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Subject: Amy's Wedding Night
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                    A Dark Lust Story: Amy's Wedding Night


Amy and Jim had been an item sense the end of their junior year at the
university.  They were both "beautiful" people, very popular with many
friends.  Amy's friends often told her she had a real catch!  He WAS good to
look at: about 6 foot, 180 pounds, sandy-blond hair, blue eyes.  Jim really
took pride in his appearance and his body, thinking of himself as somewhat a
body builder, though he lacked the muscle mass to be taken very seriously. And
then there was the financial security: unlike many business majors with
uncertain to dismal job prospects, Jim had an entry level executive position
waiting for him after their June wedding and honeymoon.  There was also
considerable advancement potential, being that the job was with his brother's
marketing company.

Amy was a striking young woman, red hair --more red than reddish- blond, deep
green eyes, and alabaster skin.  She stood 5'4", weighed 112 pounds, with
rather ideal measurements of 35, 23, 35.  She filled out a C cup nicely.  Her
tummy was flat, and everything was taut and firm thanks to the daily swimming
she enjoyed.  Amy had an out going personality, friendly, but with a touch of
temper she attributed to her Irish grandmother.

Yes, everyone said Amy and Jim made a beautiful couple!  Not that everything
was a-okay with them privately.  First, Amy got rather irritated at Jim's
tendency to be a jerk when around his friends; the macho act and her feeling
of being treated as a trophy was the source of more than one fight!  Jim said
Amy didn't understand how good friends were important to a guy; hell, many of
them would end up being business clients someday.

And then there was the sex.  They fought about it almost every time they were
alone.  Amy had actually kept her virginity for her wedding night.  That
commitment --a pledge to her dad as he died of cancer when she was a
blossoming 13 year old-- had gotten her all the way through high-school and
her freshman year at college without any real trouble.  With a few exceptions,
most guys were understanding; Jim was an exception.  First of all, Jim wasn't
sure he believed her.  On the other hand, he felt a certain male pride in
knowing she'd saved it for HIM.  And given that she'd saved it for him, it
made no sense to Jim that they should wait until their wedding night.

And now that their wedding night was finally here he had expected the conflict
to end... But it wasn't turning out how either had pictured.  In their wildest
fantasies, neither of these two could have pictured what was taking place!

Amy had pictured --and planned for-- a very romantic, intimate experience.
She'd carefully chosen her peignoir to present her virginity to her new
husband: all white lace, silk, and chiffon.  She even shaved off all her
sparse red hair from her pubic area, not merely to enhance her clean virginal
innocence, but for an other reason as well --one which you'll learn later.

Jim had also pictured things VERY differently than they were turning out. He'd
pictured sweeping his bride from her feet, carrying her across the threshold
of their bridal suite...  He'd pictured her swooning --finally-- at his
masculine sinew as he took charge of her deflowering.  Oh, he was a little
concerned --given his past performance with other ladies-- that his own
performance might not live up to his expectations, but he'd prepared for that;
a liberal --and discreet-- application of "Prolong" cream should do the trick.
Jim wasn't really concerned about Amy's expectations; she was a virgin after
all!  She'd finally convinced him of that.  He'd been suspicious at first, but
why would she withhold after they became engaged, unless her story of that
promise to her dieing father was true.

That promise: to save her virginity for her wedding night had been fulfilled.
It was her wedding night and she was a virgin!  And she was about to loose
that virginity on her bridal bed with her husband in the bridal suite.  But
that's were the conventional picture ends!

Amy looked up into the eyes of the man who was going to deflower her. She
sensed his potency, his unquestionable virility, his sexual confidence.  Her
deep green eyes sparkled with a fire and lust that she'd waited 22 years to
quench.  She looked into the eyes of the man that was going to quench her
desires and in those black-brown eyes she saw a lust that matched her own. She
glanced at his two friends who would be his relief, then back to his powerful
black abdomen, rippled with muscle.  Her pussy tingled with anticipation.  Her
gaze lowered to his black stock, shiny with the KY jelly that would lubricate
the deed.  As she reached for it between her legs, Amy asked her husband
--restrained and gagged under her, his head between and below her spread legs,
"Jim, can you see ok?  Do you need your glasses?  I don't want you to miss
anything, Jim darling!"

Jim whimpered through his gag as he saw Amy's dainty white hand wrap
around--well not quite, her finger tips failed to touch by about an inch-- the
10 plus inch black cock that bobbed above his face.  As the broad purple-black
cock tip touched his new bride's bare, white, virginal pussy lips, Jim tried
to force his eyes to close.

He found closing his eyes no easier to do, than to turn the clock back 36
hours.  Back to when he found out his brother's wife had hired a black male
stripper for Amy's bachelorette party.  Back to when he couldn't get her to
cancel her party --or her attendance to it-- and had to settle for her promise
to be a good girl, even though she didn't understand why the promise was so
important to him --as if she'd ever been anything but good.  Back to when he'd
made a similar promise to her in exchange; how could he have known that his
brother had hired two strippers for his own bachelor party?  Back to when
they'd all taunted him into the bedroom with those... ladies!  Back to the
wedding reception this afternoon when a careless remark had spilled the beans.
Back just hours to any number of points in time when he might have said
something differently --anything-- that would have made Amy understand it
wasn't the same thing!

