Get Chris ready to take Dave, then do you.

Dave lies on the bed, watching you blow Chris, stroking his own fresh come up and down his cock as lube. "Fuck, fuck, fuck that's good," he murmurs. "God, suck him, oh yeah."

Though your blood is singing with desire, you can't resist stopping and teasing Dave.

"You get off more on watching Chris getting sucked than getting it yourself!" you say to Dave.

"I c-, ah, can't help it, Willow," Dave says, stroking away. "Chris's cock is prettier than mine." Despite his second come in a few minutes, Dave's still half-hard.

"Nice rod yourself, dude," Chris says quickly. "Long one. Ooh, nice, Willow."

"You suck, dude!" Dave jokes. "Mmmmm."

"Hey, you asked nicely," Chris says. "Ahh baby, that's good..."

Your pussy tingles with desire, and your ass tickles enticingly from Jen's lovely, naughty thumb.

You gently stroke Chris's thick, beautiful tool with its fat head. His balls are tight and hard. "Mmmm, honey," you say. "I think this beauty needs to find a nice hole to dig in. How bi are you, baby?" you ask your college boyfriend. "Have you been fucking BOYS, baby?"

"Unnnnh," Chris groans as you stroke his shaft and balls. "Yeah."

You tickle Chris's butthole, which twitches and winks at your fingertip. "Have BOYS been fucking you?"

"Yeah!" Chris says.

"Does it feel good having a cock in your ass, lover?"

"Fuck yeah," Chris says. He has come a long way since that uneasy threesome.

"Oh God, I want to see you and Dave fucking," you say. "But I need to get fucked too." You look over at Dave, who has stroked himself fully hard. "Dave, I want you to suck Chris. And then I want you to fuck him with that long, sweet cock of yours until I can't stand it any more. I want your big fat cock in me, Chris baby."

"Dude?" Dave asks Chris.

"Her party," Chris says in affirmation. "We were gonna try it anyway. Hey, Willow, you wanna put on something white? It turns me on to think of you as a bride."

You actually blush at this, but don't stop stroking Chris's hard, fat cock. "A slutty bride."

"Hon," Chris says. "What does Alex call you?"

You giggle. "My whole-grain, natural fiber, certified organic girl-next-door nympho."

"Hey, I thought that was your mom!" Dave protests.

"Naw, Willow's mom is a whole-grain, extra fiber, tantric, big-butt, big-titty, feminist nudist yoga orgy commune nympho," Chris says.

"Chris!" you protest, slapping his hip.

"Hey, that was one beautiful moonrise," Dave says.

Chris and Dave both laugh at the shared memory. One morning your mom had stayed over in your shared off-campus house. She was cooking breakfast, still in her hand-knitted nightshirt, and had bent over to get a muffin tin from the bottom shelf, giving the three of you a long, clear view of her full moon buttocks and her blonde-fringed, thick rose pussy lips. You'd been nude with your mom often enough that you didn't think anything of it, but Chris and Dave stared, their eyes lighting up with admiration. Your mom had laughed when you told her about it later.

"All right, you jokers," you complain, "let's get with it. Back to my bedroom. I want the mirrors."

"Dude, what about...?" Dave begins.

"If I've got any left after I bang the bride, your butt is first in line," Chris says. "Stay hard for me, Willow wants a good show."

"No problem," Dave says, grinning. "Your ass is mine, oh newly recruited bi dude."

"Give me a break, it's been two years," Chris says. Dave raises an eyebrow, "Okay, twenty-two months, and I've admitted it for eighteen," Chris adds.

You get your two obedient boy-toys vertical and lead them by the cocks down the hall. Chris's thick, throbbing cock is in your right hand, Dave's long, sperm-wet shaft in your left.

You pass by the door of Mr. Cuddly's Fluffy Bunny room. Bedsprings are creaking rhythmically.

The boys stop to listen. Even squeezing them hard doesn't get them moving again.

"Hey, is that Alex in there with Jen?" Chris says.

"Dude, that is so unfair. He should get his own bachelorettes," Dave says.

You giggle. "Nope, just Jen and Mr. Cuddly, our answer to Harvey the Giant Rabbit. He's wearing Jen's strap-on."

"Ohhhhhhh," Chris and Dave say in unison.

"Jen. Plushies." Chris says.

"Dude," Dave says.

They edge toward the door.

"C'mon, guys!" you complain. "It's MY bachelorette day!"