Earlier this summer I was the male maid of honor at my best friends wedding. Over the course of the weekend I went on a sexual bender and buggered every bridesmaid and a wedding planner. I wrote about it.
However years before… the bride was the best man in my wedding. A complete clusterfuck of a wedding that luckily never came to fruition. However before it was called off there was a bachelor party in Reno and things got dirty. This is the true story.
Two nights before I left for Reno when I get a text message from Ellen, my best man:
Marianne is out.
Meri is a good friend of ours. The last in a long line of old chums to drop out of this trip. It’s a bummer.
Now it’s just Casey, Micah, my sister, and Hillary…
This is a list of the most boring people on earth and my best man knows it. Family friends, cousins, and her sister who is underage which makes no fucking sense as to why she’s going to Reno at all.
They’ll all be in bed by midnight so we’ll just go out and party together?
I guess…
Or we just stay in the room and fuck?
Speechless, I just stare at the message. I never wrote back. I didn’t talk to Ellen at all until we were both in Reno. Spent two days running scenarios in my head trying to invent a logical reason why she would write that? Was she fucking with me? Ellen and I had been friends for years with nothing between us. Our favorite activity was trying to drink each other under the table, surely sexual frustration would have worked itself out then?
The concept rattled me because it turned me on. This whole wedding was a sham and nobody was more vocal than Ellen. Was it a pity fuck? Was she trying to end the whole thing?
Next I’m at the hotel bar when Ellen walks up and orders a Bulleit straight before acknowledging me. That’s my gal, priorities! She was in strapless dress with a billowy skirt. Her tits barely contained within. Any time before I’d of looked at that dress and thought “good on you” but now all I could think about is “what’s underneath?” I cut to the chase.
“So what is this? Are we having sex?”
“Do you want to?” she said without flinching.
Insert dead air here.
“When? Where?” And now I am actively making sex plans with my best man.
She smiled at me, a devilish grin, one I’d seen pointed at others. It’s the grin Ellen gave before she would fuck someone behind a dumpster or against a tree. It was her way of telling a guy that she was capable of anything. Before we can say anything else Dee walks up with a bored look on her face. She’s only 19 and only here to pad the numbers.I only bring her up to so I can link to the story about me fucking here four years from now. wink!
Dinner went exactly as Ellen had planned. This group is made up of family friends and my fiance’s step-brother. It’s a sad shit show. They start with a round of whisky shots which is pure amateur hour. By the time food arrives they are all just a bunch of sluring idiots with no concept of indoor voice. Yet I didn’t mind so much. I just looked to my phone and the filthy conversation I was having in secret with the other end of the table.
Can I cum on your tits?
Yes.
Can I cum on your face?
No.
Can I fuck you in the ass?
Maybe if you’re nice.
But first I have to get rid of all these fucking people! These nice folks who flew to Reno just for me and now I’m trying to ditch them to go fuck my best friend. Can’t believe this wedding didn’t work out huh? Luckily most were suburbanites who really just wanted to call home and watch tv in the room. The step-brother wanted to go play games on his laptop since his plane landed. And poor Dee was too young to join her sister and I at the fake club we said we were going to. Soon we were in the elevator alone.
I hit the button for the twelth floor. Ellen stood there smiling at me. I knew this look too, this meant what have you got? I took Ellen by her tiny shoulders and spun her around pushing her against the wall then put my hand just under her hip and eased her back until she was popping her ass. Pulled back the skirt revealing her soft white cheeks and ran my finger down her thong before pulling it out of the way. She was so wet, I could smell her wetness, it was palpable and sweet. Ellen was so wet I easily slipped two fingers right inside her. Pushed my fingers deep before pulling them out and rubbing her clit as fast as I could.
DING! Were anyone standing there waiting on the other side they would have seen nothing. They would have smelled pussy like a champ but would have seen seen nothing but a young couple exit and gracefully make their way down the hall.
We’re back in the room and I once again have Ellen’s skirt up. The panties are gone. I’m squeezing her ass and slipping fingers inside her while she massages my cock with her tongue. The long standing reputation she’s has as a moaner is proving itself to be quite true and I can feel her moans, vibrating my shaft. Now I’m just finger fucking her as hard as I can and it seems to be exactly what she wants. Finally I lean back against the wall and look down at Ellen, sprawled out upon the bed with her head bobbing slowing back and forth..
