I’m Tracy, live in Essex, twenty years old and blond. My parents Ray and Joan were very strict and made sure that I didn’t have any involvement with boys or anything like that. There not religious or anything just paranoid that I would be raped and murdered, they sent me to an all girls school and to be honest I was quite good at school, found the work easy and it was a very supportive environment. Dad took me to school every morning of my school life and mum picked me up every afternoon. it wasn’t until I was fifteen that I realised that they weren’t being nice and saving me the mile walk each way, they were preventing any possible contamination from friends, girl or boy. I went to the University of East Anglia (UEA) when I was eighteen and mum and dad finally admitted defeat and had to let me make my own decisions. I met Simon in my first month he was in his final year and he was on of the students that were giving guided tours of the university at weekends. My parents took the tour and I met them at the end, they invited Simon to have a coffee with them and because I was there, me. Simon was a perfect gentleman, he hardly even acknowledged my presence, spending the thirty minutes it took to drink the coffee playing up to my mother and discussing deep issues with my father. As my parents were settling the refreshment bill Simon invited me to a party the next weekend. I was totally thrown off balance, it was the first comment that Simon had made directly to me since we met, I said yes even though I didn’t really know if I wanted to spend any time with him at all.

As time went by Simon and I became friends, and I fell in love with him at three o’clock one Saturday afternoon, it was raining and we ducked into a small café and over a jacket potato he told me all about his life. I realised that his upbringing was so similar to mine, his parents were ‘high church’ they kept him from all temptation, no TV no Radio, no cinemas, he went to a Catholic boarding school as a day boy, it was so spooky how similar we were. What I had taken for snobbery and standoffishness was really shyness, he had taken the part time guide job at the suggestion of his councillor as a way to overcome his shyness. Over the following weeks I found that Simon was really smart, wickedly funny and had an amazing sense of humour. The end of year holiday came all too fast, ten weeks at home in Essex with my parents and Simon three hundred miles away in Newcastle with his parents. We telephone each other most days just so that Simon could tell me a joke, or relay something funny that happened at church group. That long summer holiday I realised just how much I missed Simons company. I had decided that he was the man that I would like to lose my virginity to but even though I had given him a lot of hints during the final weeks of term there I was, still a virgin. My mother brought my world crashing down on me about half way through the holiday with a simple comment “Is Simon getting a job in Newcastle or is he going off to another university to do his post graduate studies?” We hadn’t even talked about that, he had finished his degree and there was no reason for him to return to Norfolk at all. Simon had given up his flat as students usually do over the long holiday break, I would have to look for a flat at the start of my second year as the dorms were only available for freshmen. I was on tenterhooks until I could ring Simon and seek his reassurance that we would still be together after our holiday finished.

By the first day of the new term, I had been in Norfolk for a week, getting my bed-sit ready, collecting my course books from the university bookshop and generally getting everything ready. Simon was still in Newcastle and I was beginning to think that he had found himself a job up there and was too frightened to tell me. I went into the refectory on the first morning, I had eaten breakfast at my bed-sit so didn’t need to even go in the refectory but I wanted to go to ‘our’ table, drink a milky coffee and remember the last time Simon and I sat there eleven weeks earlier. I came to a dead stop as soon as I entered the room, Simon was sitting at ‘our’ table, there were two full breakfasts and two coffees, two plates of toast. My mind was spinning through different scenarios but kept returning to the fact that Simon was sitting there, at ‘out’ table having breakfast with someone else, there was no one else sitting with him but the two breakfasts spoke volumes. I looked quickly around the room, I couldn’t see Amanda, I knew that she had made a play for Simon before he met me, couldn’t see her. Everyone in the refectory looked like school children, obviously all freshers, so I assumed that Simon wasn’t with any of them. ‘Girding up my loins’, putting on my bravest face, I bounced over to the table. Simon leapt in the air, like a scalded cat I thought, he grabbed hold of me in the tightest hug I had ever felt. “Where have you been, your breakfast is stone cold?” he said, he suddenly remembered where he was and put me down, his face was scarlet with embarrassment. I drank the cold coffee and there were actual tears in my eyes at seeing him again. Simon was working in the university, he had taken a lab assistant job so that he could do a remote PhD with Edinburgh university and still have access to the facilities he needed, like a laboratory and university library but still be near to me. He would have to visit his professor from time to time but all of his research could be sent on the WWW for comments and criticism.

