The church bells had barely stopped ringing when I shoved my new wife, Sarah, into the empty coatroom off the reception hall. Her white dress was already hiked up around her hips, lace panties shoved aside, and my cock was buried balls-deep in her soaked pussy before the first guests even grabbed a drink.
"Fuck, you're dripping," I growled against her ear, slamming into her hard enough to make the coat rack rattle. Sarah moaned loud, not caring who might hear. "Been waiting all day to get this cock in me," she hissed back, pushing her ass back to meet every thrust. Her tight walls gripped me like she was trying to milk me dry on the spot.
We didn't have much time. The reception was starting, but that only made it hotter. I grabbed her hips and pounded her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the small room. Her juices ran down my balls, soaking the front of my tux pants. Sarah reached down and rubbed her clit fast, fingers flying. "Harder, you bastard. Fuck your bride like you mean it."
I yanked her head back by the veil and bit her neck, driving up into her with short, brutal strokes. She came fast, pussy spasming around my shaft, a guttural cry tearing out of her throat. I didn't stop. I kept fucking her through it until her legs shook and she begged, "Come inside me. Fill me up before we have to go out there smiling."
I unloaded with a grunt, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her cunt. It leaked out around my cock as I pulled free, running down her thighs. Sarah straightened her dress like nothing happened, but the flush on her face and the wet spot on the carpet told the real story.
An hour later, during the first dance, she whispered in my ear that she needed more. We slipped away again, this time to the men's bathroom down the hall. I locked the door and bent her over the sink. The mirror showed her smeared lipstick and wild eyes as I rammed back into her cum-slick pussy from behind.
"Look at yourself," I said, voice low and filthy. "Married an hour and already a mess with my load leaking out of you." Sarah pushed back, grinding on my dick. "Shut up and fuck me. Use that hole." I did, gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them so I could watch my cock disappear into her. The bathroom smelled like sex and her perfume. Every thrust made wet noises from the mess already inside her.
She came again when I reached around and pinched her clit, her moans echoing off the tiles. I followed right after, adding another load to the first one. By the time we cleaned up and returned to the party, my cum was trickling down her leg under the dress. She danced with my best man while I watched, knowing exactly what was running down her thighs.
Later, in the limo on the way to the hotel, Sarah climbed into my lap and rode me slow and nasty. The driver probably heard everything through the partition. "Tell me how many times you're going to fuck me tonight," she demanded, bouncing on my cock. "All night," I answered, grabbing her tits through the dress. "Gonna wreck this pussy until you can't walk down the aisle tomorrow for photos."
She came grinding down hard, then slid off and took me in her mouth, sucking our mixed cum off my shaft like she was starving for it. I held her head and fucked her throat until I shot again, watching her swallow every drop.
We barely made it to the suite before I had her on all fours on the bed, dress ripped open at the back. I took her ass that time, working my cock into her tight hole while she fingered her cum-filled pussy. The sounds were obsceneslick, filthy, nonstop. Sarah begged for it deeper, dirtier, until I was balls-deep in her ass and she was coming so hard her whole body shook.
By morning we were both wrecked, sheets stained, bodies marked with bites and fingerprints. The wedding was over, but the real stories had just started.
