My name is Anne, and for Sally's bachelorette party, the easy answer was Vegas. All six of us are married, have long-time boyfriends, or, as with Sally, are engaged, but the point was to have fun at a Las Vegas pool club. My boyfriend is athletic, a wiry six-feet-tall, and while super successful, loving, loyal, and a real gentleman, I have to say a bit of a bore.
All of us girls are attractive, aged 25 to 35. I'm 5'4", with brown hair to my shoulders, 34c-22-34, and I weigh 110 pounds. I have a belly ring. Sally is 5'6", with 36d breasts, an hourglass body, long legs, and a belly ring too. We both used to have nipple piercings and tongue rings in our wilder days.
At the pool club at the Wynn, we, of course, wore our skimpiest, sluttiest swimsuits and high heels. It was crowded on Friday, and after drinking and the sun beating down, Sally wanted to get high. She found a gorgeous blonde named Jenny.
Jenny told Sally that her boyfriend had weed and that Sally could come up to their room to smoke. Sally wanted me to come, and I needed a break anyway. It turns out this girl's boyfriend was a total stud. Greg was tan and beefy, with long, dirty blond hair. He was drop-dead handsome with a square jaw, blue eyes, and thin lips. He was around 6'4" and was 265 pounds of pure muscle. His forearms were bigger than my boyfriend's biceps, and his biceps bulged as he gestured. Greg was massive. He was a brick shit house with an eight pack, wide beefy thighs, and sculptured calves. As I looked at his thighs, I could envision myself taking a seat on his leg like it was a stool. In the 100-degree heat, with tanning lotion, his body glistened. Both girls and guys were obviously checking him out. I had to almost snap out of my daydream of it, so it didn't appear like I was drooling over him.
Sally and I were both wearing one-piece string swimsuits with not much more than a patch on each nipple, a patch to cover our down below, and a g-string back. We knew we could play in Greg's league, and Greg definitely was checking us out. Most of all, his girlfriend Jenny didn't seem to mind. She told her it was a turn of events that other women always threw themselves at Greg.
We all talked and joked as we walked up to their room and then up in the elevator. Both Sally and I had cover-ups, so we didn't look like total sluts walking through the hotel. Jenny was strutting in her slingshot and heels, enjoying the stares as Greg led his entourage, his big hands wrapped around Sally and my waist, with Jenny a couple of steps ahead of us, her gorgeous ass glistening with tanning lotion. As we got in the elevator with about six other people, just checking all of us out in the mirror was getting me horny.
We got back up to their nice room. It was a suite. There was a huge bathroom with a separate toilet, a walk-in shower, and a bathtub. The room had a bed area and, near the windows, a large L-shaped couch overlooking the pool below. There was a low, large square table in front of the couch, which reminded me of a stage.
As Jenny rolled the joint, Greg made small talk. He had his own residential construction company, so he was deeply tanned from spending much of the day outside supervising. In addition to being a gym rat, his work was physical. This man was hard and lean.
As we were talking, there was a knock on the door. Greg's partner Ben came in. Physically, he was a twin, with dark hair and a more boyish look, and brown eyes. It turned out Ben's wife had gone home early as her mother was sick and she had to look after the kids. Ben was now on his own with Greg, Jenny, and the two of us.
Both Greg and Ben were in board shorts and tank tops at this point, although we had gotten a good look at Greg's goods down by the pool. As Jenny sat at the end of the couch, finishing rolling up the first joint. Greg was next to her, Sally was next to Greg, and Ben sat down next to me, first asking for permission, and then sitting down in what I would describe as an aggressively close position, but something I didn't mind even though I had just heard the story about his wife and kids.
Ben asked Sally about her ring and quickly commented that her fiancé was fortunate to have "locked up" such a beautiful woman. As we passed along the joint, Jenny broke out a bottle of tequila and poured shots. We had music playing, and here we were with this hot girl and these two juiced muscle studs.
It turns out Greg and Ben were strippers in college. Jenny told them to show us girls their dancing talent, which we, of course, encouraged. Both of these hunks stepped up on the table in front of the couch. They towered over the three of us, now baked and buzzed. It was an amazing view, looking up as they danced and stripped off their tank tops. Jenny took a $ 100 bill and pushed it into Greg's shorts.
As Greg danced, his calves flexed. I'm not sure I've ever gotten wet just checking out a man's calves, but I could feel my pussy getting damp. Sally and Jenny had now jumped up on the table to join them. Quickly, they were grinding against the two studs. I had a joint in one hand and suddenly realized I was gently touching my crotch with the other as they danced in front of me and the music blared.
All of us were so stoned it seemed like slow motion. Jenny stripped off Sally's cover-up so they were both dancing in heels and their slutty slingshot swimsuits, grinding with the two studs on the table like one of those sex shows in Ibiza.
The four of them each had done another round of tequila shots, passing the bottle, and I had smoked another joint when Jenny then pulled me up to the table and slipped off my cover-up. Jenny and Sally were on each end grinding their asses into these two studs. I was sandwiched in the middle between these ripped muscle hunks, my boobs pressed into Greg's massive back with Ben's brick-hard ass pressed against my g-string-covered rear, sliding against them in sweat and sun tan oil.
