Bachelorette Party

"Actually, I think it's perfect," my daughter said with a grin. "Now, it's about lunch time, so how about you two come sit in the shade and I'll make you some lunch."

"Yeah. I think I need to have a talk with them too," I said, irritation clear in my voice. Every girl around the single folding table that held the makings for lunch stared as I walked into camp from the boat, wearing nothing but a towel, the front tented out obscenely.

I looked around at them, little grins coming to their lips as a couple "innocently" moved their tops around to "fix them" flashing me nipples, and in the case of Tabitha, pulling her suit bottom down until her fully shaved pussy lips were on display for long seconds before she pulled it up again. "You know Melissa, I'm beginning to think that maybe my daughter ISN'T too old to spank!" I said as the girls stared at me almost like hungry animals.

I saw Hanna practically step forward. "OH! If you want to spank some one, I volunteer!" she said eagerly, drawing a look from the other girls. "What? Haven't you ever been spanked?"

"Well, yeah, but I never enjoyed it," Abby said quickly.

"Me either," Shania said, standing with her hands clasped behind her butt in case I really did decide to spank her.

"No. This is my problem," Carrie said quickly, stepping forward. "This was my idea, making it so Mom and Mister C didn't have anything to wear. I thought that if they had to spend the night together well... Anyway. If anyone gets spanked, it's gonna have to be me. I'm to blame. The girls helped me, but it was still my idea."

"Carrie!" Melissa said in surprise. "You did this? Threw my clothes overboard and...everything?"

"I never thought that Mister C would ruin his swimsuit. I just thought that when night came, you two would find out you didn't have anything to wear to bed and...well... we kinda arranged it so that you would have to share the same blanket."

"I'm beginning to understand," Melissa said. "It explains a lot. I've never spanked you before young lady, but I'm sorely tempted right now to start. Look what you caused! Dale is going to have to, not only go around all day in nothing but a towel, when we get back to the boat ramp he'll have to load and drive home without anything on but a towel. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that will be for him? Especially if the towel were to slip or anything?"

"That'd look pretty damn hot," Lizzy said with a grin.

"Lizzy!" Melissa said sharply. "You're not too far from getting spanked yourself, taking all Dale's clothes out of his truck! What if he'd had medicine or something in there he needed?"

"Oh he didn't. I checked," she answered quickly.

"Wait! You dug through my bag too?"

"Just to see if there was anything we needed to bring for you. We didn't want anything to end up hurting anyone. It was just...well...Carrie thought that maybe a little sex would help both of you."

"Carrie!" Melissa said with a surprised look on her face.

"It's true Mom. You haven't had sex in what, five years? Both of you could stand a little."

"Okay. That's it. Dale, you have my permission to spank my daughter." I looked at her a little surprised. "No. I mean it. What she's done has not only embarrassed me, but it's embarrassing you a whole lot more. I think maybe getting her bottom warmed up in front of everyone would be a fitting punishment."

"You're sure about this?" I asked.

"I am!" she answered with a stern glower at her daughter. "In fact, you, young lady, can just take that suit off right now. You might as well get a taste of your own medicine."

I stood there and stared as Carrie reached behind her back and pulled the strings to take off her bikini top. I'd seen her in all kinds of t-shirts and tank tops and tight shorts, and even on occasion a rather modest bikini, but I had NEVER seen her without some kind of top on. Her areolas were round and slightly puckered and her nipples protruded long and hard, almost as if begging to be played with or sucked. I was still staring at her incredibly sexy breasts when she pulled the strings on her bottom, letting it fall to the ground with her top. Her pussy was completely shaved, and her full round lips framed a significant amount of inner lip pushing down between her legs. I stared for several seconds and then turned to find an appropriate camp chair, one without arms. I walked the few paces to one and sat down, my rock hard cock poking my towel up from my lap.

Without being ordered to, but knowing what was needed, Carrie walked over to me. She stood to my right side and then carefully bent herself over me. I couldn't help but notice that as she rested her hand on my thigh as she lowered herself over my lap, she made sure that the towel pulled apart and my dick stuck up, completely bare, from between the spread edges. She lay down on me, using her feet and hands to position herself so her stomach was on my thighs, my hard-on pressed between my stomach and her side. I moved my hand to her bare butt and gently stroked my hand in circles around her creamy cheeks. I looked to Melissa who, with her lips pressed in a thin line, nodded.

