Andrea’s Wedding Day

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TO THE READER: This story contains characters from the Jason Garrett series of stories; however, this story is not part of that series.

It was my wedding day, and I was getting married a virgin.

Of course, the fact of the matter is, when your father is a Missouri Synod Lutheran pastor and you grew up in St. Louis, you are going to be told from about the age of three that if you have sex before marriage, God will smite you.

And so, I had grown up through elementary and junior high thinking that sex was evil. Living in the South, and being part of a very conservative German Lutheran church, I was surrounded by an atmosphere that supported that very idea. I figured that if I had sex, God would punish me by making me grow a penis and turning me into a dude or something. I even thought that masturbation was a way to surely incur God’s wrath.

In March of 1998, the day after I turned fourteen, my dad came home from the church with a smile on his face. “Pack your bags, we’re moving to southern California!” he said.

WHAT?! Southern California?

Apparently, my dad had been a candidate for a pastoral position at a church in Anaheim, California. He had received a call, and he had accepted it.

Now you might think that for a teenage girl, moving to southern California would’ve been a dream, but it wasn’t. I had to leave all of my friends and familiar places behind. I was unhappy for the first few months that we were there – but I adjusted quickly.

High school in the far more liberal atmosphere of the greater Los Angeles area brought with it much more pressure to have sex. I knew of so many people in my class who had had or were having sex. It seemed to be acceptable – after all, there was nothing happening to them (that I knew of). However, I still had this nagging fear in the back of my head that if I gave in to the temptation, God would infest my skin with flesh-eating maggots, forever rendering me completely unattractive to all men.

So, I got to my senior prom in May of 2002 still a virgin, and I intended to keep it that way. My date was a bit disappointed, but after a bit of pressuring, he did talk me into letting my guard down a little. He offered me a “handjob” – I really didn’t know what that meant – and I reluctantly accepted.

When he stuck the middle finger of his right hand right up into my vagina, I was shocked. How could I be doing this? I thought to myself. I was about to object, but then his index finger found my clitoris. A wave of a wonderful feeling that I had never experienced before washed over me, and I thought to myself, Oh, okay.

It took him a few minutes, but he was apparently quite skilled at it, and he brought me to my first orgasm, there in his car, on the night of my senior prom. It was fantastic.

So, I felt a bit guilty – but hey, there had been no genital penetration involved anywhere – mouth, vagina, or rectum (I didn’t really know any slang for those parts at that point in my life; I was a very sheltered child). Heck, he hadn’t even seen any part of me naked. So, it must’ve been alright.

Now, I figured that these handjobs worked both ways, so after a bit of Internet research and a few shocking images that I was sure God would burn my eyes out for having seen, I figured out how a female-to-male handjob worked.

The first handjob that I ever gave to a guy was during my freshman year of college. I was dating this guy at the time, and I asked him one night if he wanted a handjob. He said sure. It took a bit of effort to get his penis hard, but after a few minutes, he was ejaculating all over the place. It was quite an experience, feeling the hard warmth in my hand and watching the white fluid shooting out the end of his penis.

The only thing I was quite puzzled by was when he said, “Oh yeah, stroke my cock Jack; make me cum!” while I was doing it. That mystery was solved when two weeks later he dumped me – for a guy named Jack! I had been dating a gay guy. But hey, I knew my first words of sexual slang – cock (which I figured must be penis) and cum (which I figured, since it seemed to be a verb, must mean ejaculate).

That was the last handjob I gave for over a year and a half. In that time, I learned most of the sexual slang out there – words for genitalia, sexual acts, so on and so forth. In reality, it was a turn on for me just to think those words and then masturbate – although I always felt guilty after I came. I was sure that one day God was just going to show up at my room and give me the beating of a lifetime.

But He never did. Instead, one day, I was sitting in one of my advanced psychology classes next to a really cute guy who I knew pretty well. His name was Jason Garrett, and he was far more interesting than Professor Dracamus’ lecture. So, I wrote him a little note that I slipped to him.

