracy's hands followed the same path as my hands but she had nothing covering her targets. She grabbed my ass and tweaked my nipples. I groaned into her mouth with my pleasure. I tried to get one of my hands down inside her tight jeans but they were way too tight. I did pull her blouse out of them and my hand found a very sheer bra covered tit. She now moaned into my mouth with her pleasure.

As I was fondling her breasts, I felt Tracy unbutton and then unzip her jeans. My hands immediately found her bare ass cheeks. I rubbed, fondled, and grabbed her ass. I noticed that they weren't as firm as they were in her tight jeans, but I didn't care, I just kept playing with them. One of my hands followed her ass, over her hip, to a cloth covered pubic mound. The other hand found the strap buried between her ass cheeks.

When Tracy removed her blouse, my hands dashed topside, where they quickly unhooked her bra. I don't know what magical movement a woman does to get rid of her bra, but whatever it is, Tracy did it and her bra fell to the floor. Now with a new objective, I broke our kiss, and had a peek at them. Two average sized mounds of mammary glands with an erect nipple on each. Then, using both hands, I simultaneously cupped both before burying my face into her cleavage.

For the next several seconds, I held her boobs as my face rubbed in the valley of her bosoms. For a brief moment I was in heaven but all good things must come to an end. So after my brief titty face fuck, my mouth now loved her breasts. I sucked on one and then on the other. Using my hand, I fondled and teased the nipple of the breast that was lonely. I kept switching hands as I moved my mouth from tit to tit.

Tracy was now constantly moaning and her hands were squeezing my ass. When she accidentally bumped into my stiff manhood, her hands swiftly moved to fondle it and my nuts. The renewed attack on my privates caused my hands to switch targets and go hunt pussy. Forcing her thong to one side I started caressing her pubic mound and discovered it bare to the touch. My fingertips followed her wet slit as I deeply sucked on one of her tits. Oh God, she's wet! She fondled my balls. God, she's very, very wet. Spreading her pussy lips, I sunk a finger into her dripping slit. She now groaned and squeezed my cock. I grunted into her breasts and sunk a second digit deeply into her.

Tracy passionately whispered, "Let me get a bed ready," and she broke free of our embrace. She quickly removed her shoes and socks then shimmied out of her jeans. She then went over to one of the futons and converted it into a bed before she collected several pillows. After throwing them on the new bed, she arranged everything. Once everything was perfect, she crawled onto the bed and propped herself up using the pillows.

I had carefully watched Tracy as she rushed around getting everything arranged. I hadn't moved or done anything once she had broken our embrace, other than lick the pussy juice off my fingers. I just stood there wearing only the red thong with my dick hanging out over the pouch. My cock was extremely red and hard due to the still attached cock ring. It was also dripping pre-cum onto Tracy's bra.