I wrapped my arms around Greg's tight waist, running my fingernails gently over his rock-hard abs. Just feeling those rock-hard abs made my cunt tingle. Jenny had pulled Greg's surfers down, so his bare ass was pushing directly on my pussy. Jenny was now down on her knees. I could see her hand caressing his nice, thick, eight-inch cock. Greg was completely waxed down there, something I had asked my boyfriend to do, but he never got around to it.
On my other side, Ben and Sally had been making out. Ben now stepped down to the floor and lifted Sally over his shoulders. She had her legs wrapped around his head as he held her up in the air by her ass. Her sexy high heels were sparkling in the sunlight coming through the window as I watched her move the patch covering her crotch so Ben could start working his tongue on her clit as he held her in the air.
At the same time, Greg had turned and pulled me towards him so we could kiss as Jenny was sucking his big, thick cock. As I was making out, I could hear my phone ringing, the ringtone from my boyfriend, which I obviously let go to voicemail.
My pussy was dripping, and Greg's monster hands were all over me, grabbing my ass, as my big tits pressed against his chest. It was steaming hot as I watched Jenny's long fingernails digging into his thick, rock-hard ass. She worked his cock alternating by swallowing it at least halfway and then running her tongue down his shaft.
Greg's tongue was halfway down my throat, and I was running my fingers across those huge biceps, reaching up to pull him closer by his neck. I wasn't really focusing on anything except getting manhandled, but I heard Jenny say, "I think Anne needs to be fucked." At this point, Greg lifted me up over his shoulder like a Viking warrior. He stepped off the table and carried me to the bed. I looked down to see that his cock was erect like a steel rod. It glistened with Jenny's saliva.
My cunt was bursting from being manhandled in such a way by this stud. As he put me down on the bed and I spread my legs for him, I noticed Jenny was in the other area, now engaged with Dan and Sally. At first, I was a little nervous, but my next thought was that I had this gym beast all to myself, which, truthfully, was what I really wanted. His muscles were glistening, sweaty from dancing on the table, and all I could see was this massive stud with his huge biceps wrapped around my legs as he enveloped me like a giant anaconda.
Greg had already peeled back the chip that was barely covering my slit. He was now buried between my legs, which were slung over his massive shoulders.
With one hand, his big, beefy fingers fondled my rock-hard nipples as he tongued my clit with precision. At the same time, with his other massive paw, he cleanly penetrated my asshole with his middle finger, shifting it in a way that made my entire body squirm. This man knew how to fuck a woman. Greg was a real alpha. My boyfriend always asks if I like what he is doing, and he is good at it. But Greg was just taking what he wanted. It was so hot. Greg knew he didn't need to ask. He knew I wanted him to use me as his fuck doll.
Within minutes, I was climaxing. I looked down at Greg's head between my legs as I ran my fingers through his beautiful, long hair. As I looked down at my slit, I could see myself emitting a white milky substance onto his face, something I think I've done twice in my life. My body was twisting in pleasure. It would be the first of at least nine or ten orgasms over the next three hours.
The five of us swapped, sucked, and fucked. At one point, I was sitting on the toilet in the bathroom's separate little room. Dan came into the bathroom and into the toilet room - I don't know what they call it. I was sitting on the toilet naked with nothing but my heels, just starting to pee.
Dan was towering over me, six and a half feet tall and at least 275 pounds of rock-hard muscle with his huge dick, erect, in my face. He simply said, "I want to fuck you again." I was still peeing, and before I could grab his cock to start jerking him, he reached down as I sat on the toilet, put his big paws on my waist, and lifted me up like a feather.
His cock slid into my cunt like a knife through butter. He slammed me up and down on his cock, holding me by the waist, my legs wrapped around his torso as he stood there in this tiny little toilet room. I could see his muscular back and wide shoulders from the mirror in the bathroom as he lifted me up and down. I dug my nails into his bulging biceps and couldn't stop from showering his cock and abs with my pee as he just drilled me until I came again.
It was a romp for the ages. As Sally and I were walking back to our room, I had the good sense to check my messages. My boyfriend had left a message earlier. He and Sally's fiancé were on a flight from Scottsdale to Vegas. They had made dinner reservations for our group at the hotel's fancy steakhouse.
As I said, they are both really sweet and true gents. But they were literally landing in an hour. First, Sally and I sat. We were still buzzed, stoned, and had been fucked to oblivion. We smelled of Ben and Greg's jizz caked on various parts of our bodies. I could still taste Jenny's juice from when she sat on my face.
We were both numb and stretched from being manhandled by these alpha muscle men as we got back to our room, and headed to the shower, noticing the black and blue marks from getting pummeled. I told Jenny, the guys are going to think we were in a street fight. Not to worry, we did what all good sluts do. We showered, covered our love bumps with tanner, got some supplemental energy, put on our slutty club dresses and heels, and were ready for dinner with our loving boyfriends.
The best part of the course was when we ran into Greg, Ben, and Jenny later, having a nightcap. Our boyfriends are so tame. We stopped by to chat at the bar before going up to our rooms. "What nice friends you made," they told us. Obviously, we agreed.
Our boyfriends would never do a foursome, but I fucked my man all night. I literally milked him dry four or five times and had him finger my asshole, something he hardly ever does. He told me, "I like what Vegas does to you." So do I. LOL!