Hey Jason – poker oyna you know what would really get me off? If you fingered me, right here, in the middle of the lecture. – luv Andrea

He looked over at me, shocked. I just gave him an innocent little grin. With a shrug of his shoulders, he reached over and tugged out the back of my skirt. I wasn’t wearing any panties, so the cold plastic of the chair came in contact with my pussy right away, making me inhale deeply. What made me take a deeper breath than that, though, was when he stuck his middle finger deep up inside of me and started rubbing my clit with his index finger.

Well, I kept trying to take notes, acting like nothing was wrong, but I couldn’t. After a moment, I just had to stop. Fortunately, Jason chose that moment to whisper, “Don’t worry, you can copy mine.” Well, that was my cue. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride, as it were.

It was so amazing when he brought me to orgasm right in the middle of class. If we had been caught, we probably would’ve been in trouble, but he was very discreet, and I was able to keep my cool. After that, the rest of class went fairly quickly.

As Jason and I were leaving class, I expressed just how I felt about that orgasm. “Oh my God,” I nearly shouted. “That was unbelievable. I’ve never done anything like that in public before. I don’t think I’ve ever cummed so hard or so quickly, either.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it so much,” he replied, appearing a bit pleased with himself.

That’s when I chose to take a bit of initiative. Grabbing his wrist, I pulled him into an open maintenance closet and locked the door behind us. It was handjob time!

I pulled out his cock, which got instantly hard. Good, I thought. He’s not gay!

I got a bottle of hand lotion out of my backpack and lubed his cock up good. I slowly started stroking him, then increased speed. It didn’t take too long before he announced that he was about to cum. Fortunately, it was a janitor’s closet, so I just grabbed a shop towel and was able to catch all of his cum. Then I grabbed another towel and wiped off his cock and my hands. I dropped both down the garbage chute, said, “Bye,” and walked out the door, leaving him standing there in a somewhat catatonic state.

It would only be a couple of weeks before I would give my next handjob. I came home one Wednesday evening after church got out early to find my roommate fucking some guy I had never seen before. When I opened the door, he turned around, looked at me, picked Tara up, and started to get up.

“Sit back down, Jacob,” said Tara. Then she looked at me. “Andrea, come here.”

And then I was introduced to a guy with his pants down and the biggest cock I’ve ever seen – easily ten inches long when erect. “Andrea Semora, Jacob Martinson,” she said.

Then she said something that shocked me. “Andrea, I want you to do something.”

“Oh no!” I replied. “You know my policy!”

“Oh, nothing out of policy, I just want you to give him a handjob,” she replied with a little smile.

“Oh.” Well, okay. “Well, I guess that would be alright.”

I started crossing to the other side of my room to get the jar of Vaseline that I always have for certain purposes, when Tara said, “Don’t worry about that, Andrea, he’s pretty well lubed up already.”

So, I walked back over. Kneeling down, I put my hand around Jacob’s cock. Wow. It was huge around. I could barely close my hand around it. I slowly started stroking it.

As I was doing so, Tara wrapped her lips around the head and started blowing Jacob. That was more than I could handle – I stuck my hand inside my skirt and started fingering myself. This was amazing – I was giving this guy a handjob while my roommate was sucking his cock!

Jacob didn’t last very long as a result of our combined efforts. After just a couple of minutes, he started cumming. Tara took his entire load into her mouth, but couldn’t hold on to all of it. A little of it dribbled down Jacob’s cock onto my hand.

I pulled my hand away. I looked at the cum on my hand for a moment, and then, very tentatively, brought my hand to my mouth and licked it away. Hmmm, not half bad.

Actually, it really wasn’t bad. Actually, it was really good! Wow, I liked the taste of cum!

But there was no more to be had for now. However, they say that when you let it, opportunity comes to you.

A week and a half later, on the morning of Friday, November 19th, I was in my room reading a book when there was a knock on the door. I opened it.

“Hi, I’m Lee,” the guy standing at the door said. “I’m supposed to meet Tara?”

“Oh, she’s not here right now,” I said… although, that was strange, she had said she was going to be back by now to meet somebody.

“Oh…” he replied, unsure of what to do.

“Do you want to come in and wait canlı poker oyna for her?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied. He came in and took a seat on Tara’s bed.

