A Cream Pie For Rob - Sex Stories

A Cream Pie For Rob

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“My car won’t start! I’m going to be late for the bachelor party!”

“Don’t worry, Cindy; I’ll give you a ride. It will give us a chance to talk some more. I’ll just call Rob and tell him I’ll be a little late.”

“Thanks so much, Tina; I really appreciate it. I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here.”

I quickly called Rob and told him I was going to be out for a while. I told him what was going on and that I might want to watch her strip and then bring her home afterwards because she wanted to see him masturbate, and he said he couldn’t wait. What the hell else was he going to say to a twenty-one-year-old slut being delivered to his bedroom?

I drove over to her friend’s house, where the party was being held. We pulled up on the street, and she reached over and took hold of my hand.

“Would you mind just coming in with me? I’m a little nervous. I hope that doesn’t sound silly.”

“Not at all, honey; I understand. I’d like to see what this virgin looks like, anyway. Let’s go!”

We got up to the door and knocked. It opened immediately. All seven stood there. My God, how uncool! I’ll bet they had been fighting for the peephole in the door to watch us come up to the house. There was probably more than one virgin in this crowd, I thought.

Looking around, I saw a lot of empty beer cans, and they had a porno movie running on the VCR. One of them saw me look, and he quickly shut it off and blushed. The groom, I presumed.

Cindy introduced me and told ...

... them how I helped her out with a ride-over after her car died. They thanked me and introduced themselves, each one shaking my hand. The oldest one couldn’t have been twenty-five. Together, they looked like a Bible study class. I couldn’t wait to see how they’d react to Cindy gyrating around in a G-string.

One of them asked me if I wanted something to drink, and I grabbed a beer and sat down on the couch to watch the festivities.

They had the groom sit in a chair in the middle of the room, and then they let Cindy take over. She put on some appropriate stripping music that she brought with her and started a slow striptease for him.

The guys quickly got into it and were clapping and laughing at their soon-to-be-married friends’ discomfort.

Cindy got down to her bra and panties, and I could see that the groom was getting a hard-on through his pants.

She pulled off her bra, draped it over his head, and then sat down on his lap to a chorus of catcalls, one of them coming from me. She gently ground her pert little ass against his crotch, and he groaned and tried to push her off.

“What’s the matter? Can't you take a little lap dance before your wedding?” I called out.

He turned bright red, and his friends cracked up. He was trying to push Cindy off, and she kept trying to put his hands on her crotch, laughing and enjoying the whole thing.

Cindy giggled and said, “Tina, how about giving me a hand here? This one doesn’t seem to like girls.”

That really killed ...