It was mid term, I had been throwing my self at Simon so much that he must have thought that I was a sex maniac or something. We had reached the heavy petting stage, I had actually spent a few nights with him where we had slept in the same bed together, he in his shorts and me in my floor to ceiling flannel-et nighty. Still I was a virgin, I had managed to have a climax with him though, one night when the heavy petting left me half naked, his fingers working through my bush, eagerly seeking out my moist inner sanctum. Simon brought me off and as I was opening the zipper on his trousers he lumped up and ran out of the door. He was stupid really, leaving like that as we were at his flat and not my bed-sit. The next morning he telephoned me early and asked me to meet him at the refectory for breakfast. I thought “Ah well I guess this is the end, he is going to tell me that he can’t possibly stay with such a pervert as me. Breakfast was nice, Simon was very shamefaced apologising for letting things get so out of hand the night before. We made small talk and Simon threw in a comment that I almost missed. “Have you ever thought how funny the term Wedding Breakfast is? Some people have it at six or seven in the evening but it is still called the wedding breakfast! What time should we have our wedding breakfast?” There was about six hours of pure silence while my poor excuse for a Babbage comptometer worked through the calculations. Simon sat with the broadest of grins on his face as the little light symbol lit above my head. Are you asking me what I think your asking me a blurted out, Simon just nodded his head and his grin grew even wider. Simon produced a small box from his pocket, the red velvet liner inside supported a simple ring with a single diamond, the ring looked very classical almost antique. It had been his paternal great grandmother’s engagement ring that he had taken to be restored and professionally cleaned. There had been a small fillet of gold added to make the ring big enough for me and as the jeweller couldn’t match the gold exactly Simon had him use a totally contrasting coloured Welsh gold fillet used and it had been crafted to look like an ‘S’ for Simon. I said yes to his proposal and asked him if he had a date in mind for the wedding and he told me that he thought it should be a soon as possible so that I would stop trying to tempt him.

As we chatted about things we both thought that as having breakfast at our table had been such a central part of our relationship that we should try to arrange an early morning wedding and see if UEA would let us hire the refectory for our wedding breakfast. After some weeks of trying we realised that organising an early morning wedding was only the start of our problems. Simon and his parents wanted a Catholic wedding service, I’m not at all religious and refused to commit to agreeing to bring any children, that blessed our union, up as Catholics. My parents wanted me to have a civil wedding because of all the hypocrisy involved in a religious ceremony. I was almost at the point of saying no to the whole idea of getting married, Simon was very good about trying to meet everyone’s needs especially mine and I really wanted the day to be special for both of us. The UEA chaplain, who we all called Charley, and he couldn’t have minded that very much as he went to every party he was invited to in a bowler hat, small false moustache and with a Chaplin style walking stick, helped us in quite a unique way. He arranged for an ex UEA student that had become a priest and was a close personal friend of his to agree to perform part of the wedding ceremony at the university chapel with him. As he was a C of E chaplain he could perform the legal part of the ceremony and between them they could tailor the wedding to our joint needs. We made the final arrangements in record time, we hired a function room from Midnight on the day prior to our wedding and had a massive all night party for all of our friends and family. I went to the party from Midnight to one am, Simon went from one am to two am and so on, this meant that neither of us met on the day before the actual wedding. Three busses took all of our guests to the UEA campus chapel for seven o’clock in the morning, other gusts that hadn’t been to the party also turned up at the same time. Simon and the best man turned up at the chapel on push bikes, in top hat and tails and I arrived shortly after in a horse drawn landau. The two clerics performed a wonderful service for us and our friends and family and the wedding finished at eight o’clock. We all walked to the refectory where Simons friends had built a small wooden stage which our table had been placed on, it was unusual for there to be three top tables in effect with Simon and I alone on our raised platform. The wedding breakfast was just that, full English with all the trimmings. We did the traditional speech thing and were all finished by ten o’clock, we had arranged for the function room to be available all day for our guests to drink, chat or dance as they wished. Simon and I walked to our hotel which was only about two miles away much to the delight of the other student that were up and about at that time of the day. We were getting changed to go back to the function room in our smart but casual clothes when Simon, with his best ‘Cheshire cat’ grin pounced on me.