I went back to reading my book, but I couldn’t help stealing a glance at Lee. He was pretty attractive – he looked to be part Chinese and part something else, and whatever that something else was, it combined with his Asian heritage to make an exotic-looking, hot guy.

After a few minutes, I had a thought.

“Lee,” I said, “do you want a blowjob?”

He looked at me as if he’d been stuck with a cattle prod. But I knew there was no way he was going to say no. I stand 5’5″, weigh 115 pounds, and have 34B breasts and an extremely tight ass (I work out a LOT). When you take my auburn hair and blue eyes into account, I’m almost irresistible.

“Uh, sure!” he said after a moment.

I crossed to him. Unzipping his pants, I pulled them down to his ankles. His cock had gotten rock hard, probably when I asked him if he wanted a blowjob, but it wasn’t that big – maybe five and a half inches. Oh well, given that it was my first blowjob, it would be a good size to start on. Slowly, I took about half of its length into my mouth, and using my tongue, started sucking his cock.

I had been going for a couple minutes when I heard the lock click. I debated what to do for about ten seconds, before deciding to continue. I’ve seen Tara getting her brains fucked out, I thought, it’s not going to be a big deal if she sees me giving this guy a blowjob.

Tara walked in, stared for a moment in apparent disbelief, and then went about her business. After a couple more minutes, Lee started cumming. I got it all into my mouth, and swallowed. Mmmm, I though. So good.

Well, now I had to get to class. I got up and started walking out the door, but Tara stopped me as I did so. “Uh, Andrea,” she said. She put her finger up to my chin, and wiped off a bit of cum that had apparently dribbled out of my mouth. Sticking her finger in her own mouth, she licked it clean.

“Oh, thanks,” I said, practically mortified. “That would’ve been horrible!”

“Yeah, Something About Mary style,” she responded with a left. I left before anything else could happen.

A couple nights later, I was in the shower when she got home. When I walked out of the bathroom, Tara was lying on her bed, masturbating furiously. This was the first time I had ever actually seen her pussy – and it was a nice looking one, too. At that point, I don’t know what exactly happened in my mind, but I found myself dropping my bathrobe to the floor, kneeling between Tara’s legs, and sticking my tongue into her pussy. She stopped masturbating for a moment, as if surprised, and then went back to it.

A moment later, she stopped again. “Andrea,” she said, “why don’t you get up here. You shouldn’t do all the work – you should get something back yourself.”

So, I got up on the bed, and Tara positioned her body so that she was pointed in the other direction from me. Then, I felt her start to eat my pussy, so I returned to what I was doing before.

Now, some skeptics may not believe it, but there is probably no one better qualified to eat a woman’s pussy than a woman. After all, women know what parts of the vagina are most susceptible to stimulus and will create the most pleasure. We continued eating each other for a couple of minutes before we both had orgasms.

After that, I really came to enjoy oral sex. I enjoyed giving guys blowjobs, but I even more enjoyed eating pussy and having mine eaten by a woman. Now don’t get me wrong – I’m not a lesbian, I’m not bi, I’m not attracted to women sexually – it’s just that I really enjoy sex with women!

Now, despite all the oral stuff going on, I managed to avoid ever having actual intercourse, right up to my wedding day.

Ah yes. We’re finally back at my wedding day. It was 2007. I was still a virgin, and I was getting married to a guy named Carl Hayden. I had known him all through college, we had gone to the same church, and I had dated him for the last year and a half. He had asked me to marry him about six months ago, on our one year anniversary, and I had happily said yes.

Now we stood before the altar of my dad’s church in Anaheim. He was officiating, Tara was my maid of honor, and Carl’s high school friend Austin Garrett (my friend Jason’s younger brother) was the best man. Jason was our pianist, and the wedding was wonderful.

“Do you, Carl Hayden, take Andrea Semora to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for rich or for poor, through sickness and health, for better, or for worse, until death do you part?”

“I do.”

“And do you, Andrea Semora, take Carl Hayden to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for rich or for poor, through sickness and health, for better, or internet casino for worse, until death do you part?”

“I do.”

“Then by the authority granted unto me by the state of California and by the divine power granted by God, the Almighty Father, I hereby pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Throughout the reception, I could barely sit still. I was so horny it wasn’t even funny. I had been waiting twenty-three years to have sex, and tonight was the night, but by “social custom”, we had to wait until the reception was over.