I pulled my hand back and landed my palm on her left cheek with a loud smack. I heard her gasp at the impact, but otherwise stay quiet. I rubbed her brightening left cheek for several seconds and then gave her right cheek a hard smack. This time she let out a little yelp of pain. I gave her butt two more smacks, one on each cheek before Hanna stepped over to me. I wasn't sure what she was doing as she reached for my hand. She used her hand to guide my hand between Carrie's legs, pressing my fingers to her pussy. Then she used her hands so to coax Carrie to spread her legs apart. She leaned over to me and whispered, "Make sure you play with her too. Make her climax and then finish spanking her while she's climaxing."

I looked at her in surprise. "You want me to..."

"Uh huh. Trust me," she said as she stepped around behind me.

I shook my head a little, but I had to admit, having her naked over my lap was probably not making me think as clearly as I should have. I let my fingers gently stroke up and down her slit, slowly working between her lips. I could feel her wetness as I teased my fingers deeper between her lips, now running from her clit to the entrance to her vaginal depths. I let my pointer finger push into her pussy and stroked it in and out a few times, and then slid my finger down to her clit, where I let my middle finger circle around and around it, only flicking over it a few times before I started stroking up her lips again. I moved my left hand from her back to reach under, cupping one of her big soft tits. I squeezed it gently and teased her hard nipple while I stroked her pussy.

"Don't forget to spank her too," Hanna whispered in my ear from behind me.

I pulled my fingers from her pussy and smacked her ass once on each cheek, not nearly as hard as I had at first, but enough to renew the redness of her cheeks. I pressed my fingers back between her pussy lips and was surprised at how wet she was. She gave a gentle moan as I stroked around her clit, clearly enjoying at least this part of the attention.

I felt Hanna's bare tits press against my neck and shoulders and then felt her hands slide down my chest. She stood behind me, stroking my chest and nipples while I continued to play with Carrie's pussy, stroking and teasing it. Hanna leaned down further, letting her hands slide down until she was able to worm them between Carrie's side and my stomach, slipping her fingers over my engorged head.

"Make her climax," Hanna whispered. "Pump your fingers in her pussy until she can't take it anymore."

I had no idea where Hanna had learned this stuff. I'd have never even considered spanking my wife. Hell, she'd have turned around and punched me. But Carrie seemed to be enjoying it as I pushed two fingers into her, sliding them in and out while I played with her soft tit and rock-hard nipple. I could hear the soft squish of my fingers pushing in and out of her clearly excited pussy. I pulled my fingers out and slid down to her clit again, this time rubbing it quickly, making her dig her toes into the ground to lift her butt towards me. Her motion made a bit of space between her side and my stomach, which Hanna took advantage of. Her hand began stroking slowly up and down my dick. She let go briefly, kneeling down behind me, her obviously bare tits pressing into my shoulders just above the back of the chair. She slipped her arms around me and the chair back to grasp my dick with both hands. She slowly teased my cock with her hands, letting one hand slide up over my head with each stroke.

I almost lost track of what I was doing to Carrie, her hips lifting and dropping as she drew closer to climax. I continued to stroke her clit, pushing her closer to climax. I pulled my hand away and smacked her cheeks again, one smack on each side, her response a long deep moan. I slipped my fingers back into her pussy and started to pump them in and out again. "Oh fuck. Fuck me Mister C. Fuck me. Make me come," she moaned loudly. "God, I want your cock in me."

To say I was surprised would be the understatement of the century. I mean there was no way I was going to do that. Hell, she was getting married in a few days, why would I do something that stupid? Instead I pulled my fingers from her pussy and moved to her clit again, this time determined to make her climax.

"Oh shit. Oh shit!" she squealed as her legs started to tremble. "OHHHHH FUCK!" she cried loudly as her body spasmed, and her pussy squirted a gush of juice out between her legs.

"Now. Spank her hard!" Hanna whispered.

I pulled my fingers from between her legs and slapped her ass cheeks twice, once on each side, the impact making a surprisingly loud slap.

"OHHHHHH FUUUUUUCK!" Carrie gasped as her whole body suddenly jerked and shuddered, another huge gush sprayed out between her legs.

