My best friend and her fiancé issued one another free passes for their bachelor and bachelorette parties.

One last wild weekend of debauchery before walking down the aisle.

As maid of honor, it was my job to fulfill the bride’s every wish. When she expressed interest in a guy at the club we went to on our first night out, I acted as a go-between and got them together on the dance floor. Later on, I walked back to our table and found Sheila’s head bobbing enthusiastically in his lap. She was kneeling on the leather banquette and upon further inspection, I could see her partner’s fingers pumping into her pussy. Sheila had opted to go commando that evening, giving her date easy access and me an eyeful.

They seemed to be having a good enough time on their own, so after landing a playful swat on Sheila’s ass I headed back to the dance floor.

Later that evening, Sheila fell into our cab with a woman the rest of us hadn’t met. When her new friend pulled down the top of Sheila’s dress to expose her breasts, one of the other bridesmaids entered into the fray. She leaned over and sucked Sheila’s nipple into her mouth, beckoning the other girl to do the same on the other side. They both suckled on Sheila until the cab pulled to a stop in front of our hotel.

During our ride in the elevator, the new girl ducked beneath the hem of Sheila’s dress and started eating her out. I learned that her name is Amber when Sheila screamed it.

We had a bit of the ride to the top floor where our suite was, so this time I decided to join. I rolled down the top of Sheila’s dress and palmed her breasts. Every time her hips hitched due to Amber’s work down below, I pinched Sheila’s nipples. Now it was my name falling from Sheila’s lips.

When the elevator doors opened on our floor, we covered Sheila enough to get her across the hall. Once we got inside the suite, Amber was first at the bar. She mixed up a bunch of fruity pink shots and we all toasted the bride-to-be.

After a couple more rounds of shots, Sheila bounded into the pile of pillows that littered the sunken living-room floor. Following her lead, the rest of us abandoned our drinks and joined her on the floor.

By the time the rest of us settled in, Sheila had already taken off most of her clothes. She eyed us all expectantly, making it clear that she wanted us to shuck our clothing as well.

Sheila reclined on the pile of pillows like a royal, watching us intently as we all tossed our clothes to the side.

Amber was the first to move toward Sheila. She stroked the sensitive underside of Sheila’s arms, causing her to writhe and twitch.

Aiming to keep Sheila steady, Megan and Lisa moved to her ankles. They massaged her calves and slowly made their way up her thighs. The closer their hands got to Sheila’s vagina, the more restless she became. Her hips lifted off the floor, presenting her pussy as though trying to implore one of us to give it some attention.

While the other girls massaged Sheila’s limbs, I kneeled behind Sheila’s shoulders and leaned over to place my hands over her breasts. Her pert little mounds fell to the side, leaving a clear path from her cleavage all the way down to her pussy. I slowly stroked the sensitive skin, enjoying the pinkish-red hue that colored her skin as I continued to rub.

It seemed there were hands on every bit of Sheila’s body but her pussy at this point. Her arms, legs, and breasts were all well attended-to.

A wet spot appeared on the blanket that bunched between Sheila’s thighs. Although her arms and legs were restrained, Sheila still managed to move her hips, wiping her arousal all over the light cotton throw.

“It looks like Sheila’s ready to take someone between her legs,” Megan said. “Whose mouth do you want, Sheila? Mine? Amber’s?”

Sheila’s eyes fluttered open. Tilting her head back, she looked up at me and said, “I want you, Lisa.”

Who am I to refuse the bride?

I moved away from Sheila’s shoulders, leaving Amber to take over massaging Sheila’s breasts. When I nestled between Sheila’s legs, I found the wet spot on the blanket was nothing compared to what collected within Sheila’s slit. Arousal was positively seeping out of the girl. The clear, slippery liquid coated her folds and seeped into her ass crack. Even the inside of her thighs glistened with wetness.

That just wouldn’t do. Like a good little maid of honor, I set to work cleaning Sheila up — with my tongue, of course. I started my laving over her thighs, wiping every last bit of the tangy juice off of her legs.

Then I moved closer to her slit and trailed my tongue along either side of her labia. The warm, fleshy folds were soft to the touch, all but begging to be devoured. I sucked her plump lips into my mouth and worked my jaw to massage them.

Much to my delight, more delicious pre-come spilled from Sheila’s center. I turned my attention to Sheila’s vagina, intent to lap up those juices before they had a chance to spread. I swirled my tongue around her hole, then I sealed my lips around it and sucked.

