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By Anonymous User (c) 1995

I did something at my bachelorette party that I thought was totally shameful at the time. It was really out of character for me but it turned out to be one of those life-changing experiences.
Ted, my fiancee was my first lover. I went to bed with him the night we got engaged. It was a nice experience but certainly not spectacular. We had sex fairly regularly after that and it got a better over time. I mentioned this to Carla, a friend of mine who had the reputation of being a little too much fun at a party.
She told me she would show me something at my bachelorette party that would help me out. My party was on a Friday night, the same as Ted's bachelor party. We both figured we would need Saturday to recover for our Sunday afternoon wedding at St. Mark's. St. Mark's is a nice little parochial school where Ted and I went to for all 13 years.
Anyway, a dozen of us girls partied at Carla's house. We had a great time and drank too much. There were presents, of course. Some were nice and some were definitely naughty. Just before midnight, Carla asked if I was ready for my special present.
"OK," I said, just a little nervous about what she might have in mind, but high enough on alcohol to not really care.
She said she knew about my secret lust for cowboys and it was way past time for me to meet one. She started some music and a huge black man strutted down the stairs. He was dressed in tight jeans, a cowboy hat, boots, a western shirt and one of those long, black dusters. He had a six gun strapped to his waist and he was carrying a rope.
He started to dance around me he was one of those male strippers, you know, the ones that friends always hire to embarrass you.
The girls were urging him on, laughing and giggling at my embarrassment as he stripped to a little red thong. I couldn't help but notice that the thong was concealing something massive. I also noticed that he had a great body. He looked so sexy with his smooth chocolate skin and rippling muscles. I secretly wished that Kevin, my fiancee, looked like this guy.
He kept taunting me about being a "virgin" bride. He danced me around the room, sliding his hands around my body. Grabbing a feel every now and then to the glee of my friends. Soon he was kneeling at my feet.
He leaned back with his legs spread and said, "Let me teach this young virgin bride what's going to happen Sunday night." Your man is going to grab you....he's going to take your fine young body straight to bed."
The other girls were still laughing at my embarrassment and still urging him on.
"He's going to kiss you all over....and then....and then....he's going to do this!"
He thrust his hips up several times, simulating sex.
"And what are you going to do my little virgin bride? You're going to do the SAME thing! Show me how you do it!"
I was blushing but I gave a little push with my hips. The girls laughed and told me I had to do better than that if I was going to keep a man happy.
He laughed, too. "No, baby. Do it like you mean it! You've got to keep him happy or he'll go lookin' around. Now show me what you've got!"
He thrust his hips up several more times. This time I thrust back with him.
"Ohhh, that's the way to do it. You KNOW he's going to love it...now show me what you got." He stared at my pelvis. "Lift that skirt and show me what you got baby!" He smiled and began a slow up and down thrust in time with the music.
With the girls urging me on, I caught the rhythm and began to slowly lift my skirt. I couldn't believe I was even thinking about flashing him. I had worn very tiny bikini panties and, if I lifted my skirt much higher, he would be able to see almost everything. In a few seconds, I had lifted my skirt almost to my waist.
"Oh, yeah. . .pretty little panties," he said. Then he said, "See what you're doing to me."
With that, he tugged at the side of his thong and it pulled away. His cock popped out and every woman in the place gasped. It almost touched the floor as it hung between his legs! He stared at a spot right at the top of the vee between my legs and began that same slow upward thrust he had done earlier.
I stared at his cock and watched in amazement as it started to grow. It got harder and bigger. It lifted up and began to inch its way up his stomach, stopping just short of his belly button.
It was only after he stopped that I realized two things. I had matched him thrust for thrust as I watched him grow and I was soaking wet between the legs.
He got up to a standing ovation from the ladies, put on his duster, grabbed his clothes and went back upstairs. From the look on Carla's face, she knew I was wet. I prayed the others hadn't noticed.
The party broke up soon after. I was at that numb lips stage of drinking and Carla urged me to stay with her that night rather than drive home. I had the overpowering urge to pee, so I headed for the bathroom telling her I would think about it.
The downstairs bath was occupied, so I ran upstairs. When I was finished, I walked out and bumped into my black cowboy. He was wearing the duster and smiling at me.
He leered at my skirt and said, "I showed you mine, baby, now you show me yours."
I was frightened and I told him I wasn't interested. He smiled at me again and said, "Your mouth may say no, but these are saying yes." He was looking at my nipples. I hadn't worn a bra and they were standing out under my blouse. He brought his hand up, cupping my breast and using his thumb he felt my nipple.
I grabbed his hand and to pull it away. He caught my hand and slowly moved it down his chest. His duster opened and I realized he was naked underneath. He kept moving my hand downward.
"I know you want to feel it, baby. Go ahead."
I felt my hand move through the rough hair surrounding his cock. I was powerless to stop him. I looked up at him, he was almost a foot taller and realized he was staring down my blouse at the tops of my breasts.
"You have some nice white titties," he said as I felt my hand curl around his massive cock. I looked down again and saw that he had a good six or seven inches sticking out above my fingers.
"Stroke it, baby, make it real hard."
I was mesmerized as my hand began moving up and down, making it grow. I realized that his hand was moving under my blouse and he had a nice white titty at his fingertips. He teased my nipples, making them incredibly hard. I was breathing like I had just finished running a mile and watching a thin, clear drop form at the head of his cock.
He reached down and lifted my leg up high, exposing my panties. His other hand slid between my legs, I could feel his thumb rub across my clit.
"OOOOH, baby, you are one wet bitch. I'm going to make you cum so hard you're gonna scream."
He slipped the strap between my legs aside and roughly penetrated me with two fingers.
"Show me that motion I taught you downstairs," he whispered as his finger sawed into me.
I thrust forward, catching his rhythm. I was cumming like a common slut, screaming out loud as I fucked his fingers. He lifted my other leg, pinning me against the wall. I was shocked that I helped him by jumping up and spreading myself as wide as I could. He leered at me as he dipped down, rising up to penetrate me again, this time with his massive black cock.
God help me, I wanted him to fuck me senseless right there in the hallway!
He kept thrusting upwards into me. Every time I thought I had him all, he just smiled and flexed his hips again.
He set a fuck rhythm with his voice. "Now baby....now baby....now baby....now baby."
We thrust into each other every time he uttered the phrase. I buried my face in his chest and screamed as I came half a dozen times. I think I almost passed out. I found myself sitting on the floor. He was standing over me with his softening cock at eye level.
"Take it in your mouth," he ordered. "Use that tongue to make it hard again." He wiped it across my face, still wet from our fuck.
Once again, I couldn't believe that I was doing this as my mouth opened to accept this huge cock. I had never done anything like this before! I used my tongue to tease him to full hardness again and started to slide down so he could fuck me again. He stopped me. Holding my cheeks in his hands, he began to slowly fuck my mouth. In frustration, I used my fingers on myself and came a few seconds after he did.
Carla had watched almost the whole thing, too! I was so humiliated. She cleared her throat and said if I wanted to really get fucked, I should take him in the bedroom and do the whole night with him. He just smiled, patted my pussy, and left.
I was so ashamed of what I had done and so excited about the sex. I tearfully confessed to Ted on Saturday, sure he would throw me out. He was extremely turned on by the whole thing and fucked me like a man possessed. We've been married 2 years now. He insists that I go out once a month and find "something strange," and then come home and tell him about it.