It was cold winter night. Sherry had waited for this night her entire life. She sat at her hotel vanity, brushing her long curly blonde hair. Jonathon, her groom was down the hall getting ice for the champagne to toast to their new life together. As she slowly removed her wedding gown, she looked back at herself in the mirror.
"Tonight is the night." she whispered.
Her white lace nightgown clung to her curvaceous body. She gently glided her hands up and down her supple breasts, her nipples got harder and harder with each touch. She thought of Jonathon as she slowly caressed herself. She laid on the bed, moving her hands closer and closer to her tight, virginal pussy. Her fingers rubbed her already erect clitoris as soft moans hushed over the room. Suddenly, the door opened, it was him. She quickly sat up and wiped her hand on the silk bed sheets.
"I see you've started already." Jonathon quipped with a slight smirk.
"I couldn't help myself." she blushed.
She was 19, and a real virgin. She had never see a mans member, never touched it, but she thought of it quite often. Her mother warned her of the evils of sex, how man will ask her to do dirty and sinful things. When she was young teenager and started to masturbate, she felt so guilty, but soon those feelings of guilt turned to pure ecstasy. When she met Jonathon, she was away at college, away from her mothers martyr influence. They fell in love soon after and he proposed. He never once pressured her to have sex before the wedding, he was the perfect man, and he was her man, for the rest of their lives.
"Are you ready Sherry?" Jonathon anxiously asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Sherry quivered nervously.
Jonathon moved toward Sherry, undressing himself as she looked on with amazement. He put his hand on her shoulder and went in to kiss her. She hesitated, but soon gave into him. His lips were so warm and inviting. Her whole body shook with pleasure. She was ready to become a woman. He moved towards the bed and sat her down on the edge. He pulled down his boxers as his bulging manhood appeared. Sherry looked it, inspecting every vein.
"Be a good girl and put it in your mouth." Jonathon ordered.
Sherry looked at him, scared of about what she was about to do for the man she loved.
"My mouth?" she asked nervously