Jim was fuming inside!  Had been for 36 hours!  He was pissed: at his damned
brother's damned wife!  At Amy for going to her party when he said she
shouldn't!  At those whores and all his buddies and his brother for making it
happen last night.  At his brother again at the reception for making the
comment about the `30 second wonder!' --how the fuck could Amy have understood
that?  At Amy again for threatening this very thing... and then DOING IT!  And
these black guys for going along with this demented act!  And for having such
big cocks! Yes, Jim was pissed at everyone but JIM!  He even reeled inside
when one of the black guys watching made the next declaration, "I don't think
ya'll need to worry 'bout O'Jim boy there; he's got himself an erection!  Yes,
I do believe that's what that is: an fucking little white erection!"

Perhaps if we rolled back a little, we could better understand the events of
Amy's wedding night.  By the beginning of her sophomore year she deduced that
she might well be the only virgin in her whole dorm, certainly she was the
only one in the "beautiful" crowd.  She actually dreaded being discovered as
one; the pressure to be sexually active came from all directions.

Many of her friends were jealous when she was asked out by the star running
back, Tom.  He was a well chiseled specimen: thick black hair and slate gray
eyes.  He could have modeled.  He'd taken her to a party at a frat house;
booze was everywhere as were semi-nude bodies in various states of passion.
Amy usually didn't put herself into this kind of position, but this guy was so
gorgeous.  Her friends had hinted that this jock was not one to turn down,
even on the first date, at least not if you'd like to be asked out by him
again or any of his friends; he could have his pick.  She knew exactly what
was coming when the library room he was going to show her turned out to be a
vacant frat bedroom.  She used the "solemn oath to my dieing father" argument
that had worked so many times before... and he didn't believe it!  Tom was
livid!  Amy was scared she might actually be raped.  He accused her of being a
prick tease.  "How do you figure that?  I haven't done anything to lead you
on!"

"You went out with me!  Everybody knows I score on the first date!"

"Well, not with me you don't!"

"Look, my friends know I'm up here with you... If word got out I didn't nail
you, my reputation would be ruined and I guarantee you, you'd never get a date
from any of my friends... and I've got plenty!  Now loosen up, grow up, and
become a woman!"  With that Tom had maneuvered Amy against the wall; his hands
pushing up on her sweater to grope her tits.  Amy snapped.  Later She didn't
remember thinking about kneeing him before it happened, but suddenly her knee
was buried in his groin.  His breath left him in a beer smelly blast in her
face.  He was already on his knee when hers struck a second time.  Amy was on
her way to the door before he hit the floor.

Amy knew that was the end of her dating career, at least with anyone who knew
anyone in this crowd.  She almost went ahead and admitted to her friends that
she was a virgin; what the hell --her social life was over anyway.  Then the
strangest thing happened: Jeff, another member of the football team called and
asked her out.  This was crazy!  Amy accepted just to find out why he asked.

It didn't take long.  With Jeff's first attempt to cop a feel, Amy knew it was
time to explain her virginity.  He laughed.  At first Amy figured he, like
Tom, didn't believe her; then he revealed that Tom was telling anyone who
asked that, "You were `okay, not the best, but okay.'  Look, Amy, the guy's a
legend in his own mind.  If he admitted he didn't score with you, his
reputation would be ruined!"

"That bastard!  So he's telling people we did it?  That SOB!"

"Now I didn't say that.  His exact words were, `She's okay, got's some moves,
not the best, but okay.'  Now that's not explicitly saying you two... you
know, did it!"

"Only moves he saw from me was my knee in his groin, then the side of his
head!  That SOB!"  Jeff laughed.  Amy studied him.  "Aren't you upset?  I
mean, if you asked me out expecting..."

"Relax, you're safe with me... I say he had it coming.  Damn, I'd like to have
seen that!"

"I guess I should be grateful he didn't blab I was a frigid fish! Sometimes
this virginity shit is a social stigma!"

"Well, we can cure that easy enough!"  Her look made him rethink that. "Sorry!
Couldn't resist!  Some guys gunna be a lucky SOB on his wedding night."

Amy leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.  "Thank you!"

He held her face in his hands and kissed her lightly on the lips, "Your
secrets safe."  He released her with a smile.  "Hay, you want to get to Tom's
head?"  She brightened at the question.  "Go out with me again.  When he asks
--and he will-- I'll say something like `You're right, Tom!  She's got some
excellent moves!'  And if he presses the issue, I'll say, `Hay Tom, you know a
gentleman doesn't kiss and tell!' and I won't, but the fact that we're going
out again will drive him crazy!  `Sides, I bet we can have some fun together,
NO PRESSURE, honest!"

Amy liked it.  By their third date she also liked Jeff.  He didn't pressure
her.  They necked, petted some.  Jeff let Amy set the pace. She really was
very passionate.  By their 6th date Amy wondered if she was going to be able
to keep her promise.  Not because Jeff was pressuring her; her own body was.
Amy made a very conscious decision. She called Jeff and asked if they could go
for a walk.

"Jeff, you've been super.  It's not fair to you, I know.  If half the lines I
heard over the years about what it does to a guy not to... you know... have an
orgasm after being aroused is true, then you've been hurting some."

"That's assuming you've aroused me."

Amy studied his face until he couldn't keep it straight any more. Slapping his
arm playfully, Amy said, "You bum!  I may be a virgin, but I'm not totally
naive!  I guess I'm saying that maybe I haven't been totally fair to you."

"Amy, is this some graceful way of telling me you don't want to see me any
more?  Before you answer, let me say that we HAVE accomplished what we set out
to do; Tom's squirming every time I see him.  I'm not admitting anything, and
he isn't either.  It's great!"

