I took the condom back to Tracy and she opened it and slid it onto Dave’s rock hard member. Easing up his body she rubbed her tits around his cock and then sitting over him she lowered herself onto his body. As soon as he was in Tracy looked over to me and I happily stepped back over. Tracy was facing Dave and riding him so that he could play with and see those marvelous tits. I stood next to her and she once again took me into her mouth. It was a great moment, this absolutely beautiful stripper was sucking my cock while she humped the hell out of my best friend. Over in the corner the last member of our wedding party was getting serviced by an equally beautiful woman. The rest of the crowd was either watching enviously or nearly comatose with alcohol. I grabbed Tracy’s breast again and began to massage it gently, but the excitement was too much.
“I’m going to cum.” I whispered.
She looked up at me with those beautiful almond eyes reached her hand around behind my ass and pulled me into her face. Now I’m no porn star either, but she managed to slip my cock all the way into her mouth and soon her effort was rewarded as I shot my wad deep into her throat. It was an amazing sensation and as I pulled out ready to collapse she gave the tip of my cock a little kiss and a lick. I looked down and Dave was quivering in the throws of his own orgasm. After cumming he pulled out and Tracy stepped off to yet another cheer from the crowd. She smiled gave a shy little wave and went into the corner were she used her towel to clean herself and then she got dressed. While Tracey was getting dressed I heard Robbie moan in the corner and turning, laughed as I saw jets of jism fly past Michelle’s shoulder and land, some on the floor some on her backside. I joined Tracy in the corner and leaning in to kiss her on the cheek told her that this had been the best party ever. I then slipped her an extra $500 since after all they had stayed longer than the promised hour.
In the background I heard,
“Hey, what about me?” from one of the guys.
“Sorry, wedding party only, boys.” Was Michelle’s reply.
Tracy turned to me and said,
“Well you have my card, call me when you’re ready to get married.”
*
Epilogue
Dave of course was ecstatic. We all crashed at the hotel that night and sober in the morning, swore to never talk about those events again. The marriage went off with as few hitches as could be expected and I never did call Tracy back. Events conspired against me and I met a nice girl. Who knows, maybe one of these days I’ll pass that card to the man planning my bachelor party.
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