I sat there, rubbing her bare bottom with one hand and gently teasing her tit with the other while she continued to lay on me, little shudders racing up and down her body and then slowly fading away. She used her hands to push herself up from the ground. She was halfway up from my lap, her face almost even with mine. She paused there, panting softly, and then turning her head, pressed her lips tightly to mine. She kissed me eagerly, her hands holding onto my thigh for balance. I couldn't help but reach up with my hand and stroke her bright red cheek while she sucked and kissed me. She finally pulled her face away from mine and then blushed brightly before pushing herself up the rest of the way. She walked back to where her bikini was and turned to face me, slowly dressing again.

"Now it's my turn," Hanna said, standing up from behind me. She stepped around in front of me, completely naked. She turned to face me and then stepped over my lap and the chair. I was still stunned by the look of her body, her brown curls almost hiding her pussy, her big tits swaying and wiggling as she moved over me. She reached for my dick and held it up as she sat down, aiming for her pussy. "Ohhhhhhh fuck yes," she moaned as she sank down on me, her vagina sopping wet with excitement. "Suck my tits. Please," she practically begged, lifting one of her big tits to my face. I no sooner got her nipple into my mouth than she started bouncing on me, working her pussy up and down my shaft. I could feel the back of her thighs hit my thighs with each stroke, a gentle slap sounding in time with her moans.

Up and down she worked, sliding herself on my cock and pushing my urgency towards the point of no return incredibly quickly. I could tell her own climax was nearing as well, her pounding growing harder as she plunged down on me, panting and moaning.

I was going to come any second. I had no idea if she was as well, but I knew that with all the teasing I'd had that morning, I just couldn't hold back any longer. I'd never done anything like I did to Carrie, but it left me unbelievably excited, and I didn't care at that moment if a whole stadium of people watched me climax in Hanna.

"Oh fuck," I grunted as my body jerked, spewing a gush of cum up into Hanna's pussy. She felt it and gasped in pleasure, slamming herself down on my lap even harder. I heard the creak and then the snap. The chair, designed to hold only a little over two hundred pounds, finally gave in to our combined weight and the impact of her body on mine. The first leg collapsed, and the chair started to topple to the side. Both of us felt it happening, and together we reached out to try and catch ourselves before we hit the ground hard, both of us still within the throes of our mutual orgasm. We fell to our sides and my dick pulled from her pussy, squirting my next gush of pent up cum up her body to land on the side of one of her tits. I lay there, spasming between her legs, my cock pumping its shots onto her body before all that was left was little squirts and drools oozing onto her right thigh.

"Never seen that before," one of the girls called. "That a new orgasm method Hanna?"

"You're just jealous you didn't think of it first. Besides, it was worth it," Hanna answered back, looking at me. "Hope you didn't mind. I was just so turned on...I didn't think..."

"It's fine," I panted. "I doubt I could have said no even if I wanted to."

She smiled widely. "Good. Now, wanna come to the water and help me wash off?" By the time we walked the short distance back from the lake, having dipped in the lake and rinsed each other, most of the girls were mostly done eating. Hanna and I made sandwiches and then one of the girls vacated a still intact chair for me to sit in. Melissa was eating as well, though she seemed to be avoiding looking at me. Maybe I took a few more liberties with her daughter than she intended.

After lunch I found my towel again and wrapped myself in it, apparently it was ALL I was going to get to wear, even if one of the girls happened to have something that MIGHT fit me. Hanna was probably the only one that would, and she wasn't about to let me cover my dick any more than it had to be.

"That was some show Dad! Jesus!" my daughter said as she carried a chair over and sat down next to me while several of the girls finished cleaning up from lunch.

"Yeah. Well, didn't plan on any of that, or this," I said, motioning to my towel covered lap. "At least they've all seen it, so now maybe I'll stop being the center of attention."

Jenny laughed for a few moments before looking at me. "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Damn Dad. You have a few things to learn about girls. Half of them are trying to figure out how to get you to fuck them and the other half are trying to figure out how to keep you out of that towel."

"Oh Lord," I groaned. We sat quietly for a few minutes before I added, "Looks like I messed things up with Melissa too."

"Why?" she asked looking curiously at me.

"She hasn't looked at me since I spanked her daughter."