"Oh, I know!  He won't even look at me when we pass on campus...

"But, no, a let down is not what this is about.  I want to see you now because
I like you.  I have since the beginning.  Those necking sessions were not part
of an act to get back at Tom.  I hope they weren't for you..."

"They weren't!  You're a great gal!  Like I said our first date: `Some guy's
gunna be a lucky SOB on his wedding night.'  So, where was this conversation
headed when you started it?"

"Well, what I've decided --and I wanted to tell you now instead of in the heat
of some necking session-- is that I know there are... things we can do... ah,
that, ah... well, you know... that won't take my virginity in a technical way,
but won't leave you with... what do they call them?..."

"Blue balls?"  Amy nodded.  Jeff laughed.  "Amy, I don't think I'm going to
shock you when I say that I have, after several of our dates, done exactly
what I hope you have: I've masturbated to relieve the sexual tension."

Amy blushed.  "Me?"  They looked at each other.  Amy was the first to break.
She laughed falling into his arms.  Finally when their laughter subsided
enough, Amy looked up into Jeff's blue eyes with her own green ones and said,
"Can we do each other?  Would you teach me? Without taking my virginity?"

"Madam, it would be an honor and extreme pleasure!"

Before the evening was over Amy had discovered new realms of pleasure. She
discovered she loved to have her breasts suckled and that someone else's
fingers felt much better on your clitoris than your own.  She also held a real
live penis for the first time.  "It's so BIG!" she exclaimed as they set on
the edge of his bed.

"Well, I'm glad your impressed, but honestly, it's not much bigger than
average.  An old girl friend measured it once: 6-3/4 inches; average is
between 5-1/2 to 6-1/2 or so they say."

"Was she a virgin?  Did it hurt her?  I'm sorry, that's not fair to ask about
your former girl friends."  Amy was slowly stroking his shaft with her palm,
unsure how to handle it.

"It's ok.  It's not like you know Karen or anything.  She was my high-school
steady.  And yeah, it hurt a little the first time, I guess.  They say it
usually does, but she was ready... and came back for more.  Sorry, that
sounded a little crude....And Amy, it's ok to wrap your fingers around
it....Yeah, that's it."

"What became of her?  If that's too nosy..."

"It's ok.  She went to a different college; wants to be a nurse.  We agreed it
was unrealistic to not date others.  We still write and are close... friends;
you know.  You're a natural at that."

"What?  Oh!"  She'd been stroking his cock up and down quite handily. "It's
neat!  Kind'a hot!  It's hard to imagine a girl taking on one much bigger...
How big do they come any way?"

"I assume you mean size?"  Amy gave him a what-else-is-there look, then
blushed.  "Well, I've seen a few prono movies that had guys 9, maybe 10
inches.  I've heard rumors of 12, but that's likely just bragging or
exaggeration."

"Holy shit!  I can't imagine!"

"Now remember, babies manage the passage, so I think things are fairly
malleable in there."

Amy blushed again, thinking about --and picturing Jeff thinking about-- her
own internal female anatomy.  "Yeah, but they say child birth is the most
painful of natural human experiences!"

"I wouldn't argue against that... Amy, do you want to get each other off?  If
you do, we need to get more comfy, and agree not to talk about old girl
friends, Tom, female capacity, or big cocks... Well, I guess the later would
be ok if it helps feed a fantasy you have and that helps you get over the
top."  Amy knew exactly what he meant. Jeff was removing his clothes, all of
them.

"Sorry, I was just curious I guess."  Jeff got into his bed.  Amy stole a few
glances at his manhood before he covered himself to the waist.  Her own blouse
was open, bra undone and jean shorts unzipped. She felt clumsy.  "Can I keep
my panties on?  I'd be more comfortable, I think."

"Sure, but you've got to trust me and relax.  I won't do anything to pop your
cherry as the saying goes.  You've got me almost as committed to your promise
to your dad as you are!"  Amy leaned over and kissed him.  "Do you need help
undressing?"  His hands helped her remove her blouse and bra.  She did her own
jean shorts and spun around into the invitation of raise covers Jeff gave her.
Discovery number 17 (or there about): Naked bodies feel REALLY good against
each other!  "You left your socks on." Jeff said as she rubbed her feet on his
lower legs.

"Cold feet I guess."  Jeff smiled at all the meanings that could be placed to
that.

"Let me see if I can warm you."  His kiss was gentle.  "You are special, Amy!"
She melted.

Amy's kiss back was more urgent.  "I've never trusted a guy like I do you!"
Soon they were lost in passionate kisses with lots of tongue exploration. Jeff
moved to her neck and then her breasts.  Amy's nipples were hard and standing
out almost half an inch.  Soon she could take no more of that and pulled Jeff
up so she could reach his manhood that was leaving wet trails around her
thighs.  Quickly the urgency of each was matched by the mutual manipulation of
the other's genitalia.  Jeff fought the temptation to use his fingers IN her;
he concentrated on her clit, making only teasing forays gently up and down her
slit occasionally for lubrication --it was spread nicely.

Amy was soon beside herself, lost in the undiscovered feelings rushing through
her.  Her passion feed Jeff's and he wished he'd thought to bring a hand
towel.  With his free hand he was able to reach for a handful of tissue in
time; glad he was using his trapped hand on her clit.  Amy didn't even notice;
she was gone, having fallen over the mountain!  It had never felt like this
under her own hand.  Jeff was relieved she'd made it before his own release
into the tissue.  Amy had gotten clumsy at the last but that was
understandable and he was past the point of no return.

