The dancer’s name was “Hot Chocolate,” and he looked luscious enough to swallow in one big slurp.

He strutted across the stage with a grin, flexing muscles that rippled in all the right places. From his shaved head to his ripped and toned chest and abs, he was mocha-flavored sex on a stick.

I looked at Riley sitting across from me. She was staring open-mouthed at the approaching dancer, her wide eyes locked on the impressive length of cock dangling between the man’s muscular thighs. Even soft, it had to be eight or nine inches long. God only knew what it would be when it was erect.

As Hot Chocolate came closer, Riley’s eyes grew wider. There was no question she was his target: the bachelorette and bride-to-be. In the limo on the way to the club we had stripped her out of her plain-vanilla cocktail dress and redressed her the way a bride should be dressed at her bachelorette party. Or at least a party being thrown by the Dirty Deltas.

The double-Ds had a reputation — well-deserved — for hosting the naughtiest parties on campus, usually involving lots of alcohol and lots of sex. At university there had been more than a dozen of us, but now, four years later, there were only eight DDs left. And with Riley getting married, our number was dwindling even more.

In spite of Riley’s pleading that her fiancé would go ballistic if he knew her party was being held at a strip club, we decided to give her one last chance to be the naughty girl she had been in college. She was now wearing a very sexy white lace corset with garters attached to the lace tops of her white stockings. A pair of matching lace panties barely covered her shaved pussy lips.

Her corset pushed her lovely 34C boobs up and out, showing about an acre of pale skin from her bosom to her shoulders. We added a pair of strappy white stilettos with five-inch heels, and just to make sure everyone knew who the bachelorette was, we topped off her ensemble with a lace veil fastened to her long, luxurious brunette locks with a plastic and rhinestone tiara that originally read “Take me tonight” across the front. One of the girls had gotten creative with a magic marker and the tiara now read “Fuck me tonight.”

Our limo to the club was a stretch Escalade that held 12 passengers, the exact number of DD sorority sisters attending Riley’s bachelorette party. In school we had been wild enough to deserve the nickname hung on us, and we could still get raunchy on the right occasion. Riley’s bachelorette party was the perfect opportunity to let her naughty run loose, and everybody was ready to party. Except perhaps for Riley — scared to death that her fiancé, Connor Afton Jacobs III, would discover she wasn’t the goody two-shoes he thought she was.

It took some doing to get a reluctant bride-to-be into her sexy outfit; we finished dressing her just as the limo pulled up to the club! She looked out the window, then turned toward me and said, “Connor would crap his pants if he knew my bachelorette party was being held at a strip club called Chix & Dix.”

“Well, he doesn’t know where your party is, and so he’ll have no reason to get his knickers in a twist. I think he’s a bit of a prude anyway.”

A look of hurt and embarrassment crossed Riley’s face, and I quickly apologized. “I’m sorry, Riley. That was uncalled for. Connor must have wonderful qualities, or you wouldn’t be ready to marry him. I’m sure he’s a nice guy and you love him. But, sometimes — ”

“Sometimes,” Riley admitted, “he does have a stick up his ass. Especially about the way I dress, or about other men. I think he’s a little jealous.”

Chix & Dix was a large club split down the middle — one side for male customers and female dancers, the other for female customers and male dancers. “It’s strictly CFNM or CMNF.” I said to Riley. “Clothed female, naked male; or clothed male, naked female.”

As the girls piled out of the limo, I took Riley by the arm and led her in. “Don’t worry, sweetie,” I said. “Even if Connor knew where we are, he couldn’t get in.”

Abbey, our DD sorority sister in charge of the venue for the party, had reserved a room that held 15 to 20 people at small tables surrounding a half-circle stage. By the time everyone was seated and drinks were ordered, the music had been cranked up and Hot Chocolate appeared onstage. He did a few bumps and grinds around the stripper’s pole, then headed straight for our table and bride-to-be Riley.

The girls were breaking up in giggles and laughter as he moved closer and closer to her. Already blushing rosily, she stared wide-eyed at his cock, then quickly downed half her glass of Long Island iced tea.

