You know the saying, “Once a bride's maid, always a bride's maid?” Well that’s me, once again I have been asked to be a bride's maid for one of my girlfriends. Just hours after she was engaged to her longtime boyfriend, Brandon, she called me and told me the big news and said “Julie, You are like the sister I never had, will you please be my bride's maid?” I glanced over at my closet where 10 hideous bride's maids dresses hung after being worn just once and sighed, knowing one more was about to be added as I accepted the invitation.

Whitney had been spending a lot of time in the gym getting fit for her wedding dress and the honeymoon trip to the Caribbean. While working out, she met this hot muscular man she had spotted there one day. He was a little younger than her but he was built and kept hitting on Whitney relentlessly. He offered to take her to Atlantic City for the weekend.

She pushed and prodded her fiancé Brandon that they each should have one last wild weekend apart before they got married. Brandon disliked the idea but Whitney was pushy and always got her way. She told Brandon that this was his last chance to sow his wild oats, but she knew Brandon wasn’t like that and that he was just too laid back to even consider doing anything like that. Personally, I thought Whitney was being a selfish whore and a slut for cheating on Brandon like this.
Friday night she was off for Atlantic City for a weekend romp with the gym stud who was all too happy to take her away for a weekend of fucking. Brandon on the other hand was truly in love with Whitney. Instead of going out to the bars here in Allentown, Pennsylvania with his buddies and getting drunk and acting stupid he stayed home. That is where I come into the picture.

Even though I am Whitney’s best friend I hated the way she treated Brandon, running off to fuck some stranger she hardly knew two weeks before their wedding, I felt sorry for him. I had always liked Brandon and admit to having a bit of a crush on him. Friday night I got dressed up real sexy in this tight little blue dress. It barely covered my ass and the top was tight enough to make my ample C cup tits stick out perfectly. Wearing a half demi bra and a crotch less thong, I decided to head over to Brandon’s apartment and teach Whitney a small lesson.

I arrived around seven thirty and saw that the poor boy had been sitting in his pajamas all alone watching the end of a movie. He seemed happy to see me as I asked him if he would mind if we hung out tonight since we had both been abondoned by Whitney. He couldn’t take his eyes off me as he stuttered his reply, “S-sure J-julie, c’mon in.” We made ourselves comfortable and chatted for a while and then decided to order some Chinese food and then began to watch the move, Dreamgirls.

He asked me what Whitney was up to and I told him the she had gone to Atlantic City with some of her girlfriends but I had to work tomorrow afternoon so I couldn’t go. Yeah, I lied to the poor guy, I couldn’t tell him that Whitney probably had her legs high in the air with some guy from the gym fucking the shit out of her!

Anyway…as I was saying, Brandon and I sat around talking and watched the movie, drinking a few beers, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. After the movie ended, I grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels. I came to the section of porn channels I slowed down to watch the action. I finally stopped at a movie that was called something like “White Sluts” or “Sluts ?” something or other. At any rate, there were several girls getting fucked by a group of men, moaning and totally enjoying it. I suggested, “Why don’t we watch a porno?” Brandon turned red and replied nonchalontly, “Sure!”

I peered over at Brandon and could see a tent forming in his pajama bottoms. About another twenty minutes or so of watching the gangbang, my pussy was dripping. I told Brandon I needed to go pee, got up and left for the restroom. As I sat and released my full bladder, my mind went from the fucking on the TV to Whitney fucking that man from the gym. I reached down and pressed my fingers to my clit while I sat on the toilet, rubbing and pulling it while I thought about that buldge in Brandon’s pajamas. After I wiped my dripping pussy, I stood up and I let my dress slip off my shoulders an stepped out of my panties. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. I gripped and adjusted my tits and I walked out into the living room wearing nothing but my heels.

As I walked around to the front of the couch, Brandon was rubbing his stiff cock through his pajamas. He shifted to hide his actions when he heard me near him but when he looked up his eyes widened and smiled. I stepped up to him climbing onto the couch on my knees straddling him, I kissed him deeply; his tongue darted into my mouth instantly. His hands found my ass as we continued to kiss. I rocked back and forth as he kneaded my ass, rubbing my pussy against his hardened dick. It felt so good against my pussy.