Jeff took his hand from her panties and wrapped it around her neck and down
her back.  Amy saw him remove the wad of tissue as she caught her breath on
his chest.  She was a little disappointed he'd spent in a tissue; her
curiosity about the much giggled about male ejaculate would have to wait
another time.  She smiled a little to herself as she felt his shaft match what
she herself felt at that instant: a luxurious going limp sensation.  Amy knew
there would be more times with Jeff if she had her way.  She gave his shaft a
last affectionate squeeze and pulled her hand up his taut abdomen, stopping to
play with his chest curls in front of her own nose.

"Well, was it good for you, Amy?"

She purred, "Ummmm!  You know it was!  And you?"

"No blue balls tonight!"

"Next time, will you show me what to do with your...your cum?"

"Ummm!"  Jeff decided to let that wait until then.  "I'm glad you want a next
time!"

"Do you think this is violating my promise to my dad?"

"I'm sure there are some who would argue that you're violating the intent of
his requirement of you.  But I doubt a loving dad would deny his girl --at age
19-- the right to explore and discover her body and it's pleasures so she'll
be better prepared for that special night."

"I like that line of thought, Jeff!"  Amy almost said, `I love you,' but
didn't; what if he didn't feel the same.

Jeff smiled.  He would have said more, but he was unsure how Amy really felt
about him.  Was he just a convenient, nonthreatening guy that had stumbled
into a way to help her get back at a jerk?  And was he now simply being used
for a little sex ed?  He'd already been rather hurt by a separation from his
first love.  He'd just hold it close a while and enjoy things with Amy as they
came along.

And come along they did.  On their 3rd session, the following week, Amy took
off her panties before swinging herself under the covers. "Kept your socks,
huh?"

"I thought maybe you'd like to take them off of me!"

"Well, the panties might have been more fun, but hay!"  And with that he'd
pulled the sheet over his head and was literally diving for her feet.  Amy
laughed and squirmed her legs in mock attempt at escape, being careful not to
kick at anything important.  Jeff made quick work of her socks and was kissing
around her feet and ankles.  She had dainty feet.  He liked that.

He kissed his way up, giving both legs equal attention.  Ever modest, Amy held
her legs tightly together, her hips turned to the side away from him.  He
still kissed each thigh, just below her hips, his breath hot on her pubic
area.  "OH!  She IS a natural red head!"

"With my eyes, fair skin and freckles, did you have any doubt?"

"No!"  He kissed her lower abdomen just above her sparse light red triangle.

She watched this hunched over mountain under the sheet, knowing his face was
inches from her pussy.  He pulled her pelvis flat on the bed and kissed the
inside curve of her pelvis at each thigh.  Amy tensed. "Come here so I can
feel you."

"Not through here yet.  Trust me, Amy."  The last said with such confidence
and certainty, it was the most natural thing, when he nudged her knees apart,
to let her legs fall open, any pretense of resistance gone.

His first lick and kiss were little more than a hot breath.  Amy's hands
clutched the sheet to her chest as her legs fill open even more. "What are you
doing to me?" her words broken, almost a whisper.

"Relax.  My tongue won't break it."  Jeff smiled to himself as he maneuvered
between her legs.  He'd never eaten a virgin before.  He and Karen had lost
their virginity together a week before they tired oral sex for the first time.
He could tell before his first taste Amy was sweet!

Amy couldn't believe how rapidly the heat spread throughout her pelvis, loins,
and rest of her being.  If her orgasms by digital manipulation had been like a
slow climb up a mountain to be released on the far side, this was like an
accelerating ski lift, her release at the yet unseen peak seeming to approach
so rapidly there was no sense of control what so ever.  She remembered saying,
"What are you doing to me?" yet again.

Jeff lifted his mouth from its work and asked in return, "Do you want me to
stop?"

Her answer left no doubt:  She threw the sheet off her overheated body and
grabbed both sides of his blonde head, pulling it firmly back to what he'd
started.  She looked before the sparklers started going off and saw Jeff's
nose parting her red curls and could see a smile in his eyes.  Her head feel
back, eyes closed, as her body was racked by explosion after explosion!  That
release on at the mountain top was on a giant sky jump that hurtled her into
space.

She heard a scream and another, then Jeff saying "Shhhh!  Amy!  The buildings
gunna think you're dieing!"  Her hands left Jeff's head and covered her own
mouth to stifle the last wail that she couldn't keep from escaping.
Thankfully, Jeff's mouth had returned to its task.  Or had her pussy returned
to his mouth?  She became aware that her pelvis was lifted off the bed, turned
to one side and that one leg had Jeff in a rather effective head lock.  Her
other leg was draped across his back.  Biting her knuckle, Amy opened her eyes
to see this contorted position her body had assumed.  She was please to see
Jeff was still conscious and breathing... and still had a smile in his eyes.

As she took several slow deep breaths, Amy untangled her legs from Jeff,
releasing his head.  He gave a final gentle kiss at the top of her slit as he
lowered her hips to his mattress.  Amy's body jerked in an aftershock,
bringing smiles to both their faces.  "Holy shit!  What was that you did to
me?"

Jeff raised his brows as he crawled up next to her, not quite believing she
didn't have a general knowledge of oral sex if not the carnal kind.  "That my
dear lady, was cunnilingus, i.e.: oral sex, male on female style!"

