Ryan--an old college boyfriend`

A memory pops into your mind when you scroll past Ryan's name in your contacts list. He was on the football team in college and was a work hard, play hard, fuck hard kind of guy. He also loved to throw big house parties. In fact, it was at one of his parties where you met Dave. You had dated Ryan for a while before that, but as good as he was in the sack he just wasn't boyfriend material. You both agreed to stay friends and would even have sex on occasion, but you haven't seen him since your wedding day. Dave had asked him to be his best man since the two of you likely wouldn't have gotten married or even had a proper date if Ryan hadn't given him your phone number. Of course Dave didn't know a little agreement you had made with Ryan back in your college days. You promised him that, if you were ever to marry someone else, he would be the last person to fuck you before you walked down the aisle. He promised you the same thing if he ever got married, but you already knew by then that he wasn't the settling-down type.

So there you were five years ago, in your wedding dress getting ready to walk down the aisle, and Ryan comes to collect on your agreement.

"Are you serious?" you remember asking him in disbelief. You were still nursing a wicked hangover from your bachelorette party the night before, not to mention how sore your pussy was from the three male strippers.

"Does this look serious enough to you?" he responded as he pulled out his meaty dick in front of you, your sister Diane who was the maid of honor, and the three other bride's maids who had just finished helping you get into your wedding dress. He knew he had you at that moment. There was something about his dick that you were never able to resist. Once you saw it, you had to have it.

"Dammit, Ryan! Fine, but I'm not getting out of this dress for you. Ladies, help?" You directed the bride's maids to sit you back in the chair. One girl held the chair steady, one girl held up the bottom of your dress, and one girl held onto you to keep you steady. "Diane, you're my lookout."

"How come I'm always the lookout, sis?" she whined. Diane always wanted to watch, but you took perverse pleasure in never letting her while making sure she could hear everything.

"Because you always get off just fine when you listen through the door."

"Well, yes, but that's not the point. The point is..."

"The point is it's my wedding day and I need you to make sure no one sees the best man burying himself balls-deep into the bride. Now go be my lookout!"

That shut her up. She shot you a silent glare, but did her sisterly duty all the same and went to stand guard outside the door.

Ryan always fucked like a beast, but that day he fucked you like a ravenous beast. He knew this may be the last chance he ever got to be inside you, so he was making it count.

"Oh! Oh! Oopfh! Ah! AH! AAAH!"

RIP!

"Shit!" You felt a sudden tug as your lacy white panties snagged on a hook from Ryan's fly. Ryan was pounding you so hard that they ripped to shreds in a single thrust. In an odd moment of clarity considering the circumstances, you remembered that Diane was wearing matching panties and sent one of the bride's maids to tell her you needed to borrow them. A few seconds later, Diane came storming in.

"What do you mean you need to borrow my panties? Can't you just go without or borrow one of the other bride's maids' panties?"

"I'm not about to flash everyone when Dave takes off my garter. Plus, none of their panties match mine, and Dave already knows what they look like."

"But what if someone notices I'm not wearing any panties? What do I tell them?"

You couldn't believe the nerve of your sister. Here you were, trying not to get caught having your brains fucked out by the best man at your own wedding day, and all she could think about was herself.

"I don't care! Make something up. Tell them you lost a bet."

"Suzy! Dave is trying to find you, and he looks pretty determined," one of the bride's maids said in a panicked voice.

"Ugh, fine!" Diane shuffled out of her panties and threw them at you. "Here, but I want them back. Those were expensive."

The panties hit your skin with a splat. They were warm and wet. Obviously, Diane was getting off from listening to you and Ryan through the door when she was supposed to be on lookout duty. You made a disgusted face at your sister, but she just grinned with smug satisfaction.

"Go distract Dave. Keep him occupied long enough for us to finish, then Ryan will come find you. Got it, Diane?"

"Distract him how? How much longer is that going to take?"

"Not much longer," you said with a bit of edge in your voice directed as much to Ryan as it was to Diane. "Figure something out. Flash him for all I care. Just don't fuck him, okay?"

"I make no promises," Diane teased with an impish grin before running off to catch Dave before he walks in on you.

After that, Ryan fucked you like a porno on fast forward. You were about to tell him to get one of the bride's maids to finish him off, but he was too quick and finished inside you instead. Annoyed and beyond sore but definitely over your hangover, you told him to go find Dave and send Diane back while the bride's maids helped you clean up. One of them was sucking the last drops of jizz out of your snatch when your sister finally arrived.

"Good, you're back. Now, help me get into these panties and get your make-up fixed. It's all smeared on one side."

That was the last time you ever saw Ryan. Dave kept in touch with him for another year or so, but eventually they fell out of touch too. As you wait for the elevator to take you down to the hotel lobby, you decide to give your old friend a call.