Sweet nectar spouted into my mouth and coated my tongue. The more I sucked, the harder Sheila’s hips bucked against me.

When her movements grew a bit too wild, Megan and Lisa stepped in. They placed their hands on Sheila’s hips, pushing them back down onto the floor. As if that wasn’t enough to drive Sheila wild, they both began to stroke the sensitive skin stretching between her belly and her sex.

Though Sheila continued to twitch, she didn’t have the power to break free from Megan and Lisa. Instead, Sheila had no choice but to succumb to our wishes.

Keeping Sheila still opened a world of possibilities for me. Now that I didn’t have to follow her slit up and down, I was free to sample her sex however I pleased. First I swept my tongue between her folds. I licked her up and down and side to side, pulling her lips wider with every pass.

Slowly, I found my way to Sheila’s clit. I pressed the flat of my tongue to the nub and kneaded the sensitive little bundle of nerves.

This time when Sheila tried to lift her hips, she succeeded in breaking free from Megan and Lisa. She pressed herself against me, working her hips against my mouth to set her own rhythm.

Sensing that Sheila was looking for a little something more, I slipped a few fingers inside her, spreading her walls wide.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Sheila groaned. Her legs grew stiff, then her hips slammed back onto the floor.

Then Amber chimed in, “Come on, Lisa, give the bride the orgasm she wants.”

“With pleasure,” I replied.

I closed my fingers, slipping deeper inside Sheila to search for her G-spot. Once I located the spongy spot on her wall, I pressed against it, working my fingers in tiny circles to awaken the nerves underneath. At the same time, I laved my tongue over Sheila’s clit, increasing the pressure with every stroke.

The more Sheila moaned, the faster I pumped my fingers into her. It wasn’t long before moans gave way to screams. Her muscles rippled and twitched beneath my touch, guiding me in my effort to find the perfect pattern that would blow Sheila’s mind.

When Sheila’s hips lifted again, I snuck my free hand beneath her ass. The pre-come that collected earlier had left her crack good and slick. I slid my finger between her cheeks to collect those juices and once my digit was good and wet, I slipped right inside Sheila’s back door.

“Holy fuck,” Sheila screamed.

By now Megan and Lisa had accepted their efforts were wasted trying to hold Sheila still. Instead, the stroked her skin, skating their fingertips overly Sheila’s hips, thighs, and belly.

At the same time, Amber continued to play with Sheila’s breasts. She alternated between kneading and pinching. First she gently rubbed her hands over the globes, creating a pleasant sensation as she warmed the skin and tissue. Then, as soon as Sheila’s body relaxed, Amber gave Sheila’s nipples a pinch, making her jolt back to Earth.

Amber and I made a pretty great team. After a while, I didn’t even need to glance up from my post between Sheila’s legs to know what Amber was up to. All I had to do was pay attention to the way Sheila’s body moved. If her hips bucked wildly, it was a safe bet that Amber was playing with Sheila’s nipples. If her ass sank deep into the cushions beneath us, Amber was probably massaging Sheila’s tits.

The thing is, every time Sheila’s ass lifted and fell, my hand had to follow. Sheila’s tight little ass basically took me as its prisoner, and it was up to me to take back control. Using my hand that pumped away at Sheila’s pussy, I pushed her hips back down onto the floor.

Her hips continued to twitch, but I wasn’t about to let her budge. Instead, I wiggled my finger inside her asshole, marveling at how I could feel the movement inside her vagina as well.

Sheila really liked that. Since she couldn’t move her hips, her legs began to twitch. Her thighs trembled, warning of Sheila’s imminent explosion.

But I wasn’t done with the bride just yet. While my fingers fucked, my mouth continued to lick and suck. Sheila’s clitoris swelled between my lips. She was hot and throbbing, so close to an orgasm I could taste it.

Figuring Sheila needed just a tiny push to bring her over the edge, I decided to hum a little tune against her clit. After another quick swipe of my tongue to make certain Sheila was good and wet, I closed my lips around her bud and hummed the first few bars of the Bridal Chorus.

Before I could finish the song, Sheila was gushing like a fucking faucet, giving a whole new meaning to the verse here comes the bride.

I licked every last bit of come from Sheila’s pussy, enjoying how even a light touch of my tongue made Sheila’s overly sensitive body jolt beneath me.

When she finally caught her breath, Sheila looked me in the eyes and said, “I want to do that again — can we invite the bellboy from downstairs to join?”

I laughed. “Your wish is my command.”