Massive Creampie Collection 02

Title: “Bucks Night Bash: A Cum-Drenched Affair”

The bachelor party was in full swing, the air thick with testosterone, booze, and an unspoken anticipation. The groom-to-be, a strapping lad named Chad, was slumped on a couch, his tie askew and eyes glassy from the several shots of whiskey he had downed. His buddies, a motley crew of rowdy dudes, surrounding him, laughing and chatting, the celebratory mood palpable.

Suddenly, a shout went up. “Alright boys, time for the main event!” announced Ryan, the best man and ringleader of the evening. The room fell silent, a hush of anticipation. Chad looked up, a glimmer of confusion in his wine-soaked eyes.

Ryan whistled sharply, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet. A door opened, and a procession of women walked in. There were five of them, their ages ranging from cougar to MILF, a throwing assortment to cater to every taste. They wore lingerie so skimpy, it would make a porn star blush, their plump curves on full display.

The crowd of men hollered, their cheers rising to the rafters. Chad’s jaw dropped open, his eyes wide with surprise and delight. Clearly, Ryan was pulling out all the stops for his friend’s last night of freedom.

The women approached, their hips swaying sensuously, their smiles coquettish. They were led by the ringleader, a tattooed temptress with a mouthwatering ass, her leopard-print thong barely covering her assets. She hovered over Chad, her ample bosom inches from his face.

“Well, well, well,” drawled the cougar in a sultry voice, “aren’t you a lucky boy?” She grabbed a fistful of Chad’s hair, pulling his head back to look at her. “We’re going to show you a night you’ll never forget, baby boy.”

With a wicked grin, she planted a lipstick-red kiss on Chad’s mouth, his hands flying up to rest on heroptioned hips. The other women disrobed the men, whipping off shirts, undoing pants, unbuckling belts with practiced ease.

There must have been a dozen cocks springing free, each one harder than the last. The room was a flurry of groping hands, sloppy kisses, and lewd moans. The women worked the men with the skill of professionals, their mouths and hands intent on stoking the fires until the room was permeated with lust.

Time seemed to slip away, the minutes dissolving into an eternity of debauchery and depravity. The night reached its crescendo, a symphony of grunts and groans, of skin slapping against skin, of bodies coming together in shared ecstasy.

And in the midst of it all was Chad, the groom-to-be, his untouched cock waving like a flag, his concentration zeroed in on the redhead gripping him tightly in her fist, working him with a rhythm as old as time itself.

With a burst of savage masculinity, he grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her back on the couch. His dick slammed into her, no ceremony or preamble, a primal coupling of a man and woman on the edge of their control.

The sight of his dick disappearing into her dripping pussy, her moans of pleasure, was almost too much for Chad to handle. They fucked like animals, in a frenzy of coupling and sweating, until his balls drew tight with impending climax.

With a roar, he pulled out, his cock jerking, spurt after spurt of thick, creamy semen erupting. It covered the woman’s stomach, her breasts, her face, a shocking baptism of cum. The men cheered, their own hands flying over their cocks, pumping and coaxing their own loads to join the puddles already forming.

Chad slumped back, a grin of satisfaction rippling over his face. The wedding was tomorrow, but he had immortalized this night, this debauched celebration of his last days of beens. He had his creampie, his gangbang, a memento of a life well-lived before turning the page to the next chapter.

The video faded out, the lewd scene punctuated by the fading pop of a champagne cork, a bottle of bubbly uncorked to salute the groom-to-be. A cheerful swish of champagne frothing into goblets, clinking of glasses, a chorus of “Glad you could make it to the party, man”, and the screen went dark.

And thus was the night remembered, the mystery of its exact length silenced by the excesses of its excesses. The party, the creampies, the gangbang, teammates or not, all hands on the next plane, never to be repeated. A bachelor party to top them all, a debauched farewell to sing in the canticles of legend.