Lavish Didi Stories - Bachelor party on a yacht - Chapter 4

Author’s note: All characters are consenting adults (18+). All sexual acts depicted are consensual between the characters.

Chapter 4

Chase didn’t move for a long second.

I still couldn’t totally open my eyes, I just saw bits and shadows. I heard him take the step. I heard the jacuzzi through the wall. I smelled the cigar and the salt on my face and the beer on all of them.

“What the fuck,” Chase said. Not loud. The quiet kind. “JP. What is this?”

JP didn’t rush.

“Bachelor party,” he said. “He’s the bartender. He wanted it. We didn’t touch him. We didn’t put it in him. We painted his face for fun. That’s it.”

“That’s it?” Chase repeated.

“Bro, that’s it.”

I heard Chase breathe. Once. Twice.

“Get up,” he said to me.

I didn’t.

“He stays,” JP said. “He said he wanted it. Ask him.”

Chase didn’t ask me. He turned. I heard the salon door. I heard him yell, not at us, at the deck.

“Derek. Brooklyn. Whoever’s not in the water. Inside. Now.”

More footsteps. More voices. The hall got smaller. I still couldn’t see. Somebody laughed, short, the way you laugh when you walk into a room you weren’t ready for.

“Jesus, Chase.”

“Don’t,” Chase said. “You already know. Get in here.”

They made a circle. I felt them move around me. Knees. Shorts. Heat. At least six. Maybe more. JP stayed. Marcus stayed. Derek. Tyler. Keith. Andrew, quieter. The older one. And Chase, somewhere at the edge, not in the middle yet.

“Stand him up,” Chase said.

Hands under my arms. Not rough. Not gentle. They pulled me to my feet. My knees burned. My face was still stuck. Somebody turned me so I was in the center.

“Open your eyes,” JP said.

“I can’t.”

“Try.”

I got the right one open a slit. Blur. Bodies. Shorts down or halfway. Cocks out. Hard. Some already wet. The left eye stayed shut. Cum in the lashes. I could see enough to know I was surrounded by hot men.

“Rules,” JP said. “Same as before. You don’t put it in his mouth. You don’t let him suck it. You can slap your dick on the face. You can spread what’s already there. You jerk it. You aim. If you hit the guy across from you, that’s your problem. Chase. You in or you watching.”

Chase didn’t answer right away. Then he stepped into the circle. Polo still on. Shorts open. He looked at my face and looked away and looked back.

“I’m in,” he said. “Nobody tells my fiancée. Nobody. It’s just a rite of passage to the married life.”

“Right. Nobody,” JP agreed. 

They closed in. The first slap was Derek. His cock, thick, already used, hit my cheek and smeared what was there. Warm. Heavy. He laughed.

“Shit. It’s everywhere.”

Tyler did the other side. Athletic. A little curved. He dragged the head through the mess on my chin and up to my mouth. Not in. Across.

“Open,” he said.

I opened. He didn’t put it in. He tapped it on my tongue and pulled back, laughing when a string of somebody else’s cum stuck to him.

“Bro. That’s not even mine.”

“Wipe it on him,” Keith said.

Tyler wiped it on my cheek. Keith stepped in and slapped his own across my forehead, spreading the older one’s load into my hair. Big. Heavy. The sound was wet.

“Fuck,” Andrew said, quiet. He was across from Keith. His cock was out. He stroked and watched and didn’t slap yet.

Chase, the groom was to my left. I saw him through the slit. Pink polo. Hard. Not as thick as JP. He looked at the circle and then at me and then he did it. One slap. Across my mouth. His cock dragged through three loads and came away shiny.

“Jesus, he’s cummy as fuck.” he said.

“Don’t think,” JP said. “Just do it.”

They took turns. Slap. Drag. Spread. My face was a mess they kept moving around. Cum in my eyebrows. Cum on my lips. Cum they wiped off their own cocks onto my cheeks because they didn’t want it on them. Somebody’s balls brushed my chin. I didn’t know whose. I opened my mouth when they told me to. I tried to catch what I could. A drop off Derek’s head. A smear Tyler left on my tongue. I swallowed what landed.

“Look at him,” Marcus said. “He’s trying to eat it.”

“Let him,” JP said.

JP hadn’t slapped yet. He stood in the circle with his sunglasses still on and his cock out, thick, uncut, the one from the first load. He watched. Then he stepped in.

“My turn.”

He didn’t stroke first. He slapped me with his big cock. Once. Hard enough that my head moved. The head of him hit my cheek and spread Keith’s load across my mouth. He did it again. Other side. The sound was louder than the others.

“There,” he said. “Now it’s mine too.”

He stayed close. He stroked. The circle stroked with him. Six cocks. Maybe seven. Guys I couldn’t even name. All pointed at me. Sweat. Beer. The jacuzzi still going somewhere behind the wall. Somebody’s thigh against mine. I couldn’t tell who.

Derek went first.

“Fuck— I’m—”

He didn’t finish the sentence. The first jet hit my open mouth. The second went wide and caught Tyler across the chest.

“Shit, bro!” Tyler yelled. “You came on me!”

“I didn’t— fuck— I didn’t mean—”

The circle lost it. Laughter. Derek still coming, trying to aim, painting my chin and Tyler’s shirt at the same time. Tyler looked down at the stripe on his tank top and laughed so hard he had to hold the wall.