Grinning seductively, Hot Chocolate suddenly revealed that he was holding a can of whipped cream. With a couple of quick squirts he coated his shaved pubic area with whipped cream, then shook the can and squirted another blob on the end of his dick.

Riley was beet red, with the whipped-cream-coated cock mere inches from her face.

“Lick it! Lick! Lick it!” the women began to chant, clapping rhythmically as Riley stared at Hot Chocolate’s dick. Finally she gave in and leaned forward, then swiped her tongue through the whipped cream around the base of his dick. She leaned back and licked her lips, then to a chorus of cheers leaned forward and licked the blob of whipped cream off the tip, swirling her tongue around the head to capture each drop.

As the dancer moved away, coating his dick with whipped cream for the next woman eager to lick it, I watched his butt dimple provocatively from cheek to cheek. I saw Riley admiring his ass too.

“Wouldn’t you love to grab a handful of that chocolate ass?” I said.

“Makes me wet just thinking about it.”

To my surprise, Riley said, “Me too. My new lace panties are already damp.”

I smiled. Maybe our nervous bachelorette was loosening up a little! I didn’t know if it was the effects of her third drink or the sexual pheromones floating around the room, but she seemed to be getting rid of some of her inhibitions.

The music was throbbing with a steady sexual beat, and two more dancers had come in to perform. One, calling himself Johnny Rocket, danced for about 15 minutes with his “rocket” in a knitted pocket just big enough to cover his dick and balls. As he moved closer, Crystal, one of the wilder girls in the group, leaned forward and pulled the “pocket” off, revealing a dick average in length but as thick as her wrist. Pulling him toward her, she began to give him an expert blowjob. After a few minutes Abbey knelt down beside her to get in a few licks of her own.

The third dancer, calling himself Bronc Buster, was costumed in a Stetson and revealing chaps that covered his waist and thighs but left his dick swinging free. Within minutes free-spirited Marcy had him on his back on the stage, straddling his waist as she rode his dick. He was waving his Stetson in the air and yelling, “Yee-ha!”

Riley was watching the spontaneous orgy with wide-eyed astonishment. “Are you enjoying your bachelorette party?” I asked. Still blushing from her encounter with Hot Chocolate, she said, “I’ve never seen anything like it. Connor would have a fit if he knew.”

“Do you think he’s ever been to a club like this?”

Riley paused before answering, “Probably. But I think he feels it’s different for men.”

I said, “A lot of men have a double standard when it comes to sex. Especially sex like this.” I looked around and smiled at the developing orgy, then caught a waiter’s eye and swirled my finger around the table, ordering another round of drinks.

The waiters were shirtless, wearing tight black pants with red suspenders over their pecs. As he left our table I said, “Now there’s a nice ass.”

“They’re all nice,” Riley said. “And all sexy.”

I smiled. “Does it make you horny, seeing those hunks fucking our friends?”

“If you mean does it make my cunt throb and every nerve in my pussy tingle, then yes. But I promised Connor I wouldn’t have sex with anyone tonight.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m going to be married in a couple of days.”

I said, “That’s the problem. You don’t have much time left to sow your last wild oats.”

“I know,” she said. “Since we’ve been here, I’m wondering if I was too quick to promise Connor. It’s hard not to get turned on.”

looked around. At least half the women were having sex with a waiter or dancer, and the other half were either cheering them on or fingering themselves.

“Yeah,” I said, “I think your promise was premature. And I think your husband-to-be is a prick.”

Riley looked surprised. She blushed. Then her expression turned to anger. “That’s a rotten thing to say about the man I’m going to marry.”

“Well, the man you’re going to marry has a double standard when it comes to fucking and fidelity.”

She gave me a quizzical look.

I was quiet for a moment, then took my phone out of my purse. I switched it on and searched through several photos. I came to one and stopped, then turned the image toward her. She stared, obviously not sure what it was she was seeing. Then she said, “What the fuck!”

I handed her the phone. “It’s from your “no fucking” fiancé’s bachelor party last week. I downloaded the photos from Chuck’s phone.”

“Chuck?”

I grinned. “A friend,” I said. “With benefits.” I added, “Chuck knows Connor.”