"So that's what that's about!"

"You like?" "Did I embarrass myself?"

"Only if security busts in here in the next few minutes to see who was being
attacked!"

"Well, I think a girl could get hooked on that!"

"I'll take that as a compliment!"

"You should!...Ah... I've heard there's a female on male version of that.  Is
that something you would... ah, enjoy... you know, enjoy me doing to you?"

"It's called felatio.  And yes, I would enjoy it very much, but only if you
want to do it.  I mean, don't feel obligated just because I did you..."

"Enough of that.  I want to.  I want you to teach me!"  Amy was already
scooting down to lean across his loins.  She'd grown comfortable with his
organ in the past week, handling it like a pro; she smiled as she wrapped her
hand around it.  "Looks like he's excited about the prospect of being in my
mouth."

"That's true, but he also liked it when my mouth was eating your pussy!"

"Really!  Do all guys like that?"

"Amy, I can't say that.  But I think most do.  Those that don't, either
haven't tried it, choose their partner poorly, or are dumb." "Does it taste
bad?"

"Which?  Pussy or cock?"

"Oh, sorry.  Pussy."

"I can't vouch for all, but I'd say if hygiene has been reasonable; no.  I
thought you were VERY sweet!  I sure enjoyed doing you very much."

"Thank you!"

"On the other hand, not all gals like doing it to guys."

"I know that.  Some of the gals talk about it." "I'd like to be a mouse for
that conversation.  What do they say?"

"Some carry on that it's so nasty they'd never do it!  Others say they love
it!  One gal says she likes it better than intercourse, but only if the guys
doing her too!  I can understand that, based on what you did to me!...What do
I do?"

"Jesss!  I've never given lessons before... treat it like a ice-cream cone
part of the time, then a pop-sickle."  Jeff used the towel to wipe away the
pearly drop that Amy had been watching get bigger.  She was a little
disappointed.  He kind'a left the hand towel --like they'd been keeping handy
for each session-- where she could get it easily.  Was he merely considerate
or was it expected she'd finish him in the towel?  She hoped he'd provide
instruction later.

Amy gently kissed it on the side under the crown.  She was a little surprised
by the softness of the outer skin and it's heat.  She tested the taste with a
few swipes around the head, treating it as he said: like an ice-cream cone.
Jeff's groan communicated his pleasure thus far.  Amy tried to distinguish its
taste from the rest of him; it was subtle if there at all.  Amy tested her
ability to take it in her mouth by covering the crown.  She was careful to
cover her teeth with her lips; she let her tongue lave back and forth across
the crown. Jeff groaned again.  Amy noted the contrasting feel of the soft
outer skin and firm texture of the underling tissue.

Amy's hand began to take part also.  Jeff hadn't told her to, but it seemed to
come naturally after their week of manual stimulation. Adding a slight sucking
to the cock head also seemed natural; Amy wondered if it was Jeff's pop sickle
analogy or something more primitive.  More groaning from Jeff.  Amy forced her
lips down past the ridge of the crown.  Jeff groaned.  Her mouth seemed to be
open so far it hurt a little.  She allowed her lips to slide off her teeth;
this was a little easier, but she didn't want to bite him.  Amy allowed her
mouth to assume the same tempo as her hand around his shaft.

Amy heard a whimper; it was her own.  Her pulse rate had risen also. As Amy
got past the mechanics of the process she was discovering that it was exciting
in its own way.  This was, after all, a rather intimate way to show affection
for the male organ... and the male attached to it.  Or was it visa versa?  Amy
decided it really didn't matter; with Jeff, she felt it was becoming a focus
on the male himself, as opposed to the organ itself.  But it did occur to her
that the act was exciting enough, she could see how it could be done for the
organ itself, and the rush it provided the doer.  All of these thoughts
spinning around in her head as she picked up a rhythmic bobbing motion, taking
a little more shaft in her mouth. "Amy, not quite so much teeth, Sweety.
You're doing great though!"

"Oh, I sorry!  It gets a little hard to keep my mouth open far enough I can
protect you from my teeth with my lips."

"It's ok to graze the shaft some with your teeth.  It's even ok to nibble a
little but not while you're... you know, moving up and down."

Amy had been testing the taste while she took a break from sucking to talk to
him.  She realized her mouth --and looking at his shaft, it too-- was wetter,
slipperier than spittle alone would explain.  She deduced that the fluid she'd
watch form that droplet had continued to leak.  She licked and smacked her
lips a little; she decided it tasted good.  "I'll try to do better."

Jeff chuckled a little, then groaned his approval as Amy once again wrapped
her lips around his cock head.  She did do better this time. Soon Jeff's
breathing as elevated along with his pulse rate.  Amy wasn't unaroused
herself; her own breathing got deeper as she worked on the rhythm of breathing
and the bobbing action on his shaft, while preventing her teeth from doing
more than lightly grazing his shaft. And she had this urge to use a hand on
her own pussy, especially that sweet spot Jeff had helped her get much better
acquainted with.  But she didn't.  Instead she decided to concentrate on
Jeff's responses; learn to read him.

There was so much to read: his breathing, facial expressions, subtle movements
and squirmings of his hips, grunts and groans, muscle tension in his thighs,
and what he was doing with his hands. Sometimes his hands clutched at the bed
covers, sometimes rested or slowly stroked his chest or abdomen, but what Amy
liked the best was when he stroked her hair or the side of her face.