My juices were flowing; my nipples were hard as rocks. I grabbed him by the neck, still kissing him and rolled onto my back in the couch. His mouth left my lips and went for my tits. His tongue set me on fire. My fingers worked at his pajama’s searching for his dick, my hand pushed them dwn over the back of his ass. His hard dick prevented the elastic in front from coming down. Brandon raised up on his knees and pushed his pajamas to his knees, then his face was in my crotch, his tongue searched for my soaking pussy.

The moment his tongue touched my clit, I screamed as my orgasm rocked my pussy. My juices began to flow even harder. His tongue probed my pussy deep and skillfully as he worked his pajamas further down his legs until the were laying on the floor. My fingers were twisting and pulling on my nipples, my legs were spread with one leg up the back of the couch and the other against his coffee table.. He looked at me, smiling, he climbed up and sucked my stiff hard nipple into his mouth. The tip of his dick found the slick entrance of my aching wet pussy, with a couple of gentle thrusts of his hips he was sinking in until I felt his balls resting on the crack of my ass.

Biting my tit, he grabbed my legs and pushed them up until my knees pressed against my shoulders. Brandon began to fuck me, slamming his dick into me deep and hard. Filling me, his dick spread my pussy wide. His pubic hair rubbed against my clit and his balls slapped my ass. He fucked me over and over again with long hard strokes. God he felt so good.

I rocked against his thrusts and my second orgasm rocked my body. He moaned into my ear, “Oh god yes! I am going to fuck you as hard as I am sure some stranger is fucking Whitney right now!” Burrying his dick deep in my pussy he moaned loudly as his cum splashed into the depths of my pussy, filling it with that warm slick cream. He continued to fuck me until he slipped free.

We lay there panting and sweaty, as reached for our beers I told him, “We should take this to the bedroom.” My pussy must have filled me good because as we walked hand in hand up to his bedroom, his warm cum trickled down my inner thighs all the way down to my ankles. Brandon was still limp when we got to the bed but that was no problem for me. I pushed him into the center of the bed and began to suck his limp dick, coated with our combined cum. It tasted so delicious, I was hungry for more.

My tongue worked his dick head as my lips massaged the length of his shaft. Mmmm, I thought to myself as his dick stiffened, filling my mouth and throat. Within moments, he was rock hard again and my pussy was throbbing and ready. I climbed up his body, straddling him I rubbed the tip against my pussy. I slowly lowered myself taking him deep into me. I sat there and rocked on his dick in a slow back and forth motion rubbing my clit against the base of his dick while his finger pinched my tits. Feeling his fingers on my breasts made my pussy hotter and I began to fuck and rock against his dick harder.

My pussy was throbbing inside and I began to bounce up and down on his dick, trying to get it further into my pussy. His hands cupping my ass and he began to thrust up meeting my grinding. Feeling his dick swell inside me, my pussy squeezed tight as I began to cum again. Still thrusting up into my pussy, Brandon groaned as his cum began to fill me once again. Both our orgasms were intense and I collapsed on top of his chest with his dick still planted deep in my pussy until we both passed out.

I awoke some time in the middle of the night to the feeling his dick swelling in my pussy. Feeling me wake, he rolled me over onto my back and once again began to fuck me hard with long deep strokes. It was not long before his pace picked up and he was slamming his dick into me harder and faster. With one last grunt, he filled my pussy again. He rolled over and collapsed onto his back, pulling the covers over me we slept until the morning light woke us up. I got up and got dressed to go home so I could get ready to go to work; we both agreed that Whitney should never find out about what happened that night.

During the two weeks before the wedding, I never got another chance to see Brandon again. Whitney had told me all the gory details about her weekend in Atlantic City and how she was bored to death the whole time with the stud’s little dick abd how not once did he even go down on her. Whitney and Brandon’s wedding finally arrived and the ceremony was beautiful. At one point during their vows, I caust Brandon glance over Whitney’s veil to me and gave me a soft wink. I had to look away or I would start to blush and get wet thinking about us that night. With all the people and the excitement of the day, Brandon and I never got a chance to talk but later that night at the dance, we had one long slow dance during the dollar dance. As we swayed around the room he whispered into my ear that some day soon he would love to get together again.