I was in an orgy at a friends wedding. [FM]

I went to my friend Morgan’s wedding this weekend. Myself, Kasie and Riley are friends from high school which made up 3/5 of her bridesmaids(I didn’t know the other 2). I had met Morgan’s husband before but never any of his friends.

Anyways, the wedding was all the usual craziness with so many pictures followed by standing around for hours on end. I’ll spare you the boring details and get to the end when the fun starts.

The party was wrapping up but myself, Kasie and Riley were drunkenly flirting with 2 of the groomsmen, Brad and Ryan. I could tell Brad wanted to bend me over the table the whole day and after an afternoon of teasing him, I was gonna give him his fantasy. Without breaking from the conversation with the rest of the group, I started rubbing his inner thigh and crotch. Within a minute I could feel he was throbbing erect and he started to grope me under the table too. Since he was rock hard I knew it was time to tease him one last time.

“Brad, you should invite us all up to your room. There is nothing left to drink now!” I interjected into the conversation out of no where.

I fucked a guy rough and hard at party! [FM]

This story is about one particular party where I was drinking with some friends. Usually guys come up and flirt all night, and eventually something happens where I go away with one of them (or a few, if I’m lucky!) – this one evening, there was one guy in particular who came up to us. He was a heavier-set guy, easily triple my weight. Overweight, clearly had a little bit of muscle on him but a fair bit of fat too. He was flirting with all my friends through the evening, but didn’t seem interested in me at all. I wasn’t super super interested in him either, until I noticed he wasn’t flirting with me.

Eventually, I called him out on it! I wanted to know why he wasn’t flirting with me at all and was flirting with my friends. In a bit of a braggadocios way, he told me that I probably “wouldn’t be able to handle was [he] had in mind”.

Well I just wasn’t having that.

I asked him if he thought I was delicate, and he told me yes. I informed him that I could handle everything that he could throw my way and more. It took a couple rounds back and forth before I convinced him to try, and we made our way back to my dorm room.