Finally, I couldn’t take it any more. I leaned over to Carl. “Carl,” I whispered. “I’m going to go to the music director’s office. I think you should join me in a couple of minutes.”

With that, I got up, and headed in the general direction of the bathroom. When I was almost there, I quickly turned and headed down the hallway.

I was sitting on the piano bench when Carl came in. Without saying a word, I slammed the door, grabbed Carl, and kissed him as deeply as I could. Needless to say, he responded. We started tearing at each other’s clothes – carefully, of course, tuxedos and wedding dresses are expensive – and within a minute, we were both naked, all of our clothes on the floor.

“Fuck me, Carl!” I said. “I’ve been waiting twenty-three years. Now, I’ve married the man I love. It’s alright in God’s eyes now – we’re man and wife!”

Carl didn’t need to be asked twice. Laying me down on the floor, he straddled me, and then began slowly sliding his cock into my pussy.

Oh my. It felt bigger in there than it actually was. He kept sliding a little further, and then…

“Oh shit!” I screamed in pain. “Ow!”

Carl had reached my hymen, and snapped through it with the head of his cock. It hurt for a second, but I gradually refocused on the size of his cock slowly pushing its way into my pussy.

After about two minutes, he was all the way in. Oh God, it felt so wonderful inside of me. The length, the girth, the warmth – and just the thought that we were connected in the most intimate way possible was enough to send me on the upward slope towards ecstasy.

Slowly, Carl withdrew, and it was almost a disappointment as I felt my pussy empty. But then, he quickly thrust back into me. He began a rhythm of thrusting, and the head of his cock began hitting a very sensitive spot in my pussy – my g-spot.

He wasn’t even close to orgasm when I began cumming. His repeated brushing of my g-spot was just too much for me to handle, and I had the most intense orgasm of my life. However, since he wasn’t anywhere near being done, he just kept fucking me, with each thrust of his cock renewing my orgasm before it could fade.

Then I heard voices. Voices coming down the hall! What the fuck?

Oh shit. It was my dad. “Jason, Austin, you’re not going to believe this piano we have in the choir room. It’s a Bösendorfer.”

Oh God. They were going to come through here to get to the choir room. “Carl!” I hissed. “Carl!”

But Carl was nearing his own orgasm, and apparently was oblivious to the world. It didn’t help that I was still in a continuing state of orgasm. So it was that as Carl emptied his steaming, hot load of cum inside my pussy, the door opened, and my dad and Jason and Austin Garrett walked into the room where my husband and I lay naked on the floor, his cock still inside of me.

Carl’s head whipped around. “Oh my God,” my father said.

“Hi, Pastor Semora,” Carl said, sheepishly.

“Hi Daddy,” I whispered.

Jason’s eyebrow arched. A grin began forming on his face, but my dad didn’t quite have the same reaction. His face began to turn bright red, and I could see he was building up to an explosion. Oh shit. Carl had better get up and run.

“MR. HAYDEN!” he bellowed. “THAT IS MY DAUGHTER, SIR!”

At that point, Jason interceded. “Uh, Pastor Semora, sir,” he said, “yeah, Andrea is your daughter – but she’s Carl’s wife now. In God’s eyes, he’s permitted to have sex with her as much as he wants.”

My dad still seemed like he was going to explode, but instead, he turned and stomped out the door. Jason and Austin followed him.

Carl and I got up and got dressed. We returned to the reception and sat down at the head table, looking a bit rumpled but really not that bad. I didn’t think we were that obvious.

It was when Erin, Jason’s wife and an old friend of mine, gave me a sly grin that I realized we weren’t fooling anybody. We looked like a couple that had just fucked themselves silly.

Oh well. I could feel Carl’s cum running down my leg, but I couldn’t reach under my dress, so I took off my shoe and just let it run onto the floor. When we left for real that night, there was a little puddle of white on the floor below where I had been sitting.

My dad has never mentioned that part of my wedding. It’s as if he chose to selectively block it out. Maybe that’s for the best. But it was my first time, and I will never forget losing my virginity with a screaming orgasm on the floor of my dad’s church!

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