Riley studied the photo. “That son of a bitch,” she almost whispered. The photo showed Connor on the bed with a peroxide blonde straddling his waist, his dick obviously in her pussy. Riley swiped her finger across the screen, and another photo appeared, of a brunette on her hands and knees with Connor fucking her doggie-style while Brad, his best man, fucked her face.

Riley studied the pictures for several minutes, then gave the phone back to me. “Maybe these were made some time ago. Before we got engaged.”

“Honey, don’t fool yourself. Look at the date on them. They’re all from Connor’s bachelor party.

Riley took a long swig of her “tea” and asked for the phone again. There were several more photos of Connor and his buddies fucking three or four different women, all in the same hotel room. I suspected the women were professionals.

“I can’t believe this,” Riley said, the edge in her voice growing sharper by the minute. She ordered another drink and gulped it down.

“Slow down, sweetie,” I said. “You can’t get naughty if you’re drunk.”

“Naughty!” she said, turning to me with a pissed-off expression.

“Yes, by God, that’s what I want to be! Very naughty.” She grinned. “Want to get naughty with me?”

I giggled. “Absolutely. But fuck ‘naughty.’ Let’s get come-slut nasty!”

The three Dix dancers were surrounded by Riley’s friends, who were on their knees taking turns sucking dicks. The teasing and giggling had evolved into serious sex. Abbey was lying facedown on the edge of the waist-high stage with her skirt flipped up, revealing her round ass. Her panties were hanging around one ankle, and she was being fucked with hard, steady strokes by Johnny Rocket, grunting in a short burst of pleasure with each thrust. Riley could see almost all of his large dick as he slid it in and out of Abbey. “Jesus,” she said, “that rocket dick must be three or four times as big as Connor’s.”

“Doesn’t Connor have a big dick?”

Riley giggled. “Yeah, about like this.” She held up her forefingers about three inches apart. “And that’s hard.”

I laughed. “You poor girl. I hope he makes up for his shortcomings with a talented tongue.”

Riley paused before answering, “He’s not great. His tongue tends to give up before I’m ready.”

Gave her a sad look. “Honey, are you sure you want to marry this man?”

She shrugged. “He’s nice enough looking, and his family has buckets of money. I could do a lot worse.”

“True, I guess. But it’s not very fair for him to make you promise not to fuck anyone while he’s dipping his dick in a half-dozen skanks.”

“You’re right. By damn, I want to get fucked tonight!”

“It’s only fair. I think we should be as naughty as we can be.”

“I agree. Let’s get Hot Chocolate over here. I’ve never done a black guy.”

I giggled. “Okay, you can do your black man, but first come with me. If we’re going to get really naughty, we have to start at the right place.”

I stood up and took Riley’s hand. She lifted a quizzical eyebrow but stood up and followed me to the back of the room, where a heavy curtain covered a small doorway. I pushed the curtain aside and stepped into a semi-dark hallway.

Tightening her grip on my hand, Riley whispered, “Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.” Another 20 feet down the dark hallway we came to a side door. I rapped on it a couple of times. When no one answered, I opened it and pulled Riley inside. It was a bit lighter, and I saw her anxious look.

We were in a closet-size room, with a plastic stool and no other furniture. Grinning, I said, “This is a glory hole. Just watch.” It was just light enough to see that the two facing walls each had a hole cut in, roughly waist-high, three or four inches in diameter. In the distance the music for the strippers was pounding, and close by we heard moans. I said, “Can you guess what the holes are for?”

“I’ve got a pretty good idea. So what’s next?”

“Stick your fingers through one of the holes to let someone know you’re ready.”

She did, and before she could pull her hand back, a dick came through the hole, semi-erect and getting harder by the second. “Ohmygod!” she exclaimed. She took the dick, now fully erect, in her palm, glanced at me, then started to take the dick in her mouth.

“Wait,” I said. “Take your panties off. It’s more fun when you play with your pussy while you suck.”

