Natalie, to fuck her best friend Janice, at her Bachelorette Party

The bachelorette party was in full swing, a riot of laughter, color, and feminine energy filling the private venue. Janice and Natalie, both a few drinks in, were engaged in a heated argument, their friendship strained by the impending nuptials. The topic of discussion, as usual, was Janice's forthcoming marriage to Henry.

In the midst of their bickering, a paper-mache cake was rolled into the room. The women, already excited, squealed in delight. Some of their friends recognized the ruse and called out, "A stripper!" A cheer erupted from the crowd. The cake crumbled, and Frank emerged, gyrating awkwardly to the music. Some women looked disappointed, his average looks and build not living up to their expectations.

However, the disappointment was short-lived. With a flourish, Frank ripped off the remaining paper from his crotch, revealing a super-sized banana hammock thong that strained to contain his enormous member. The room fell silent, the women staring in disbelief. "That's not real, is it?" someone asked, incredulous.

Janice, her curiosity piqued, reached out and grabbed Frank's cock, as if to verify its authenticity. It hardened in her hand, the sensation causing her to gasp. Natalie, watching with wide eyes, joined her friend, her fingers exploring Frank's baseball-sized balls. The other women moved closer, their interest piqued.

The moment Janice wrapped her lips around Frank's monstrous cock, the room erupted into a frenzy of lust. Natalie began sucking on his balls, her tongue flicking against the sensitive skin. The other women quickly discarded their clothes, their hands roaming over Frank's body, exploring every inch of him.

Janice was the first to take Frank's cock, her pussy stretching to accommodate his enormous size. She moaned in pleasure, her body writhing beneath him as he fucked her hard. Natalie watched, her pussy dripping with desire. She wanted a turn, but she also wanted to see Janice lose control.

Frank's cock hit Janice's G-spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She screamed out her orgasm, her pussy clenching around Frank's cock. He continued to fuck her, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his own climax.

Natalie couldn't wait any longer. She pushed Janice aside, her pussy aching for Frank's cock. She straddled him, her enhanced DD-cup breasts bouncing as she rode him. Frank groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he slammed into her.

One by one, the other women took their turns with Frank, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. He fucked them all, his enormous cock bringing each one to multiple orgasms. The room was filled with the sound of moans and the scent of sex.

As the night wore on, the women began to tire, their bodies spent from the intense pleasure. Frank lay in the middle of the pile of naked women, his cock still hard and ready. He looked around at the satisfied faces, a smirk playing on his lips.

Natalie crawled over to him, her blonde hair falling around her face. "You did good," she said, her voice low and husky. Frank smirked, reaching out to cup her breast. "I aim to please," he replied, his fingers tracing the outline of her nipple.

Janice, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms, looked at Natalie. She knew that what she had done was wrong, but she couldn't deny that she had enjoyed it. She looked at Frank, his cock huge even finally soft as it was, and wondered if this was what she had been missing. "I don't know what I'm going to do," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. Frank looked at her, his eyes filled with understanding. "Do what feels right," he said, his voice soft.

As the women dressed and left the venue, Natalie turned to Frank with a mischievous grin. "You're hired for the wedding," she said, her voice filled with amusement. Frank laughed, shaking his head. "I think I'll stick to being a gigolo," he replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

As he left the venue, Frank couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had done his job well, and maybe, just maybe, he had helped Janice see that there was more to life than a safe, boring future. Only time would tell if his efforts had been in vain or not. But for now, he was content to drive off into the night, his old car rattling beneath him, his mind filled with the memory of the wild night he had just experienced.

AN: Lightly edited.