The wedding night was the most shocking thing ever. Kenny’s momma and mine were close friends at church. Both viewed things the same way. By then I ...ad developed needs. Spending evenings with Papa had unleashed desires within me. I hoped that I would have these needs met by my husband after marriage. Kenny and I never had sex before our wedding. Short of some kisses and holding we hadn’t done much. I attributed this to his upbringing and the church. On our wedding night, Kenny turned. I scanned the park and saw some portabletoilets near some trees at the edge of the park. It was still earlyand I was hoping they had not been used just yet.There were five large blue porta potties that I open the door andthey were very small inside. There was just the toilet and no whereto wash your hands. All of them did not have toilet paper so I wentdown around the last porta potty and about 40 feet back was a largegreen port john with white vents on the top and rear of the largeplastic. The guys that I could see in front of me were all rubbing their cocks through their suit pants.Then, Number One grabbed my hips with his powerful hands, I felt this thighs against my butt cheeks. And finally, I felt his cock at my backdoor. As Number One slid his cock inside me, it took my breath away. Remember, I couldn't see anything, so had no idea how big his cock was. I think it was pretty big. He gave me a couple of gentle strokes to make sure everything was nicely lubed up and then. "Now will you behave?" she asks.I nod yes and she comes to unbuckle the gag. As soon as it pops free I start pleading."Please Sarah, please let me cum. Let me take this cock ring off and explode. Let me bury my cock in your wet pussy, please! I'll do anything, please..."I continue pleading with her and she cuts me off."You aren't ready for that. You will cum when I say you will cum." she says, stern voice back in play."Please! You have been teasing me all week, I can't see anything with this.