Riley took off her wedding panties, and I stripped out of my thong. She sat on the stool, leaned in toward the hole and palmed the dick again. She gave me one last glance, then began giving the disembodied dick a sloppy, wet blowjob. Pausing for a moment to catch her breath, she glanced up at me. I was playing with myself. “This is so fucking nasty, blowing total strangers!” she said, then returned to the anonymous dick, hefting it to lick the balls and underside, then taking it deep in her throat. Meanwhile I was teasing my pussy closer and closer to orgasm.

Suddenly there was a rap-rap-rap on the wall. I whispered, “That means he’s about to come. So back away, open your mouth, and stick out your tongue.”

Almost before I finished, the man began squirting streamers of semen that splattered out to Riley’s cheeks, chin and forehead. I laughed at the mess, then helped her wipe the come off with my forefinger and tongue.

The dick disappeared, but within moments another came through the hole, this one large and black. “Jesus,” Riley said. “I won’t be able to get that thing in my mouth.”

“Sure you can,” I said. “I’ll help.” For the next five minutes we took turns sliding our tongues up and down that big shaft, then sucking on the thick black dickhead.

Riley, like me, was finger-fucking herself the whole time. “This is one hell of a big dick,” she said.

“Maybe you should to try to fuck it,” I suggested, grinning at her astonished look. I took the large dick in my palm and gave it a squeeze, then tapped on the wall. “Hey, homeboy, you want to try a little white pussy?”

“Hell, yeah,” he said.

“Turn around and bend over at the waist,” I said to Riley, grinning.

“And tilt your ass up a little.”

She turned around and spread her legs. She bent at the waist and worked back toward the dick. I reached between her legs to position the dick and hold it steady for penetration. When her pussy reached the head, she pushed back hard, then moaned as several inches slid in her. “Ohh, fuck!” she moaned, then glanced at me, took a deep breath and pressed back until all of the thing was inside her. “Ohmygod, what a big dick!”

I was watching intently, finger-fucking myself while our bachelorette got herself fucked.

Riley began to slide her pussy up and down on the dick, leaning forward and pressing her hands on the opposite wall for leverage. Suddenly a dick came through the empty hole in front of her, tilted up toward her face. Without missing a beat, she leaned forward and began sucking it. There was a rap-rap-rap on the wall behind her, but she kept her pussy in place over the black man’s dick. “Keep fucking me,” she barked. “Make me come.”

I slid the stool into a corner of the booth and sat down, watching Riley get fucked doggie-style by the black dick while she sucked the white cock in front of her. My pussy throbbed.

Riley’s eyes were closed, and her face was scrunched up in an apparent need to come. She reached a hand under her legs and began to frig her clit, faster and faster.

There was a moan from the black man behind her. His dick slid out and shot come all over her bare ass. Then the dick in her mouth began to heave, and I saw her swallow the white guy’s load. Finally, all the orgasms over, she collapsed on the stool with a sigh.

“So, Ms. Bachelorette,” I said. “How did you like your first glory hole?”

Still swirling a fingertip over her clit, she smiled. “It was fantastic. Who knew you could get so nasty with an anonymous stranger’s dick.”

“So did you come?”

With an embarrassed grin she said, “Maybe a little. Maybe I’ll come back sometime and suck and fuck dicks until I get a big one.”

“So you think Connor wouldn’t mind if you wrapped your lips around some anonymous dick?”

The expression on Riley’s face changed. I realized that for a while she’d forgotten about Connor, and her wedding, and the dancers in the club with their hot moves and big dicks.

“Let’s get back to the party,” I said, handing her her panties and slipping back into my thong.

“Yes, we should get back to the party,” she said, smiling.

Back in the main club, we found the party in full swing. Brenda, a middle-school teacher, wearing only her bra and panties, was onstage, sharing a stripper pole with one of the bare-chested waiters.

“She’s good,” I said.

“And sexy,” Riley added.

Just then Brenda dropped to her knees and began to unzip the waiter’s fly. In half a minute his dick was out of his pants and in her mouth.

The other women were in various stages of sexual activity with dancers and waiters. Four or five were completely naked and being fucked in various ways. Watching our friends fucking with total abandon was as arousing to Riley as it was to me. She looked like she was ready to grab the next available dick and ride it to climax.