I was just in my bra and panties and Simon was in his boxers, we didn’t bother pulling the blankets down or even the counterpane, Simon kissed me all over and took off my remaining clothing, and I reciprocated for him. I had felt his cock in the past but I never dreamed that it would look quite this big. He was almost nine inches long and three inches around, he was extremely excited and it took me only a few strokes of his massive manhood to bring him to a gasping climax. He fired off his sperm a good four feet, it splashed over my right thigh and up my stomach diagonally and across my left breast. Simon worked his fingers deep into my vagina, I was dripping with my natural lubrication as Simon worked my clitoris hard, bringing me to an earth shattering climax. I thought that as we had both had a climax that Simon would want to go back and join our friends and family again but as soon as I had started to reach my climax I noticed his little monster was growing again. This surprised me as he had climaxed only a few minutes earlier and he had fired off so much cum. I was about to get off the bed when Simon pinned me down again, he lifted his leg over my thighs so that both of my legs were between his and he was now totally on top of me. He was holding his upper body weight off of me on his elbows and his cock was pressing between my tightly clenched thighs. He was pressing his cock into my hairy mound, then pulling back a little, then pressing forward once more. Eventually his massive cock head found its way to my vaginal opening, as he pressed forward his cock head pressed between my outer lips a few more pushes and his massive cock head was past my outer lips and was opening my inner flower. The friction caused by my thighs being so tightly pressed together caused Simon to climax once more, as he felt his cum flowing up his shaft he pressed hard against my vagina, his cock-head was just inside my inner lips and this pressure sealed the link between us. As I felt his seed pumping into my vagina I reached yet another climax, Simon was totally still except for his cock jerking at the entrance to my vagina as he delivered his seed into me. Again I thought that would be the end of our first session but Simon just lay there kissing me and paying attention to my breasts. I felt his flaccid organ starting to stir once more and as his blood pumped life back into his cock he moved his legs so that they opened my legs automatically. We had been fooling around in the hotel room for almost an hour at this point, I had had seven or eight wonderful orgasms and Simon had had two massive ones. Simon was now between my thighs in the classic missionary position. His cock was still small and flaccid but it was starting to grow. Simon once again pressed his cock against my vagina but this time it was met by a large quantity of his semen mixed with my natural lubrication too. His soft phallus entered me easily and as he continued working on my breasts with intermittent kissing and nibbling his cock grew into me. It felt to me just the same as it did when Simon had used his fingers in the past but as he grew larger he was pushing deeper inside me than any finger had ever been. The pressure was starting to get quite intense as Simons cock was nearing its full size. It had reached the point where he wasn’t going any further inside but his hips were being pushed away from me. Simon lifted himself up and looked deep into my eyes as he pulled his massive cock slightly out of my pussy. Then he pushed down with all of his might and I felt his cock hit resistance then there was the intense feeling of pain and of him suddenly rushing forward deeper into my vagina. Simon had climaxed twice in less that an hour and this time it took him an age to climax for his third time. I started a deep and intense orgasm as soon as Simon had broken into my guarded place, and I was carried along from one orgasmic crest to the next for almost forty minutes. When Simon eventually climaxed for his third time he actually produced little volume but it all went deep onto my womb. We lay there for the longest time just cuddling each other with Simons cock growing soft inside my vagina as his seed swam on its way deeper into my body. When we finally broke our embrace and Simon lifted his body from on top of mine, I moved slightly but the counterpane was stuck to my bottom. Simon helped to free me from it and the reason I was attached to the counterpane was the dried blood from Simon breaking in through my hymen and a rather large amount of our joint fluid that we had passed during the almost three hours of sexual excitement. The bed was a total mess and I didn’t really want to come back from the party to such a mess, Simon used the pin from his buttonhole carnation to attach a twenty-pound note to the stain on the counterpane with a note of apology. As we left the hotel to rejoin our friends Simon asked the receptionist if housekeeping could straighten our room for us while we were out. At the party Simons mother asked him where he had been for the last three hours and Simon told her that he was wasting no time in putting a baby into my stomach to give her her first grandchild as soon as possible. And with that comment ringing in my ears we danced till midnight. When we eventually returned to our hotel room the room was once again in a pristine condition and a note held down by two crossed long stemmed roses said, “You are most welcome, please come again!”

I have to say that in one way I was glad that I was a virgin for our wedding day but also I realised that I had missed so much.

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