Testament of a male Maid of Honor who had sex with every Bridesmaid [m/f] part 1

Below is the testament of true events that happened over three days in June.

How did I end up the male Maid of Honor in a wedding? That's a decades worth of stories. How did I end up sleeping with each of the other bridesmaids over the course of the wedding? I honestly don't know. It just sorta happened.

My first job was to pick up Morgan at the airport. We were both old friends of the bride though we ran in different circles. Friends but not close friends. Morgan was the wild one, tall and slender and two drinks away from being absolute trouble. When we were young she kept a stable of men and would triumphantly proclaim that she simply did not sleep alone. I admired her but always kept distance.

Alright let's get to the dirty stuff. I pick her up, we exchange pleasantries, she's hungry, it's my town so where is the best grub? "Well funny thing, you know the best steakhouse in Portland is also a strip club?" True, look it up. Next thing we're eating steaks while getting a private show at 11:00am. We're swapping stories of sexual escapades. Having a few drinks. The dancers think Morgan's just the cutest thing. Was this planned? No. Yes. Let's go to the car.

The doors shut and my fellow bridesmaid leans over and plants one right on the lips. "So that pretty much made really horny." Oh Morgan, you never change. Twenty minuets later we're parked in a isolated nook amongst some trees. I'm sprawled out in the trunk area of my SUV with Morgan's skinny legs on either side of me. Summer dress hiked up, head casually knocking against the roof light, and riding me like a champ.

Morgan wasn't the kid of lady engaged in sex moves that looked cool or where for some form of aesthetic value. She was a girl who liked to cum and knew how make that happen. I was only so happy to oblige. Her hips took long sweeping strokes. She would bob herself upon just the tip of my dick, reveling in the way I slid in ever so tightly. I'd yanked down the front of her dress and was sucking on one nipple while pinching the other. Round dark nipples. One arm forcefully wrapped itself around my head as she slapped herself against me faster and harder. Her pussy tightened up. The thrusts turned into a deep intense grind and the muscles seized all over her body. "Oh. God. Fuck." and my fellow bridesmaid came all over my cock.

After she regained her senses she leaned in and looked me directly in the eyes. We smiled. This was super dirty stuff and we knew it. She took my cock out of her but never broke that stare. It grew intense. She was now stroking me, hand up and down my dick that was just sopping with her juices. More eyes! Her hand holding my head in place while the other stroked me. "Cum for me" she whispers. The other side of Morgan had come out to play. She was going to make me cum and make it a power trip for her. And it totally worked! I begin to cum like mad. She slows her stroke and then gently squeezes my cock.

Then she licked her hand clean! That's a lie. I pulled a shirt from my bag, like ya do. This actually happened and it was absurd. I'd known this woman for years and never once did we give each other the time of day. Perhaps something was in the air? The drive to the venue was full of laughs and catching up. Two old friends who were never quite close, who decided to hit a strip club and fuck each other one day on the way to a wedding. Tomorrow would be crazier.

To be continued…

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