She’d better have some fun now, I thought. Once she marries that stick-in-the-mud Connor, her sexual adventures will be over. I certainly didn’t see them in a club like Chix & Dix. I glanced at my watch. It was midnight, the end of the dancers’ shift and the hour for presenting Riley her wedding gift.

It took awhile to get the music turned down and shush the squeals and moans of half a dozen women being fucked, but I finally managed. “Sorry to interrupt your orgy,” I said, “but it’s time to give our bride-to-be her gift.”

As planned, two of the girls walked up onstage carrying an obviously heavy box about two feet wide, two feet high and three feet long. It was beautifully wrapped in silver paper tied with silk ribbon. I smiled at the look of surprise on Riley’s face.

The girls said, “Come on up, Riley, and open your present.” Abbey and Brenda escorted her to the stage. In her white lace corset and panties and stockings, she looked sexy as hell.

“Open it! Open it!” The chorus grew louder. “See what you got!”

The featured dancers were gone, and only a couple of waiters stood at the back of the room. A grinning Riley knelt to open her present. “I think it’s too big for a toaster.” The women giggled as she ripped into the silver paper. “And too small for an espresso machine.”

When Riley finally had the box open, Brenda and Abbey lifted the present out. Her quizzical expression said it was an object she’d never seen before. It looked like a small barrel sliced lengthwise in half, with the flat side on the bottom and the curve over the top. A six-inch cone-shaped dildo was attached to the arch, positioned so it would penetrate the rider’s pussy. The base of the dildo was beaded to provide maximum clitoral stimulation. A control panel about five inches square held several knobs.

“It’s a Sybian,” I said, seeing Riley’s blank look. “Do you mean to tell me you’ve never seen one in a porn video?”

“Connor watches porn, but he gets upset if I do.” She looked at the Sybian. “What does it do?”

“Try it out,” Abbey said. “Trust me, you’ll like it.”

“You ride it like a pony,” Brenda said. “Straddle it and sit down.”

Riley, still standing, took a cautious step and straddled the machine. She started to lower herself but stopped. “I’m not good with mechanical things.”

“You can do it, sweetie,” I said. “And believe me, you’ll love it.”

“We need to give her a demonstration,” Abbey said with a sly smile.

“And I volunteer!”

“How generous,” I said with a grin. “But a demonstration’s a good idea. Hop on and show our bachelorette what to look forward to.”

Abbey took Riley’s place and began to lower herself onto the Sybian, guiding the dildo into her pussy. I glanced around. Except for Crystal, who was squealing and moaning through a DP by two waiters, everyone had gathered around to watch Abbey’s demonstration. She continued to settle onto the protruding dildo.

I picked up the control panel, with knobs labeled ON/OFF, SPEED, ROTATE, PULSE, SPIN, IN/OUT, VIBRATION LO/HI.

I grinned at Abbey and said, “You ready to take a ride?”

Abbey, gripping the front of the machine, nodded and I turned the VIBRATE knob. When I’d twisted it barely a quarter-turn, Abbey’s eyes widened and a surprised expression crossed her face. I knew she had a vibrator at home — we all did — but our vibrators and dildos were toys compared with this industrial-strength machine. I slowed it down a little, then sped it up even higher. The hum sounded like an airplane taking off. And we were still nowhere near the advertised 150 rpm.

I turned the ROTATE knob, and Abbey cried, “Ohmygod, this feels incredible! Ohh fuck, I’m going to come!” And gripping the front edge of the Sybian, she came hard — her head tilted back, her eyes scrunched shut, her whole body trembling. I dialed the speed of the machine down, allowing her to catch her breath and get off the Sybian.

Riley was staring wide-eyed at the machine and seemed to be barely breathing. When Abbey, finally able to speak, said, “That was amazing,” Riley chimed in, “It looked pretty amazing. If I could only find a man who could fuck like that.”

“Well,” I said, “the machine’s yours. That’s your wedding present. We all chipped in. You can have an orgasm like that anytime you want.”

Abbey had dismounted and was leaning back against the stripper’s pole, still breathing hard.

“So,” I said, “ready to try out your new fuck buddy?”

