Meaning…the teeth marks belonged to a few people who ended up with sticky cheeks.
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Holy Winterfresh Mouthwash Batman!
When I lived in Maine there was a woman at work getting married, and the guys at work took her hubby up to the boonies where one guy had a cabin on the lake. The party is in his garage. Big garage, mind, you, but the garage, nontheless. Of course it was known to some there was going to be a stripper, and my ex thought it was juvenile, but was otherwise fine with it. Lots of good food and beer, and the young lady arrives with her “manager” who sets the rules. We are in a semi-circle on folding chairs, eating chili off of paper plates.
Well, I gotta say the girl was an athlete! Gymnastic moves, the hands-on-your-thighs-and-flip-into-your-face routine, and the obligatory groom abuse. About an hour. She was auctioning off articles of clothing at the end of the night, maybe $100 for her underwear. It was genuinely all in fun, no actual heebie-jeebie sleazy stuff, no exposed male genitalia. She was beautiful, coordinated, and fun. Must have been from out of state!
Fast forward to Monday morning. One of the guys went home and told his wife about what happened. She calls another wife, who calls the bride to be, yadda, yadda. I told my ex, who didn’t give a flip about the party, but the wedding was momentarily endangered, a few marriages were rocky for a time, and there were walls between workers for a few weeks. Small town Maine. Where folks never went to Portland because it was such a big city. Not a good place to have a stripper at a bachelor party and not tell your significant other.
For my bachelor party we went to a strip club somewhere in suburban Maryland and the guys bought me several lap dances. We also just chatted and drank a bit and had a generally good time. According to the MC, many of the girls were just 18. (I believed him, and I know what 18 looks like, because my sister was that age.) What was really creepy was how clearly immature these girls were. (Like when it was mentioned that it was my bachelor party, they were all “awww, how sweet” and such, which at the same time grinding their ass against my crotch.) It was disturbing that these girls were making money by taking off their clothes for adults when they were plainly still at an age (and temperment) where they should have been giggling with each other about boys and puppy dogs.
–Cliffy
When I was in college at Georgia Southern, my frat hired a M.I.L.F. stripper for a bachelor’s party for a brother. A little sister had given me a DVD from a stripper/dancer that she found in a box of porn she took from his closet for us to watch. There was an email address on the DVD, so I emailed her and asked how much for a full service bachelor’s party, with sex. She replied with a price that was less than the last girl we had asked just to dance. She looked good in the video and it showed scenes from some porn she had been in over the years so we booked her. She showed up all dolled up and dressed up and we had her DVD playing on the big screen when she got there. She looked pretty good horny a 40 something chick. She danced and stripped. Did a dildo show on the coffee table then sucked off the groom. We all then took turns in all of her holes ubtil early in the morning. When she left after servicing all 15 of us several ways. She was well worth the money, but the kicker was…while she was fucking the bro’s, I looked in her purse and saw she was the little sisters mom. Next morning I made a point of letting it slip to the lil sis that I and the rest had gang banged the stripper. She got pussed, but pussed because we had sex with a stripper, not as if we had gang banged her mom. I don’t think Savannah knew it was her mom.
True story!
Ew
I have attended several bachelor parties, but do not remember the fine points of the best ones, aside from waking up in several interesting places with a flavor in my mouth not unlike the bottom of a birdcage (or so I’d imagine.)
I do remember this wonderful stripper who did tricks with lit matches. We probably paid for what remained of her college education that night.
Here’s my one and only bachelor party story. This was back when I was in my 20s, and asked to be my friend’s Best Man. Sure. Hand the guy the ring during the ceremony. I can do that.
Up until that point, I hadn’t been to a wedding since I was a kid. I knew nothing about the duties of a Best Man, other than holding the ring. I had never been to a bachelor party, nor had I heard of them. And none of my friend’s other friends chose to enlighten me. So no bachelor party. No prepared toast, nothing.
But I did hand him the ring.
So after 13 years of zombified dormancy, **CollegeStud **joins us to give his home-made version of a classic Penthouse Forum write-in. How quaint.
I just stumbled on this post yesterday while looking for something else. More story I posted yesterday was 100 % true and I was even more turned on knowing who she really was.
I spent some time years ago working in a slaughter house. About a week after I had started, one of the crew was getting married, and the crew threw him a bachelor party. I didn’t really know the guys, but they specifically let me know I was welcome.
I showed up with cash enough to gamble and spent most of the night at the poker table, playing cards and drinking ice water. The rest of the poker players were passing joints and drinking shots of schnapps. It was like fish in a barrel.
The guys that organized the party had hired couple of hookers. I was too sober, shy and winning at poker to take part in that.
The groom got pretty drunk and passed out mid evening. Some of the guys dyed him from his navel to his knees with the purple, indelible meat dye used to mark beef as to USDA grade. This stuff does not wash off. He was still purple on his honeymoon.
At least one of the hookers had given a good portion of the attendees Gonorrea.
I stayed sober, uninfected and won a couple of hundred dollars.