Amy was picking up the speed now having fallen into a comfortable rhythm and
keying on Jeff's arousal.  Amy new it was getting close. She wished he would
give her some instruction about his ejaculate; what was the proper etiquette?
Jeff's hand moved the cloth toward her right before he announced, "I'm close,
Amy!  So close; don't stop yet. Keep jacking it!  Oh god!"  Amy took the cloth
from him; if that was the proper thing to do, at least she was going to
control it and finally get a look at what happened when a guy came!  "Yes!
Here it cums!  Aaaaggghhhhhh!"

Amy had neatly arranged the cloth on his abdomen to catch his ejaculate and
then gasped as the first two pulses shot past it up on to his chest.  Her eyes
were wide as she watched from just to the side.  She could almost hear it
squirt and splat.  As the third surging rope shot out of his slit Amy had
aimed it down more almost flattening the shaft against his abdomen.  It was
however more a function of the diminishing spurts that caused it to land on
the cloth, rather than her aim.  Jeff's hand intervened and elevated his cock
to about a 70 degree angle.  Amy saw the last of his spurts arc 1 or 2 inches
before landing on the cloth, then a dribble that quickly spread through her
fingers wrapped around the shaft.  "Wow!  There's so much of it!  Sorry I made
a mess; I didn't know!"

"Wow's what I say!  Sorry, I should have warned you better."

"No, it was neat really!  Do all guys come that much?"

"Jess... I don't know; maybe a little less, a little more, about the same I
guess!" Amy had finally gotten her look at male ejaculate.  Based on what she
heard she had expected it to be whiter and less... lumpy.  She had an urge to
taste it, but Jeff was already cleaning it up with the towel.  Amy sensed a
certain level of self-consciousness in Jeff.

"Are you ok?  I mean YOU act embarrassed about your cum.  I thought
embarrassment was my job!"

"No I'm not!  I mean,...well maybe a little.  Who said you had an exclusive on
embarrassment?"

"I didn't mean anything by it... beyond, relax, you've sure brought me
along... Or did I do something wrong?  Besides lousy aim and underestimating
its range?"

"NO!  You're fine!...It's just an intimate thing, you know your cum."

"You know what?  I think this whole sex thing is full of intimate potholes.
Look at me earlier, shirking loud enough to peel paint! Let's make a deal: no
embarrassment from now on.  And we need to be able to talk about anything."

Jeff wondered who was instructor and who was student.  "Deal!"  Jeff got a
warm wash rag to finish cleaning himself and included a gentle wipe to Amy's
crotch.  She thought it more a nice gesture than a necessary one.  As he
finished, Jeff said, "One of the things we should probably talk about is that
next week is the last we'll have before summer break."

"I know, and of course it's finals week, cramming and all.  Think we can make
some time?  You know, therapy to lower tension levels during finals week
couldn't hurt, right?"

Jeff couldn't help but chuckle a little.  For a virgin, Amy was proving to be
very sexual indeed.  "Sounds like a plan to me!... But Amy, I guess I was
needing to talk beyond next week a little."

"Well, I assumed you're going home.  What is it?  6 - 7 hour drive?"

"A fairly honest 8 hours actually.  And you're, what, 45 minutes the other
direction?  Wish I lived that close."  Jeff handed Amy some of her clothes and
began putting his own on.

"We won't see each other over the summer, well we?" Amy said with a pout.

"We can write and talk on the phone though.  Have you got a summer job lined
up?"

"Probably work at the city pool again.  You?"

"Back with my cousin doing landscaping likely....Amy... there's something
else... You know Karen and I write... In her last letter she said she really
missed me and wanted us to get together over the summer."

Amy took a deep breath and sat back on the bed.  She suddenly felt naked and
clutched her blouse to her chest.  "You still love her, don't you?"

"There's still a lot of feelings there.  I'm telling you because I think it's
important for us to be honest." "Thanks.  I appreciate that.  Really....And I
knew I had no claim on you."  Jeff sat and took her hand.  "Is it ok to be a
little jealous of Karen?  I mean, that is being honest right?"

"Well, there's nothing to be jealous of yet."

Amy knew he meant in the physical, problem was she meant the emotional: the
love.  "Would it have made a difference if...we'd gone all the way?"

"That kind of `what if' probably isn't fair or valid.  I know this, if we had,
you'd be upset with yourself and probably with me for breaking your promise to
your dad.  I doubt we could have handled that in the long term.  You are very
special to me, Amy!  Exactly as you are!  If you weren't special I wouldn't
feel such a need to be honest."  Jeff had started helping her dress.

Amy tried to put forward a stiff upper lip.  "So, does this mean we're
divorced or can we go do some pizza?  I'll buy!"

"How could I turn that down!  And no, it means nothing more than what I've
told you.  There's no promises made between Karen and I.  It may not work out
at all; we're not the same teen-agers that went off to different schools 2
years ago."

The thought of finals week without Jeff and his sex ed classes was so
depressing to Amy, she took Jeff a copy of her finals schedule and they made a
schedule of their own.  They were going to have 3 sessions and Amy decided to
put the summer out of her mind, best she could, finals were distracting
enough.  She would just exist from one test to the next and one session to the
next with Jeff.

The first session with Jeff was Monday night.  It was almost a repeat of their
first oral session, except she did him first.  She actually liked that even
more, as doing him really turned her on somehow.  Amy finished Jeff into the
towel without making a mess.  She immediately wondered what it would be like
to finish him in her mouth; she remembered the strength of it as it was hurled
upward.

