Bucking Bronco

"Ah, this never gets old." Smacking your hands together on the way to the bar. "At least there's still one bottle of the Glengoolie Blue." You grab the bottle with a glass and settle down in a comfy recliner to pour yourself a healthy dram of the scotch.

"Missy let go of Shelly." Shelly manages to break away from Missy's loosened grip and slowly crawls over to you on her hand and knees. Mouthing like a goldfish, Shelly pulls herself up your legs and in slow motion her mouth glides onto your cock bringing back a very welcomed warm feeling.

Silently letting the next 30 minute slip by sipping scotch and watching Shelly's head bob up and down on your cock like a timepiece, your mind drifts over what kind of fun you can have with them and then it hits you.

"Alright girls, come to me. Jessie, Claire, I want both of you to get dressed." Mary-Beth lifts herself off the floor and comes over to you with Missy. Jessie, Claire and Grace joins them standing in front of you. "No no Shelly, you keep sucking but listen."

"We are going to have fun tonight celebrating Shelly's last night as a free woman. So first off, since you're all partying your asses off and getting fucked up drunk, all's fair with anything I do and anything I want you to do. Second, whenever I'm around, I want you to feel sexy and horny."

"Shelly, time to stand up and take a sip of this." Shelly takes a sip of the scotch then wipes her mouth with the napkin you give her. "Ok now you just crash this penthouse to celebrate and I'm the entertainment. Now places everyone, we go live in 2 minutes." Which gives you enough time to get properly dressed and change the music to more stripclub rock playlist.

Eagerly anticipating the oncoming fun the power fades back to the dark corners of your mind. The green white swirls radiate inward bringing back the pupils. The girl's eyes reflect the same action just a couple of seconds after yours. For a moment the girls look at one another mildly curious what happened.

Clapping your hands together to jolt the girls out of their stupor. "C'MON PARTYYYYYYYYY!"

Like that, the sounds of 'Dancing with Myself' with you screaming 'party', the girls bounce back. Their first look at you and you can see their eyes wide with delight. Maneuvering yourself to the middle of this hot cluster, you set yourself onto Claire by grabbing her at the waist. There's something about a light skinned black girl with long straight and curly hair you find especially pleasing. Maybe it's the skinny jeans with white pump heels and cowgirl hat or the way her pearl silk camisole is draped on her, bouncing with her every step.

"Claire, tell me about the group. Don't leave anything out."

"We've been friends since middle school. Shelly's a great friend. I'm so happy for her. I wish Jessie would be happy for Shelly like I am."

Your curiosity has been piqued. "Thanks for the information." You let go of Claire but she doesn't want to let go of you. That is until you copped a feel of her tits and gave them a good squeeze to Claire's delight. You tug on the camisole spaghetti straps and Claire starts taking it off for you.

Moving onto Jessie, who's going urban cowgirl with her jeans and white t-shirt complete with cowgirl boots and hat with her short pixie cut hair underneath. Taking hold of her to the sounds of 'You got another thing coming.' Jessie seems happy to be with you somewhat while dancing.

"Okay Miss Grumpy, what's your beef. You can tell me." Claire's camisole lands on your shoulder.

"This doesn't feel right. I have feelings for you....but I can't I'm not supposed to have this." The confusion on her face leads to a frustrated knit on the brow of her forehead. "Oh god I want to fuck you so bad! But that can't be right."

"Why?"

Jessie leans in close to your ear. "Because I love Shelly. I always have. Just don't tell her."

A devilish grin writes itself on your face. Guiding Jessie over by Claire, who's now topless, joins Claire with her display.

Outside at the balcony, the grand opening fireworks show must have started a little early. The explosive plumes are right at your floor level, splashing bright colors against the black night sky in front of the balcony.

The next one to bump into you and join you is your petite brunette linebacker Missy. She's all of 5 feet but built like a shapely brick house.

Looking down at her. "So Bite Size, I take it you're the party animal."

"Damn straight! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"What's so great about this marriage? I don't get it."

You wish you hadn't have asked that question. Like a gushing geyser of crude, Missy spills the beans on everything, rumors and facts, about the wedding. The fact she that knows Jessie is gay. Shelly doesn't love Matt at all but just wants the money. Matt's cheating on Shelly. Matt's mother hates Shelly. Shelly's father is banging Matt's sister or what not. Matt's father is banging Shelly's mother. Shelly's twin brother is involved in the hunting accident that maimed Matt's favorite hound dog. Consuela, the maid, is robbing Shelly's family blind with a land swindle in Mexico and on and on this shit went until you finally shut her up with a promise of fucking her behind the curtains over by the balcony. To which she makes a beeline for.

