RIA I was having a hard time concentrating on the festivities. Right about now, Tracy was no doubt shaking her great big boobs at my future husband. Or maybe straddling his lap and grinding the life out of him to some trashy song. I could only imagine how far they would take things. She was supposed to call me when it was over, to gossip, but I hadn’t heard so much as a peep—which meant that Shane was probably getting an even better show than I’d expected. It was weird: I was jealous, but at the same time I also wasn’t. What’s it called again, when your brain can simultaneously hold two conflicting opinions? Cognitive dissonance? No, that’s something else. Nevermind. I felt possessive of Shane, but I honestly kind of liked the mental image of him fooling around with another woman. And, since I knew that other woman was Tracy, I felt like it was okay. She was my best friend, so in some ways it was almost like Shane was fooling around with an extension of me. Plus, I kinda I owed my man a freebie after I’d accidentally screamed out Connor’s name during sex. “Ria, it’s your turn!” I forced my attention back to my bridesmaids—the three very different girls who’d all been kind enough to put their own Christmas Eve plans on hold to attend my bachelorette party: Lois was an old friend from high school. Though she and I didn’t see a whole lot of each other anymore, we had a ton of amazing shared memories that I would cherish for life. Katie and I had been going to the same Pilates class every morning since forever. She was a total sweetheart when you got to know her, but she always seemed determined to blend in with the wallpaper. Then there was Becky, the nineteen-year-old receptionist at my office. Ever since Connor had quit his FedEx job last year to pursue a career in law enforcement, Becky’s adorable personality was the only thing that kept my daily corporate grind from becoming a living hell. Sure, she sometimes made me feel like an old woman despite the fact that I was still in my twenties, but I don’t know how I was going to survive when she inevitably left her receptionist job for something better. They were all great girls, but Tracy was really the “life” of any party, and her departure had turned the volume down somewhat. We’d been reduced to playing a very tame version of “Never Have I Ever” when my phone beeped: A text, from Tracy: “All done.” I quickly texted back: “What happened?” After an agonizing thirty seconds, she responded: “He made a mess all over my bikini.” I forced myself to breathe. She’d actually made him come?! It didn’t feel real. “What is it?” Lois asked. I exploded in a fit of nervous giggling. “Shane apparently enjoyed Tracy’s little strip tease quite a lot!” “No surprise there,” Becky grinned. “No, I mean—How can I put this delicately? Shane enjoyed himself… completely.” Their jaws dropped. Before she’d left, Tracy had explained to the other girls about the surprise we’d planned for my fiancé. But I think they all expected it to be more of a joke. None of us imagined Pendik Escort that she’d—that he’d—that they’d actually— They’d actually WHAT? Why did she have to be so coy about the details? How had it happened? I was more curious than ever. “Are you upset?” Katie asked. “No, I don’t think so, I’m just—Whoo! I mean, I’m glad he had a good time, but it’s so weird! Kind of feels like I just stepped off Space Mountain.” I idly wondered if Connor knew his girlfriend had brought my fiancé to orgasm, and how he felt about it. I realized I WAS jealous. Not because I felt like Shane and Tracy had done anything wrong, but because they’d both gotten to have so much more fun tonight than me. I was about to excuse myself from the party to call Tracy about it, when the doorbell rang. A man’s voice boomed through the door: “Ho, ho, ho! Merrrrry Christmas!” With an excited shriek, I hopped up out of my chair, sprinted across the room, and flung open the door to greet— “Connor!” My hunky friend was dressed in a full-on Santa costume, complete with a long white beard. “What are you doing here?” I asked. He stepped inside, not breaking character. But, even with that jolly red suit on, there was no disguising Connor’s broad shoulders, nor the godlike size of his arms. “I came to deliver a very special present to a very special little girl—but I’m not sure if she’s been naughty or nice this year.” “Definitely naughty!” Lois called out. Her voice drew Connor’s attention to the three cute girls in the room behind me. “I thought you’d be alone by now,” he whispered. “Wasn’t really planning on doing this for a whole audience.” “You weren’t planning on doing what for a whole audience?” His eyes twinkled mischievously, “Just go take a seat.” I did. I ran back into the living room with my three girlfriends and sat down next to Becky on the couch. “What’s going on?” Becky asked anxiously. Connor stomped into the middle of the room with his big black boots and waved at us: “My goodness! What have we here? It’s a whole house full of young ladies from my naughty list. What do you all want in your stockings this year?” I smirked, “How about you?” The others all eagerly agreed. “Well then,” he chuckled, plugging his iPod into the speakers on my mantle, “Here comes Santa Clause!” The speakers burst to life playing some super-cheesy porn music, and Connor started dancing. He made his way over to me and really made an exhibition of himself, rolling his body and flexing his hips into my face. The girls cheered. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen this coming. I should have expected it the second I suggested that Tracy be a stripper for Shane. To the delight of everyone, Connor’s clothing started coming off almost immediately. He tossed aside his gloves, unbuckled his belt, and then slowly unzipped his jacket. He wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath it, so by the time that jacket fell to the carpet, Connor’s muscular torso was on full display—covered only by his fake beard and the suspenders holding Pendik Escort Bayan up his pants. I couldn’t help but notice that he had waxed for the occasion, leaving his chest perfectly smooth. So yummy… “Rawr!” Lois called out. The rest of us were so nervous we couldn’t stop laughing. I watched jealously as Connor strolled over to Katie—she was so shy she could barely bring herself to look at him—and he placed her shaking hands on his pecs. She was timid at first, but even shy girls have hormones. Before long, Katie’s hands were all over him, nervously groping his six-pack and squeezing his biceps. Then Connor kicked off his boots and moved on to Lois, giving her the same privilege. Lois was more daring, hooking her finger inside Connor’s waistband and pulling it open to peek inside— “Nuh-uh!” Connor chided, pulling her hand away before she could get a good look at what he was packing. He unsnapped one of his suspenders, and his baggy red pants partially slipped down over his hip—revealing the chiseled line of his pelvis, the top half of his butt, and a tiny strip of red velvet fabric that must have been his underwear. That earned him another round of cheers. I felt myself getting wet with anticipation. Sure, I’d seen Connor without his shirt on before, at the beach, but he’d always left everything else to the imagination. He made his way over to the couch, standing between Becky and me, grabbing a hand from each of us and letting us simultaneously feel up his naked chest and arms. Connor urged my hand down to the other buckle of his suspenders—the only thing holding up his pants at this point—and I unsnapped it. His pants dropped like a curtain, revealing toned legs and an indestructibly firm ass. But that wasn’t even the best part. Instead of normal underwear—or even a simple g-string—Connor’s sizeable penis was covered by what looked like a long, pointy Santa Clause hat. There was so much sexual tension in the room, the unexpected visual gag hit the four of us like an atombomb. We laughed so hard, tears were coming out. Pleased with our reaction, Connor started dancing more enthusiastically than ever. He shook his hips, causing his cock to swing back and forth like a pendulum. He spun around, wiggling his ass right in our faces. He grabbed our hands, rubbing them up and down every inch of his body, back and front. When I finally got my hands on his ass, I didn’t want to let go. The entire time, all four girls were laughing, cheering, and getting visibly hornier every second. Tired of waiting for her turn, Lois got up and dragged Katie over to the sofa with Becky and I, so that everyone could play with Connor at the same time. “Mmm!” Becky moaned. Out of the corner of my eye, I was shocked to see that she was actually LICKING the guy, all over his chest. Not saying a single word, the rest of us followed suit, kissing and tonguing every exposed inch of male skin that we could find. Even shy little Katie got in on the action, playfully sucking on Escort Pendik Connor’s nipples. Only the bits covered by his novelty g-string seemed off limits, but Lois let her tongue get dangerously close. I pulled off his hat and beard, wanting to see my friend’s handsome face, and Connor responded by hungrily kissing me on the lips. By the time the music ended, all the women were flushed and panting with arousal, and Connor’s cock-sock Santa hat was pointing straight up at the ceiling. I whispered in his ear, “Is that it? Or are we getting the Full Monty tonight?” Katie had overheard what I’d just said and her eyes went wide. This was getting pretty wild, even for me, so I couldn’t imagine how a shy little mouse like her must have felt. Connor turned to the other girls and asked, “I don’t know. Who here wants Santa to show you his candy cane?” We all raised our hands like a classroom of excited first graders. Connor gave me a beckoning curl of his finger: “I think the bride-to-be should do the honors.” I blushed, shivering with arousal. There was nothing at that moment I wanted more than to strip off Connor’s ridiculous underwear, but it felt weird having so many of my friends watching. Sensing my nervousness, he picked up his furry red jacket off the floor and wrapped it around his waist like a skirt. “To give us a bit of privacy,” he jokingly explained. The others cheered me on as I knelt down between his legs and—god, was this really happening—found myself face-to-face with his crotch. I tentatively reached for the g-string, but Becky stopped me by calling out, “No hands!” The other girls agreed. I gulped. No hands? As in, I had to strip him naked with my mouth? Aw hell, why not? This way was more fun anyway. And Tracy had been kind enough to tell me she’d already made Shane come, so I knew I didn’t need to feel guilty about anything. Hidden from view, and overcome with arousal, I pressed my face up against the velvety fabric of Connor’s underwear until I could feel the soft bulge of his testicles rubbing my cheek. Lifting my head, I let the shape of his long, rigid cock brush against my lips and nose, and I felt him grow even harder. Connor must have made some kind of funny face in response to my teasing, because all the girls laughed. I moved to pull down his g-string, but changed my mind at the last minute and stuck my face back in his crotch, giving the whole package a good, satisfying lick through his underwear. “Whoa!” I heard him shout. With an evil smile on my lips, I clenched his waistband in my teeth and dragged it drown past his knees. When I finally came up for air holding Connor’s Christmas cock-sleeve as a trophy, my horny bridesmaids looked at me like I was a hero. “Merry Christmas, ladies,” he said. The jacket whipped open and his powerfully hard erection bobbed into view. He had shaved down there, too. Connor gave us all one more sexy dance—this time completely in the buff—then he politely turned to my bridesmaids and said, “I hope you all enjoyed the show, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to give Ria one last present—in private.” My heart was pounding. What exactly did he have in mind? I was so horny, I’d have been game for just about anything at that point. I silently nodded my assent to Connor, and he scooped me up in his arms like I weighed nothing.