"Trust me. It wasn't the spanking. I don't think it was really the orgasm you gave her either."

"Then what's the problem?"

"She's embarrassed."

"About what?"

"Maybe you didn't notice. While you were giving Carrie her spanking...and her orgasm, about half of us were busy playing with ourselves too."

"Oh. I didn't notice. But what's that got to do with Melissa?"

My daughter leaned over to whisper to me, "She had her bottoms down to her knees and she climaxed when Carrie did. And not just a little one. I mean a huge gasping, moaning orgasm. I don't know HOW you didn't hear her."

"I guess I was preoccupied," I answered.

"You must have been."

"So how many?"

"How many what?"

"How many were playing with themselves?"

"Oh, about half."

"Which half were you in?"

She grinned at me and reached over for my hand. She pulled it to her lap and pressed my fingers between her thighs. "My suit isn't wet because I went swimming. I'm almost ashamed to admit that I got off pretty damn hard watching my dad finger fuck my best friend."

As much as I wanted to leave my hand where it was, I pulled it away, feeling more than a little embarrassed at having my hand between my own daughter's legs.

"Okay ladies!" Lizzy said, stepping out into the middle of the campsite. "I understand the next event is to go tubing. But before we go, while you might feel comfortable with the wind from the boat, that sun will still get you. So, sunblock time. And given the games we have planned, I suggest everyone make sure EVERYPLACE is covered. It sucks to get a sunburned nipple or tush. But, just to keep this all fun...everyone gather around in a circle. Carrie, you come to the middle."

I sat and watched as the girls all gathered in a circle, Lizzy also pulling Melissa into the circle. She then blindfolded Carrie and spun her around a few times. Carrie was then instructed to, while blindfolded, pair up the girls. When she was done everyone had a partner, except of course Carrie.

"Okay. Name of the game here is wipe and switch. Each pair has to get naked, of course, cover each other with sunblock, and then dress again, but in each other's bikini. Except of course for Carrie and Mister C. Since he doesn't have a suit any more, we can't exactly ask him to switch with the bride to be, can we?" she said as she walked the few yards to where I was sitting. She pulled me by the hand. "Well, come on. We've all seen you naked, you do want a chance to see the other way, don't you?"

"I suppose," I answered, getting up from the chair and being led to the middle of the circle.

"Trust me, you're going to enjoy this," she said with a grin as she led me to where Carrie was standing. She let go of me and walked to the tent, leaving us all standing in place, wondering what was next. She came back a few moments later with a little bag and started walking around the groups, handing each pair a flesh colored dildo. "Did I forget to mention that while you're being covered in sunblock you have to have this in you?" she asked, holding up one of the dildos.

"Wait a minute," Lillian said. "There's only four of those. What are Carrie and Mister C going to use?"

Lizzy grinned. "Do you really have to ask?"

Several girls laughed and a good number gave quiet cheers or comments. For my part, I just stood there staring at Lizzy. "You're not serious, are you?" I asked, looking first at Lizzy and then at Carrie, who looked as stunned as I was.

"Why not? I mean if we'd have hired a stripper, he probably would have at least stuck it into her for a few strokes."

"But I'm not a stripper!" I protested.

"You don't mean you expect her to have sex with him, do you?" Melissa asked, stepping forward. "I mean she's about to be married!"

"Well, it's not really having sex. Just think of it as a live dildo," Lizzy said. "Besides, who'd tell Robert anyway?"

"That's not the point! And it IS having sex!" Melissa answered quickly.

"Well, since there are only four dildos... someone's going to have to share with Dale. Are you offering to take her place?"

"Well..." she started to answer, looking at me and then at her daughter before Lizzy interrupted.

"Remember, if you do... you'll have to keep it inside you some way until you're both completely covered."

"You don't have to Mom. Really. It'll be okay," Carrie said with a grin. "I don't think I'll mind all that much."

"NO! No daughter of mine is going to have another man's dick in her less than a week before her wedding. It's not happening!"

"So, you're going to take her place?" Lizzy said, almost as if she were either expecting it or hoping for it.

"I am!" Melissa said, stepping towards me and pulling the strings of her bikini bottom, leaving her completely naked, her suit top still laying in the boat. She stepped to me and pulled the towel off my waist, revealing my hard dick. "Let's get this going then."