Jeff was running late for their second session; It was on Tuesday. When they
looked at the clock Amy know there wasn't time to relieve both of them. "Sense
we're so rushed, how about I just do you?"

"That wouldn't be fair.  Wait, I know!  We'll do each other!  69!" "69? That's
where we get...?" Amy's hands were flying madly trying to say in gestures what
her mouth couldn't get out.

"That's correct, and you'll be on top!"  Amy liked that!

It would have been funny to watch: clothes were flying as they prepared
themselves.  It almost became a race.  Even though she was going to be on top,
Amy made a giggling finish of getting on the bed first.  Jeff protested,
"That's not fare, you cheated, you left your soaks on!"  He stood at the edge
of the bed, his hands on his hips and his rigid member bobbing in front of
him.

"But I thought you liked to take them off?"  Amy got on her hands and crawled
the foot necessary to reach his cock with her mouth.

"Oh my!  Find something you want?" Amy moaned her agreement.  Jeff thought,
`Yes, for a virgin this gal is HOT!' then said, "Well, let me get down and get
to you!"  Amy guided him to the mattress under her, glad he in turn guided her
legs to each side and her pelvis to his face.

Amy looked up at the clock; they had 22 minutes before her next final was
scheduled to start and it was a 5 minute walk.  Give 5 minutes to dress and
groom; this needed to be fast!  Amy got right to work.  Jeff did too.  He was
amazed at how wet she was.

Not another word was spoken as they climbed the mountain together. The sound
and rhythm of their breathing and groans of arousal the only gauge of their
progress.  If there was ever a case of a clear goal pursued by mutual, maximum
effort, this was it!  The obvious arousal of the other feed their own!  Amy
was sensing Jeff's approach as well as her own.  Just as he swelled a little,
but noticeable degree, several things happened: Amy knew she was about to get
her first taste of male cum, that triggered her own orgasmic rush, then Jeff
was shoving a handful of tissues in her face.  Amy was thankful she was
crashing in her own orgasm as she dealt with the intruder.  He must not want
it in my mouth she told herself as she covered the end of his swollen shaft
with the tissue.  She held his shaft tightly to her check and felt it pulse
into the tissue; she was a little disappointed her mouth wasn't receiving his
seed.

They coasted back down together.  Amy was still amazed at how Jeff's shaft
began to deflate almost immediately.  She looked up at the clock.  Three
minutes to spare.  As she lifted her weight from him Amy said, "Wow!  Is their
a record for speed in getting each other off? We just did it in 9 minutes!"

"I don't know of an official record, but my guess is that it would be measured
in seconds instead of minutes."

"Oh my god!  I can't imagine.  Some of my girl friends talk about guys cumming
that fast, but I've never heard of a gal cumming that quickly!"

"Oh, the gal too?!  We'll yeah, I guess that is different.  I mean she'd need
to be ready...you know, before they start."  They were already getting Amy
dressed; Jeff helped because she was the one in a rush.

Amy brushed her hair as she said, "Jeff, Thursday won't be as rushed will it?
It would be nice if we could make our last time before summer break extra
special!"

"I'll be done at 4, so as far as I'm concerned we'd have all night if we need
it."

Amy's pussy twitched a little at the thought.  "And I'm through at 3! I like
it already!...Got to run!"  She leaned over and kissed Jeff still on his bed.
She could taste herself on his mouth.  She once again almost said, `I love
you!' but didn't.

Jeff flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.  His head and heart
spun as he worked over his situation.  Karen's recent letters made it clear
she wished to get together with him as soon as they each got home for summer
break.  He felt deeply for Amy and didn't want to hurt her.  Whatever their
last night together brought Jeff was determined to make sure Amy didn't have
any heartbreaking expectations as they parted for the summer.

As Amy made her way for her biology final she realized she could still taste
Jeff in her mouth.  She curiously didn't regret not having cleaned her mouth.
Amy decided whatever their last night together brought she was determined to
taste Jeff completely.

Amy was waiting at 4 on Thursday for Jeff on the steps to his building.  She
took his hand and they kissed.  Amy started to go in, but Jeff pulled her back
a second.  "Amy, I'm starved!  How about some pizza?"

As they walked to the pizza parlor they talked about finals and how they
thought they were doing.  Jeff was amazed that Amy didn't feel the need to
cram and felt she was getting straight A's.  Well she always did.

Amy flirted constantly as they waited for the pizza.  Jeff finally said, "Amy
there's something I wanted to talk with you about..."

"I kind'a wanted to talk with you too....You first."

"You know I think your special.  Some guys gunna be..."

"...a lucky SOB, I know!"  Amy almost said, I wish you'd be that SOB. "Well,
if that's so, it'll be at least partially do to your excellent
instruction!...But Jeff,...you mean more to me than that."

"And you do to me too!...That's why I've got to be honest... I don't know how
things are gunna work out back home....You know, with Karen... I just didn't
want you...If she wants to --and I think she does-- I'm going to see her
romantically again.  I owe it to myself.  Given the feelings I had and still
have for her, if I didn't, I'd always wonder....None of that diminishes how I
feel about you, but like I said, I owe it to you to be honest."

"I appreciate that.  You are special.  You'll always be special to me. I mean,
you have in every way but the act itself been the one to take my virginity...
I think I'll always remember you as my first."

