Testament of a male Maid of Honor who had sex with every Bridesmaid [m/f] part 4 FINAL

The fourth and final installment about true events that happened over three days in June.

My best friend asked me to be her maid of honor despite being a man. In the days leading up to the wedding I had flings with the wedding planner and two fellow bridesmaids (Links Below). This is the true story of how it happened.

As the male maid of honor I planned for everything. I'd never worn this hat before and intended to knock it out of the park. I'd also been treating the entire event like my own personal rumspringa. We weren't quite to the level where I was having some kind of sexual meltdown but I was obviously in uncharted territory. One. Two. Three. Counting in my head while refilling champagne flutes. One. Two. Three. The bridal party scattered amongst the room getting ready. I have had sex with three of the people in the room in the last twenty-four hours. The over dramatic Don Juan act was spinning in my head and it was deafening. What if they all decide they want to have sex with me again, right now? Shut up You fool and keep the bride calm.

The wedding was beautiful, thanks for asking. Four chapters in and I wonder who is out there holding on to find out how the wedding turned out? It was simply gorgeous.

It was late in the evening but the music was still booming. We were miles from another living soul so we just raged in the moonlight. Tales had begun to circulate about various escapades. Not mine, but others. There were close to fifty other people at this wedding and it appears we all well off the deep end. At one point a crowd applauded when they saw Morgan absconding with a groomsmen.

I was sitting at a table alone watching people while sipping from a flask; my gift as maid of honor. Then she came over and sat right next to me. Bridesmaid number three. Sweet Dee, my best friends little sister.

Despite being six years younger than the bride, they both looked quite alike. Dee got pregnant young, this made her fill out her figure earlier. Round breasts tucked into a navy blue dress and an ass that was simply. . . noteworthy. She was rolling hard with a glass that seemed to be 80% Jack and 20% coke. The gaze she shot from across the lawn was pretty unmistakable. Dee wanted to fuck the maid of honor. Still I attempted small talk.

"How's life Dee?"

She shrugged.

"Well I think it all went perfect." Fine I'll just talk at myself.

"How long have I known you?" She says.

That's the angle you're taking Dee? The "remember when I was a kid" route? That's so sketchy. Can't we just agree this would be hot because were wearing matching colors? Gotta make it incestual?

I jest, of course this was going to happen. This conversation just made me laugh. More talking happened but it ended with her saying, "Where is Alexis? My sister said I can stay in the bridal suite tonight. I wonder if she wants to share the bed?"

"The bridal suite? Isn't there a air conditioner in the bridal suite?" (See Chapter 2)

"Yea."

"Well I could use a cool off." And the rest is history!

My best friends sister is undressingd before me. She is standing in the same place where a woman stood naked in front of me the day before. This is fantastic. Dee tits seemed to jump from her dress as if they'd be planning an escape. The bridesmaid dress hit the floor. "You are beautiful." I said.

She blushed, girlishly laughed. I put a hand behind her head and pushed her face into mine and we kissed as I traced the shape of her nipples with my finger. Then I pinched it. Dee's body perked up. My arms wrapped around her and I took in two handfuls of ass and squeezed. Firm, but not too firm. She loved everything being dished out and I was just getting started.

My hands wrapped around Dee's ass as I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. Bold move made better because before she could realize what I'd done I had already pulled her panties aside. My tongue flicked the tip of her clit. Dee gasped. I wrapped my mouth around her labia and began suckling her bits. I love eating pussy. Lapping it up until just when she's really loving it, then slip just the tip of your finger in and swirl it around. Eureka. Panting through clenched teeth and eye shadow beginning to smear. Soon she began to tremble. A quake deep within. Her thighs hugged my head tight. I was relentless. Back arched she squealed long and hard. I released her.

Standing over Dee and she thrashed around on the bedspread in ecstasy, slapping her pussy. I unbuttoned my shirt and undid my belt. The poor thing was still moaning as I pulled down my underwear and stroked myself at the edge of the bed. Dee took attention and crawled to me with what seemed every last ounce of energy in her body. She crawled to me and wrapped her mouth around as much of my dick as she could. Sucking me and staring up with those smeared eyes. My fellow bridesmaid it turns out, had grown up a bit nasty. This evening was going to be quite a blast.

I pulled my penis from her lips and walked away. Simply walked away and sat in an armchair on the opposite side of the room. Half drunk and suffering from a case of too much self esteem, this little power game was great. Dee followed me. Those first steps a bit wobbly and further proof of how well I'd done my job downtown. First she threw a leg on the arm rest and then the other. Hands on my shoulders as she eased herself down onto me. Letting the tip of my cock lightly brush her pussy. Then* bop, bop, bop*. Tiny bounces up and down. Dee was done being played with and wanted to return the gesture. All I had to do was sit there. The muscles in her ass were firm. Glistening in moonlight reflecting through a window. Finally she threw herself down upon me fully and kissed me deeply. Grinding against each other as hard as we could. Then she'd pull back again, giving me long deep thrusts. Letting me feel every inch of the inside of her.

People were beginning to head to their cabins. Bits of conversation could be heard as they passed the windows. Wedding guests being so close but so unaware I had Dee bent over the arm of this chair, my hands firmly planted on each side of her ass, and we were just fucking the bejesus out of each other. In a weekend that was just gorged with sudden erotic escapades, this was my grand slam.

Dee pushed her tits together, lit by moonlight, and let me just shoot all over them.

Okay that last part was a lie. In truth I had been drinking all damn day. I was lucky enough to be able to keep an erection but I wasn't popping any time soon okay? For 72 hours I'd been banging everything that moved! I was probably fucking empty.

And that's my story. The true story of the time I was a maid of honor and slept all the other bridesmaids and the wedding planner. It's really skeevy to be honest, like I had some gross Tucker Max weekend. So instead of waiting until I get drunk and blurt it all out, instead I'd write it all down and hide it on Reddit under a fake name. I hope you enjoyed it. I enjoyed it too. It's one hell of a cross to bare.

The one where I bang a bridesmaid in my car: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3bh9o1/testament_of_a_male_maid_of_honor_who_had_sex/?ref=share&ref_source=link

The one where I bang the wedding planner: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3biw0i/testament_of_a_male_maid_of_honor_who_had_sex/?ref=share&ref_source=link

The one where I fuck a married pregnant bridesmaid: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3bl9wp/testament_of_a_male_maid_of_honor_who_had_sex/?ref=share&ref_source=link

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