She looks up at me. Smiling while flicking me with the tip of her tongue, giving it kisses. Her body rolls over as she continues to lick the bottom of my shaft. I yank her top down and grab her tits with both hands it turns out to not be enough hand for such a task. Her back arches and somehow Ellen takes my entire cock in her mouth with upside down. I freeze, thinking I could break her neck if I move wrong but her hands guide my hips. I’m throat fucking the bride to be. It was a position I’d never attempted before and as the writing of this, something I’d never done again. Squeezing these tits as she motions me to fuck her face.
It’s too much! I pull back lean against the wall next to the bed nearly gasping for air. Ellen quickly pops up and sits in front of me, we lock eyes and just laugh. She is the most sexual being I have ever seen. Dear god how have we never done this before? She rocks her body back and forth in front of me holding her magnificent breasts. “What do you want?” she asks and now I laugh so hard I lose my breath. But only for a moment, “I want to rub my dick between your tits.” And she lays back on the bed and I mount her.
My hands are on the headboard. Eyes locked with Ellen. She not only has her tits shoved together, she’s also pinching her nipples raw. The voracity and skill displayed in making my cock and her chest nice and slick has me in awe. You can never really know someone until you tittyfuck them. It feels amazing. I am now actively trying to slow myself, physically and mentally, because I am having too much damn fun. Then Ellen starts talking at me.
“We’re gonna fuck all weekend.”
“I want to fuck you all over this room.”
“You’re gonna fuck me in the ass.”
And I was just finished. Nope! No man is that strong. I keep pumping as a pearly river begins to flow from between Ellen’s breasts.Her hand wraps around my shaft and gently squeezes. My body begins to relax and that’s when it hits me…
I’m getting married and I just came all over my best friend's chest.
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3eexkd/testament_of_how_i_spent_my_bachelor_party
Bravo, looking forward to part 2.
Thank you for reading.
Having lived in Portland for awhile, I find your stories particularly amusing.
This story is all over the place… A bachelor party in Reno with nothing but girls? And at one point you said "I’m throat fucking the bride to be. "
Did you read his other stories? The bachelor party in Reno with all girls seems par for the course for this group of friends. The "bride to be" line is an inconsistency though.
Yeah I don’t buy them anymore. Still great though.
Thanks for the catch! I honestly prefer Reno to Vegas or even Laughlin. More of that old Vegas vibe and vastly cheaper. Only three girls were there. There would have been more but many of my closest friends were boycotting anything to do with the wedding.
I am glad you enjoy them. Keep reading and I’ll keep writing.
I had a draft where I tried to swap the entire situation. A lot of things get swapped in these stories so there isn’t a blatant arrow pointing at me. It didn’t work. This was bad editing on my part.
Nice. I need to go back and read your other stories.
Please do! I hope this serves as a kind of prequel.
Mooooooooore!
This is kind of disappointing, though. The best thing about /r/gonewildstories (as opposed to erotic fiction) is the authenticity. I get changing names and stuff like that, but when you’re switching from her being the bride, to you as the groom and her as the "best man," that is a completely different story. It erodes the authenticity of your writing, which dating back to your previous stories, I have really enjoyed.
Dear friends, The stories posted are my own. The names have been changed and only names. The bit of bad editing is the result of my own ill attempts to mold a story. Why? Because this story aside from a bit of eroticism is one about the absolute crumbling of my relationship and actually a rather dark period in my life. And some details point a giant arrow at me to even unsuspecting acquaintances. So I tried swapping the roles. Maybe making it a batchelorette party, an earlier marriage, would make it more fun to me to write. Totally wrong. Not even a bit. This is my biographical erotica and not my biography. And the sex was fantastic! I apologize to you because I know how much the veil of authenticity means. No matter now thin, I read this stuff and the veil is often very very thin. There’s no going back so all I can say is please stick with me because I have so many fun stories. After that I have other people’s stories! This is my testament.
Heyyyyy I’m from Reno!
wait, so were u married when you were the maid of honor?
No. That wedding was called of 22 days before it was to happen. Have not attempted marriage again.