I was bent over with my new husband holding my head down in his lap. His best friend and best man at our wedding two hours ago was lifting my wedding gown over my hips as I knelt. I heard a rustle behind me, then a zipper.

He placed one hand on my lower back between my Venus dimples. His other hand snatched my panties down to mid-thigh. I managed to look up at my new husband with my emerald green eyes. He brushed my thick red hair from my face and smiled at me with his electric blue eyes.

I have awaited this moment since the decision two years ago, on the day I received my Master’s degree, and the doctoral program accepted me. We three were celebrating. I am a bioengineer and study DNA abnormalities.

His palm cupped my vulva as I dripped drops of my excitement into his hands. He rubbed up and raked his fingers through my thick, fiery red bush. I moaned into hubby's crotch. Two fingers slipped into my pink entrance, and a thumb pushed into my ass. "Oh baby, I'm going to cum!" I cried out.

My body shuddered, and my nectar dripped down both inner thighs. The man behind me laughed at how horny I was and how easily I came. I felt his fat mushroom press into my tight pink entrance.

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I'm Lori, and I was twenty-four when Mac and I got married. John was Mac’s best man. He was a colleague of mine, and he introduced Mac and me to each other two years prior at a company Christmas party.

I had on a shiny gold gown that accentuated my tits and, in the back, plunged down so the top of my butt crack was showing. When I laid my eyes on Mac, I almost came. His electric blue eyes and a handsome face with a strong jawline made me wet. His broad shoulders looked fantastic in his tuxedo.

John was ordinary-looking, and since I had known him, he had tried to get into my pants. I modeled on the side, and he has seen some of my risqué pictures. I started modeling when I was eighteen, and it paid for my education. Apparently, redheads with nice red bushes were a highly sought commodity. I have never been afraid to show my body. I am bisexual, so I love to eat pussy. My favorite thing, though, is sucking cock. There is something about having control over a man with his pulsing warm meat in your mouth. Most men think they are controlling women as they are getting their cocks sucked, and that may be in some cases. I can tell you, if I am sucking your cock, I am in complete control.

John didn't have a date for the party, so he brought Mac, who was in from out of town. Mac is two years older than me and was already a successful architectural engineer. He has worked on the five tallest buildings in Atlanta. He helped shape the skyline. He also had a hand in shaping the skylines of Nashville, Charlotte, and San Antonio.

I had brought Sarah, one of my modeling friends and a current girlfriend. She was two years younger than I. John was smitten with her, and I with Mac, so we went our separate ways. Mac and I danced and talked all night. I believe we both fell in love that first night.

Mac drove me home that night, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. He walked me to the door and held me with his arms around my waist. My arms were on his shoulders. We kissed passionately with our youngest dancing in unison. My panties flooded with my nectar as I climaxed while kissing him. My fluids were dripping down my thighs. We said goodnight with a morning coffee date made for two days from then.

That seemed like an eternity. He picked me up for our date, wearing faded blue jeans and a polo shirt. His ass filled out those jeans perfectly, and the polo shirt stretched over his muscular pecs and biceps.

I wore a flowered sundress and sandals. My tits were bare under my dress, and my panties were barely there. Before the day was over, he had cum in my pussy four times, in my mouth twice, and once in my ass. I don't know how many times I came, as it was too many to count. I squirted for the first time in my life. Clear fluid shot two feet into the air as he was eating my pussy and raking his fingers through my ginger bush.

This story isn't about our love story, so to cut it short, I moved in with him while I attended college and worked on my doctorate. We decided not to get married until I became Doctor Lori.

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We were all pretty drunk as we celebrated my receiving my Master's. We were playing pool and making wild bets. I had lost a lot, so I had my bare tits out, and John had his fat cock out as he had just lost a bet. John got serious and bet Mac that if he made this shot, he would get to fuck me on our wedding day. Mac said, "Fuck you, John."

I stepped up with my white tits and nipples beaming. I said, "Hell yeah, it's a bet!"

Well, here we are on my wedding day. I was bent over with my Mac, holding my head down in his lap. John, the best man at our wedding two hours ago, was lifting my wedding gown over my hips as I was on my knees. I heard a rustle behind me, then a zipper.

John placed one hand on my lower back between my Venus dimples. His other hand snatched my panties down to mid-thigh. I managed to look up at Mac with my emerald green eyes. He brushed my thick red hair from my face and smiled at me with his electric blue eyes.

John's palm cupped my vulva as I dripped drops of my excitement into his hands. He rubbed up and raked his fingers through my thick, fiery red bush. I moaned into hubby's crotch. Two fingers slipped into my pink entrance, and a thumb pushed into my ass. "Oh baby, I'm going to cum!" I cried out.

My body shuddered, and my nectar dripped down both inner thighs. John laughed at how horny I was and how easily I came. He had waited years for this moment.

I felt his fat mushroom press into my tight pink entrance. He feels thick, thicker than I am used to. “Oh, my fucking God!” I screamed as my tiny pussy stretched open. I grunted as his fat cock thrust into my married pussy. "Ungh, ungh, ungh!"

It came to me that John is fucking my newly married pussy before Mac had. But somehow that didn't matter as I looked up and saw the pleasure on Mac’s face. I also saw that he had taken his cock out, and it was extremely hard.

John was in heaven fucking his dream girl. Even though he gets tons of pussy, John confessed to Mac later that I had the best pussy that he ever had. He said my tight velvet walls felt so damn good sheathing his cock and that my moaning was so arousing, especially with my southern accent. "Oh, oh, oh. Yes, John, yes. Fuck me, fuck me. Ungh, ungh, ungh! Oh God, I love cock!"

I opened my mouth to receive Mac’s cock. His seven and a half inches pushed down my throat. "Glug, glug, glug!"

My nectar exploded out, and around John's cock, causing a vulgar farther sound. I was cumming hard, and it would not stop soon. My legs were wobbling, and my chest was heaving. Spittle was flowing out of my mouth as Mac face fucked me. I hadn’t experienced being split-roasted since high school.

John was grunting loudly and fucking me at a frantic pace. I knew he was about to cum. Wait! "Did he put on a condom?" I thought to myself. John exploded deep into my married pussy. I felt his warm cum spread inside me. I heard a suction sound as he pulled out of my tight cunt, then "pop" as his mushroom exited.

His creamy cum was dripping down my inner thighs. It felt like a gallon. Mac grunted and finished down my throat. I captured all of his cum as he pulled out of my mouth. I closed my lips tight and savored his taste and texture.

I stood up while still experiencing orgasmic aftershocks. I pulled up my panties and straightened my wedding gown. I kissed John and pushed Mac's cum into his mouth. John experienced shock because that was his first taste of man cum.

It was time to throw the bouquet and for Mac to take off my garter, which was coated in my and John's cum.

It wasn't til years later that I saw just how thick John was. I always wondered why his nickname was Coke Can.