I staggered into the flat and dropped my bags onto the floor, leaning back against the door my legs were like jelly. There was a roaring sound as the blood pounded in my head. I felt dizzy and sick and more turned on than I had ever been before in my life. Closing my eyes I could still feel his hands on me, taste his lips, and smell his aftershave. I don’t know how long I stood there in my rapture – seconds, minuets, hours, I don’t know – but suddenly I knew what I needed and I lurched towards the bedroom pulling my clothes off along the way. Blouse and bra were soon gone, my skirt I just pulled up so I could get my sodden knickers off as my shaking hands found my other Brian, my plastic surrogate Brian. Flopping back onto the bed I spread my legs obscenely wide and with two hands buried ‘Brian’ deep inside my dripping cunt. As a titanic orgasm broke over me I almost believed that it was the real Brian stretching me, thrusting and twisting remorselessly inside me, I could almost feel his breath on my face, feel his heart beating against mine, feel his skin getting slick with sweat as he fucked me. A second orgasm followed the first and I was on autopilot as I turned the toy to it’s highest setting, feeling the thrusting and twisting turning my pussy to jelly as I clamped my thighs tight around it and began pulling and twisting my throbbing nipples, my mind racing as I thought of all the things we would do together. At some point I must have turned off “Brian” and fallen asleep, because waking with a start a while later the sun had gone down and I was lying naked on my bed. In my half awake state I almost believed for a second that the real Brian had been there with me, that the wet patch was our fluids, not just mine. Then I felt the toy snuggled up against my thigh and I remembered what had happened. With a deep sigh I got up and went to the bathroom, used the loo and thought about having a shower. Even though it had only been his hands that had touched me I didn’t want the memory to fade too quickly so I just wrapped myself in my soft white robe and went into the kitchen where I poured myself a huge glass of wine before snuggling down onto my sofa. As I sipped my wine and reflected on the day I knew I was going to have the real Brian’s cock soon or die in the attempt. My mobile was lying on the floor along with most of the contents of my handbag, cast Big Boobs aside in my haste to get to the bedroom and I could see that there was a message. It was from Claire thanking me for all my help with her shopping and reminding me that there was only one week to go and that she would see me again on Wednesday for drinks along with her other close friends. And then it struck me. If there was one night when Claire would be out of the way and wouldn’t ask where Brian was it would be on Thursday, he was doing exactly the same with his friends. Quickly flicking through my contacts I stockings found the number I was looking for. Wes was Brian’s best mate and best man and had organised the stag weekend they had spent in Amsterdam. He had told me that they would still be having a ‘bit of a party’ in the week before the wedding in Brian’s local as “It’s traditional, and anyway, any excuse!” I had met Wes quite a babe few times and he was very similar to Brian, in both looks and personality. If Brian was a ‘10’ then Wes was an ‘8’ going on for ‘9’ and I felt sure that he would leap at the suggestion I was going to make. He answered after a couple of rings and after the usual pleasantries I asked about Thursday night. He said that it was going to be fairly quiet, just half a dozen of them having a few beers and them maybe going for a curry. I said that I thought that Brian deserved a little more on his last night of freedom. Wes was a little put out by this and started to sound defensive, explaining that they had been to Amsterdam and that it was work the next day etc… “Anyway, have you got any better ideas then?” he asked “How about a stripper?” I said Wes laughed “Oh he’d love that but Claire would go mad if she found out!” “She doesn’t have to find out.” I said “There are only a few of you, all close mates and I know that The George (Brian’s Solo local) has a small function room upstairs, you could use that.” There was a silence before he conceded that it was possible and that it would be a great surprise and that Brian would love it. Then the obvious objection. “Where am I going to get a stripper at such short notice, it would have to be someone decent, not some desperate housewife lingerie toping up her bingo money.” I then took the deepest breath I have ever taken before saying, as casually as I could “I’ll do it.” “You!” he exploded. “You’ll do it? Really? Come off it Stella, you don’t strip in your spare time do you?” “No, but as it’s such a special occasion I would. I have always wanted to do it so for one night only I’m offering you Stella the stripper. Heather’s panties were quickly yanked to her knees as she fought to maintain her balance. Lil was developing an obsession herself. As we kissed, her tongue ran over my lips, and my mouth opened, allowing her access. She was enjoying Big Boobs the bit of control that she had, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. My name is Ellie and if I had to describe myself . . . Again that youth thing. We enjoyed the sunset from our room and then slept like logs after such a busy day. I joked about the men in the family not being men enough to dare to deliver the carpet and it seemed Frank and Lauri believed in the story. "No, I really mean it." I haven't ever seen anything like this before . . .although I know my brother has . Solo . . God damn Kathy, I am so fucking wet and horny right now from looking at those I almost came. Poor regions like ours have very few doctors of their own. What a freaking day. It crashed into the seat of the boy in front of her, and he turned around. “Hey, Sam.” Rhea flashed me a thumbs up. I’ve always called them Sandra and Sal as a result. Michael led her back to the group. She stockings had never felt sexier or hornier in her life. Two men got out of their car. Now I wondered if she was imagining Lucy giving her this pleasure. Lisa groaned, arching her back, surging backwards with trembling hips to enhance the effort. After about ten minutes babe of cutting and clipping Lisa ordered Mary to look in the mirror. She bit her lip hard to stifle her sounds; the fast intake of her breaths, the involuntary squeaks from her nostrils that threatened to alarm her daughter, and to keep from moaning out loud throughout her orgasm. Then I drove home. Their tone shifted from a deep purple to a cerulean blue, depending on how the light had caught them. Andy paid him and told her to get dressed and took her back to his place and made her undress and went and made them their tea after which she washed the dishes and then sat down on the floor to watch TV. “You said no hot bread in your cunt so I sent Silv on a special trip to the freezer to get you some cold dough lingerie and here you are complaining again!”