“I think so. But let’s start slow, okay?” She sounded nervous but I sensed her excitement.

“Wait,” Brenda said. Opening the box of accessories, she pulled out a silicone dick about eight inches long. “Let’s try a bigger one.” I was sure Riley would protest, but no, she looked even more excited! Brenda swapped in the much larger dick.

Riley straddled the Sybian, spread her legs and lowered herself slowly, her pussy lips glistening, until she was settled on the Sybian with the eight-inch fake dick in her pussy. I pushed the START button. As I slowly increased the speed, Riley began to moan. I kept turning the speed up, closely watching her expression.

“Ohmygod,” she cried, moving her pussy back and forth, fucking the machine so eagerly, I knew she had to be close to climax. I caught her eye and grinned, then turned the machine up to almost maximum. As the hum grew to a buzz, then to the sound of a revving airplane propeller, she closed her eyes and began to wail. “Ohh, fuck! Ohmygod! I’m — going to come! Yes! Now!”

Just before Riley came, I dialed the machine back. She looked at me pleadingly. “Don’t stop!” she begged. “Oh God, keep fucking me!”

I grinned and turned the machine up again, then back down, teasing Riley with varying speeds. Finally I turned the machine up to maximum vibration and watched her come unglued as she gripped the Sybian and screamed through the involuntary contractions of orgasm.

When she finally rolled off the Sybian, she was covered in sweat and was trembling from the intensity of her climax. “So what do you think?” I said.

She was still breathing hard. “I think — I’ve been —fucked into — oblivion — and now I know — what a real orgasm is.”

Brenda giggled. “Pretty nice, isn’t it? Can I take a turn?”

Riley said, “Everyone should.”

For the next hour all of the girls took turns riding Riley’s present, trying out various dick attachments, speeds and positions. At one point Abbey invited one of the waiters up onstage and sucked his throbbing dick while she rode the machine.

When it was my turn, I had a mind-blowing time that eventually blossomed into — what else? — a mind-blowing orgasm. I came back to consciousness with Riley shaking my shoulder and telling me the limo was there to pick us up. It took awhile to get a dozen well-fucked and mostly undressed women back into clothes and into the limo for the ride home.

First we took Riley to her apartment and helped haul her fucking machine up the flight of stairs. As we left, I asked her what she thought Connor would say about her new fuck buddy, pointing out, “It’s not exactly a dildo you can hide in your lingerie drawer.”

“Didn’t you take a ride on this thing?” she asked.

“I did,” I said. “It was fantastic!”

“Then you know why I don’t give a fuck what Connor thinks.”

I giggled and gave her a kiss. “I’m glad you like your present.”

“I liked the glory hole too. How can I thank you for such a party?”

I looked at the Sybian and said, “We’ll figure something out.” As we all said our good-byes to Riley, I was sure I wasn’t the only one thinking of borrowing her new toy.

The next morning I got a call from a pissed off groom-to-be demanding to know where Riley was. “She’s not at her place! She must be with you!” Connor was yelling so loudly, I had to hold the phone away from my ear.

“She’s not here, Connor, I swear. We dropped her off about two, and I haven’t seen her since.”

“Well, I don’t know what you goddamn Dirty Delta bitches did last night, but she sent me an e-mail calling off the wedding! With a photo of her sucking a black guy’s cock!”

“Seriously?” I said.

“Yes, seriously! She says she’s found someone who can satisfy her better, some asshole named Syb. Who is getting the shit kicked out of him when I find the two of them.”

I laughed out loud. “Good luck with that! If I hear from her, I’ll be sure to tell her you called.” He was still ranting when I clicked off.

I spent a few minutes thinking about the wild time we’d had. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down at my computer. In half a minute I was at the website for the most amazing fucking machines ever invented, and five minutes later my cart was loaded with the deluxe variable-speed 150-rpm model with three dick attachments and four clit stimulators.

Delivery would take two weeks, but it was worth the wait. Besides, I had a sorority sister who I knew would be willing to share hers.

With a smile on my face and my pussy already tingling in anticipation, I hit “BUY” and went back to bed. It had been a long night.