All anyone can talk about is the wedding night, the pressure for it to be perfect, for me to be perfect for my new husband. Standing in my bedroom, I stared at the array of lingerie laid out on my bed, stuck by indecision. I just didn’t know what to pick. I peeked my head out the door, hoping to find my StepMom for advice, but was surprised to see my StepDad there instead. He told me she had run out for last-minute errands. Terrible news for me… but I guess it was better this way. He was a guy, after all, so he would know what a man wants to see. I started trying on the different lingerie sets, and that’s when I noticed it. The way he was staring at me, his eyes dark with a hunger I’d never seen from him before. A wave of panic made me confess my deepest fears. “What if he doesn’t like that I’m a virgin? What if I can’t please him? I’ve never even seen a real cock before…” I stammered. He offered to help calm my nerves, assuring me I was safe with him, and that it didn’t count because he was stepfamily. When he pulled out his cock, already hard and throbbing, I gasped. “Is that… because of me?” He explained that my husband would expect things from me, like knowing how to suck a cock properly. The fear of failing was overwhelming, but he promised it was okay to use his to practice, to hone my skills so I could please my husband. “Can’t start off a marriage by not pleasing your husband,” he said, his voice a low growl. Intimidated by his size, I tried to take him in my mouth, but I couldn’t even fit it all. He guided me, telling me what my husband would want. To pull my breasts out and rub them on his shaft. Then, without warning, cum shot across my face and tits. As I sat in shock, he calmly explained it was a natural response, a good thing. He then told me it would be better if he stretched me out first, before my husband. It wouldn’t count as losing my virtue, not really, because he was the man who helped create me.