Last Gasp 3: Bridal Shower

Beautiful bride-to-be Bella Murdock chatted with around a dozen of her friends.

It was a special day for her. She had finally made the commitment, as evidenced by the sparkling diamond ring on her slender finger.

She was so excited!

Bella was twenty-four years old, about five and half feet tall, slender build, with long glossy black hair and sensuous eyes that held enough passion to satisfy a dozen men. Or perhaps one of me.

“Okay!” Bella said to the assembled gathering of friends and family, all female. “Tell me what you think, but only if it’s positive!”

The gathered women laughed good-naturedly as Bella marched into the sitting room, clad in a long, flowing white gown. “I’m not supposed to wear this except on the big day!” She modeled the wedding gown for her friends.

She filled the dress out nicely: sumptuous breasts, slender legs and a trim waist made a tight, attractive package.

“You look fabulous, Bella,” said her pretty redheaded friend, her face lit up in a wide smile.

“I can’t believe I let you all talk me into this, Gwen!” Bella said. “But I suppose that we have the time. After all, Don won’t be back in town until Friday.”

“Then let’s break out the cake and wine for a toast,” a trim, thirtyish blonde announced, as she lifted her glass. “To Bella and Don: may their lives be full of happiness, children and lots of great sex!” All the women tittered and drank.

Bella took a big gulp and then hurried to get the cake.

While she was gone, her guests started, one by one, to pass out. First her brunette mother, then the thirtyish blonde, and so on until all were asleep.

Bella Murdock staggered back into the sitting room. It stood to reason that she was the last affected. Her excitement coupled with the adrenaline in her system would help her fight the drug. And she had only had a swallow.

In wide-eyed disbelief, she stared at the passed-out guests and lurched for the door. She grasped the doorknob before she succumbed to unconsciousness.

I kicked open the attic door and extricated myself from the hiding place where I had spent most of the morning. I hurried down the stairs into the sitting room.

I quickly locked the doors and pulled the curtains and shades shut.

I had prepared everything meticulously, especially the wine that had been delivered, ostensibly by Don, the out-of-town fiancé.

I smiled as I surveyed the room filled with unconscious women.

It was time for a little me-time.

Nearest to me was the blonde. I touched her hair, caressed her cheek and cupped her chin in my palm. My questing fingers found the suit-jacket and I unbuttoned it and the blouse to expose her fine chest; I playfully squeezed the melons that lay beneath.

Excellent firmness and texture.

Next was an older brunette: fortysomething. I thought it was the bride-to-be’s mother.

I’ll be honest. I have a thing for forty year-old women. They retained just enough of the beauty of youth, and combined it with the experience of a mature woman to create a package I found irresistible.

My pants unzipped and in literally seconds, my cock was out and the brunette had a mouthful of my manhood. I probed her throat for a few more seconds and then moved onto the next woman. In no time, I had sampled, in one way or another, all of the women in the house: asses, breasts, mouths and pussies.

But it was time to get started, now.

One by one, I propped them up on chairs and couches for the big show.

I set my video camera to record and positioned it to catch the entire room of passed out women. I wanted to imagine that I was facefucking the bride in front of all of her friends and relatives.

I pulled the bride to her knees. It was difficult, but I managed to brace her between my knees, with my hands holding her long, luxurious hair. My cock steadied her as it went down her long soft throat, in and out in a piston motion, taking her completely.

Heaven, pure heaven. I was in ecstasy.

I thrust in deep and held myself down the unconscious girl’s throat.