At that moment, you'd swear you felt the building shake for a few seconds. The girls haven't noticed it. You think. <Maybe it's just the bass of the music.> That's until you see a huge fireball fly past the balcony. They are having that celebration downstairs, if something was wrong there'd be alarms going off. <Ah fuck it.>

Grace takes you by the hand and two steps around you. She's also going for the urban cowgirl look too. Boots and black jeans torn at the knees with a matching black tank top and unbuttoned fire red lumberjack shirt tucked in. Unlike Jessie, Grace's long straight black hair stretches down to the small of her back capped by her black stetson hat. Her almond shaped eyes and high cheeked faces blend perfectly with her outfit.

"Isn't this fun?!?" She asks you. You smile and nod yes. Grace's eyes light up with a come fuck me look. "I can make this more fun if you want."

"Not having enough fun today?" You ask coyly.

Grace looks you over. "No, I was suppose to have some fun this morning but Matt stood me up." She bites her lower lip and pulls you right up to her. "And me so horny!" Grace plants a big kiss right on your lips.

Getting a handful of Grace's ass in hand. "Why don't you peel off some of these layers for me." Grace happily complies stripping off her clothes right there on the spot.

As Grace strps off, you look right at Mary-Beth in the eyes and she comes right to you. "Well hey darling. You look like you want real some company."

"Sure." You grab Mary-Beth by her top and pull her in for a kiss. She returns the favor with a little tongue as you feel her up and she grabs your ass with both hands. Grace, standing behind you takes your left hand from behind and begins to play herself with it.

It seems all this flirting is really helping you feel ready for the main course of tonight's entertainment. Pushing Mary-Beth to the side and leaving Grace standing there with her jeans and panties at the knee, you dance your way over to the bride to be flashing a smile. Her denim miniskirt showed off her toned thighs that weren't covered by it. Her cowgirl boots went up mid-calf showing more toned muscles. Like Claire, Shelly's bust bounces freely under her red halter and denim vest like water swelling at the top of a dam ready to break. Her curly golden blonde hair topped with her cowgirl hat was dangling to and fro just at mid chest

"Where the hell were you when I was single."

"You're still single you know. Besides you can't love him if you love me."

"Yeah, I just want what's his name for the money." Shelly grabs you with a hungry look on her face. "I want you for something else." Shelly pulls you across the room to the coffee table and sit at the edge. She lies back raising her legs high and wide showing you her cotton white panties with a little pink rose stitched on the front. You push back Shelly's skirt up to her waist and pull the little pink rose panties aside to reveal another pink rose that you really want and plow right into it. Pump after pump Shelly screams out in lust.

All the girls are cheering. "FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!!" The shock and awe on Shelly's face shows it all. The other girls can't help themselves in their horny state. What little clothes remain on them gets pulled or torn off eventually. You lift Shelly up from the coffee table and she leg locks you in as you turn around to lie on it yourself leaving Shelly to buck herself into ecstasy. Bouncing up and down your pole, waving her stetson rodeo style over her head, Shelly eventually twitches herself off of you quivering with lustful spasms next to you.

Claire immediately jumps on you inserting you into moist herself and goes cowgirl on you. Claire's brown full tits bouncing with each violent movement. You play with her nipples tuning in London making her close her eyes with painful joy. Grace, not wanting to wait, stands above your head and squats her bald pussy into your face which you will gladly tongue for her and she joins Claire for more pleasure screaming.

This leads for Jessie and Mary-Beth to join in on the sex mound. You all twist into a gregorian sex knot. Tongues, fingers and your cock probe every hole you can find not caring who's it was, until each of the girls fall out of the knot sprawled on the coffee table beside Shelly. Jessie was the last to hold up. You made her cum 6 times and each time she cummed you'd swear her legs were going to cut you in half. It's not everyday you pop a lesbian's cherry.

Still feeling strong, you make your way around the coffee table fucking each girl again and again to the height of pleasure leaving them sweaty convulsing messes on the coffee table. Saving Shelly for dessert, you fuck her hard watching her tits flop with each thrust making her cum again and again. Shelly can't catch her breath and eventually begs you to stop so she could breathe.

Just when all was finally at peace, the doors slam open.