“You motherfucker. That’s on my shirt.”

“Wipe it on him,” Keith said, still stroking.

Tyler did. He dragged the mess off his chest with two fingers and wiped it across my forehead. Then he stepped back in and kept going.

Keith was next. Big. Loud. He grunted and the first shot hit my cheek and kept going, over my shoulder, and caught Andrew on the wrist.

“Bro!” Andrew said. “That’s on my hand!”

“Sorry, man. Sorry. I can’t— fuck—”

Keith kept coming. Thick. A lot. It hit my mouth, my nose, the guy to my right. Somebody swore. Somebody laughed. Andrew stared at his wrist and then, because there was nowhere else, he wiped it on my shoulder and kept stroking.

“This is freaking disgusting,” he said.

“You’re still hard,” Marcus said.

“Shut up.”

The older one went quiet and then he wasn’t. A low grunt. His shot hit my lips and the head of Chase’s cock at the same time.

“Jesus Christ,” Chase said. “That’s— that’s on me.”

“Shit, bro,” Derek said, still breathing hard. “You just got painted on your dick. Use it as lub bro.”

Chase looked at his own cock. At the streak. At me. He didn’t wipe it off. He stroked through it. His face was red. He laughed once, short, like he couldn’t believe he was doing it. Stroking his cock with guy other guy’s load as lubricant.

“Don’t tell her,” he said. To the room. To nobody.

“We won’t, relax dude.” JP said.

Marcus came next. Bald head shining. He aimed better than the others and still caught Tyler on the thigh. Tyler yelled again. Marcus laughed through it and painted my open mouth and my chin and the front of Chase’s polo by accident. All I could taste and see was white cum.

“My shirt,” Chase said.

“Bachelor party,” Marcus said. “Deal with it.”

Tyler couldn’t hold it. He came while he was still laughing about his shirt. The jet went sideways and hit Derek’s cock, the one that had already finished, and Derek jumped.

“Bro! You came on my dick!”

“I didn’t— I was aiming at him—”

“You hit me!”

The circle howled. Derek looked down at his own cock, shiny with Tyler’s load, and shook his head and laughed so hard he had to lean on Keith. Keith was still half-hard. He didn’t care. He slapped his cock against my cheek again, spreading whatever was newest.

“Catch it,” JP told me.

I opened my mouth wider. I couldn’t see. I turned my face toward the voices and the heat and tried to take what landed. A shot from Andrew hit my tongue. I swallowed. Another from somebody I couldn’t name striped my cheek and kept going and hit the older one’s stomach. He swore, quiet, and wiped it with his palm and put the palm on my shoulder.

“Stay still,” he said.

I stayed. Chase was shaking. I heard it in his breath. He stepped closer. His cock, still with the streak on it, slapped my mouth once. Then again. He stroked fast. His free hand was on the wall.

“I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” JP said.

Chase came. Not as much as Keith. Enough. The first jet hit my lips. The second went wide and caught JP across the thigh.

“Shit,” Chase said. “JP. I just—”

“I know,” JP said. He looked down at his own leg. At the streak. He laughed, low. “You came on me, Chase. At your own bachelor party.”

“Fuck off.”

“You’re welcome.”

JP waited until the circle had mostly finished. Then he stepped in again. Sunglasses still on. Cigar gone. He slapped his cock against my face, harder than before, spreading everything. Cum from a circle of horny dudes. Sweat. The mess they’d wiped on me from each other. He did it again. And again. My head moved with it.

“Open,” he said.

I opened. He didn’t put it in. He tapped the head on my tongue, once, twice, and pulled back. Then he stroked. Close. The heat of him on my mouth. I heard the circle watching. Somebody still half-hard. Somebody laughing about the shirt. Somebody saying don’t tell the fiancée.

JP grunted. The first shot hit my tongue. I swallowed. The second painted my cheek and kept going and caught Derek on the chest.

“Bro!” Derek said. “JP! You just came on me!”

“Aim better next time,” JP said, and kept going. Thick. A lot. It hit my mouth, my chin, the guy to my left, somebody’s dark pubes. He shook the last of it onto my lips the way he had with his first load. Then he stepped back.

The circle was a mess. Cocks shiny with other people’s cum. Shirts striped. Thighs marked. Everybody breathing. Everybody laughing in that stupid, wrecked way. I stood in the middle with my eyes stuck shut and my face covered and my mouth open, still trying to catch what was left. The smell of jizz was pungent.

“Shit,” Tyler said. “Look at us.”

“Look at him,” Marcus said.

Chase was quiet. He tucked himself in. He looked at his polo. At the streak Marcus had left. At me.

“Nobody says a word,” he said.

“Nobody,” JP said.

He put his hand on the back of my neck. Not hard. The same grip.

“You got what you wanted,” he said to me. “Don’t wipe until I say. We’re not done looking at you. You’re gonna take you to our Airbnb tonight and call lots of dudes from the street to cover you. Let’s break the world record.”

I nodded. I couldn’t see them. I was so horny my cock was hard as marble. I could feel the cum cooling on my skin and on my shirt and in my hair. I could hear them still laughing, still swearing, still standing around the bartender who had tried to catch every shot he could.

Outside, the jacuzzi kept going.

Nobody moved to get the ice.