Jeff smiled.  "Can we say, `I was almost your first'?"

"I guess.  Jeff,...now I'm wondering if it would have been different if we...
you know: had gone ALL the way?"

"That's a tough question, Amy.  Probably not fair to either of us. We've
shared some extremely intimate moments.  I don't know if that final act would
have separated me from my feelings for Karen or not. You're a very passionate
woman.  I'd prefer not to compare you two on that level."

"I guess it's something I'll always wonder about."

"Don't make it sound so final.  I'll let you know how things are going.  Stay
in touch, if it's ok with you.  And I'd like to know how you're doing.  I just
don't want you waiting for me with any unrealistic expectations... you know,
before you see someone else."

"I hope we can stay close.  You are special to me.  Can we go...?"

"As long as you promise not to try to lose your virginity to me today. --My
god!  I can't believe what I just said!"

"Jeff I'll renew that promise I made to my dad to you right now: I'll be a
virgin on my wedding night!  I hope who ever I marry is as sweet as you!...I
really do want to go to your room though... That's what I wanted to talk with
you about... I do want to do something I haven't done yet..."

"What's that, Amy?"

"Jeff, would it be bad if I wanted to taste you... your cum?"

"You mean would it taste bad?"

"No, would it make me a bad girl?"

"Goodness no!"

"Then how come you haven't let me... You've always got that damn towel so
close at hand."

"I'm sorry, I... I just... I mean I didn't want to force... would never force
anyone... But hay!  If you'd like to!  Jess, Amy, there probably isn't a
bigger compliment to a guy's sexuality!"

For Amy the pizza couldn't get done fast enough.  And once it arrived,
couldn't get eaten fast enough.  Somehow as they made their way back across
compass, hand-in-hand, both Amy and Jeff knew this would be the last time they
would be together intimately.  Amy refused to let that feeling make her
morose.  Jeff was also relieved.  It wasn't easy to ease out of a relationship
like this, strange as it was, and he'd actually expected there wouldn't be any
intimacy at all this evening once he'd told her about Karen and his plans.

Back in his room there was no rush.  Amy finally let Jeff take her panties off
of her.  He made a big production out of it, kneeling on the floor by his bed
and finishing with his face in her very wet virginal pussy.  He left her socks
on; she thought that was sweet.

Amy didn't let Jeff take her to orgasm... not yet.  She took Jeff's hand and
guided him to change places with her.  Now she got to take his briefs off of
him.  Jeff touched her check gently as she welcomed him into her mouth. "Don't
you want to 69?"

"I want it this way first!  Will you still do me after?"

"Absolutely!  Oh yeah!  And Aammmmmyyyyyy, you're getting gooood! Really
good!"  She was going after his cock like she did the pizza earlier.

Amy smiled to herself as she sucked him in.  `He may not want to compare Karen
and I on this level, but I'll give him something to measure against, just in
case it ever comes up!'

And it was certainly up right now.  Jeff felt it building.  There is something
psychological about knowing a sweet sexy gal, sucking your cock, is doing so
because she wants to taste you --wants your juice in her mouth.  Those types
of blow jobs are rare, at least in Jeff's experience --knowing from the get-go
that she wants your cum in her mouth.  What if she didn't follow through?  He
hadn't gotten a towel this time; not after Amy's complaint about `that damn
towel' earlier. No, Amy would just have to deal with it herself.  Jeff
wondered if he was going to cum too soon to suit.  But Amy was going after it
like it was her last meal.  Maybe it would be her last with him.

Amy was a little amazed at how aroused this act was making her!  Sure he had
her aroused before she started, but this was really turning her on; going for
the juice!  She felt like a simple touch between her legs would have pushed
her over.  Or even rubbing her legs together. She wanted to maintain more
control than that.  And talk about control, what was Jeff holding back for?
Amy thought he was getting close several times; his squirming, breathing, even
the swelling in his shaft indicated he was close!  But no, he didn't squirt.

Jeff was beginning to wonder if he could do it: cum in her mouth. Watching her
red hair and green eyes, her stretched lips, spittle dripping from her chin
and running down his shaft, and her concave checks were all urging him to pop.
But it just wouldn't happen.  As much as he wanted it, as much as she wanted
it, something in his head wouldn't let it go.  Damn he was close!

Amy began stopping every so often.  It looked like her jaw hurt a little and
it did.  That didn't help Jeff any.  On her pauses Amy started to beg, "Cum
for me, Jeff!"  Suck awhile.  "Cum on!  Squirt in my mouth!"  Suck some more.
"I want to taste it!"  Jeff closed his eyes; maybe that would help.  He
listened to her urgings.  "Let it go! Fill my mouth!  I want it!"

Jeff felt Amy was beginning to get frustrated; he knew he was!  "Let me help,
Amy.  You're working too hard!"  He wrapped his own hand around his cock.  She
didn't relinquish it from her own, just let them overlap.  He started jacking
off.  Amy accepted his offer and quit sucking so much, resting a little with
her mouth at his crown.  She would occasionally slip her tongue under his cock
head or make a swipe across his still leaking slit.  Sometimes she would purse
her lips as if puckering for a kiss, and just let his hand motions move his
cock head around on her lips.  This went on for some time.

Just as Jeff was beginning to wish he could last this long with conventional
coitus it happened!  Almost with no warning.  "Oh, god! Amyiiiii!  Here it
isssss!"

She opened wide to received her prize.  She whimpered and closed her mouth
over the end of his pulsing shaft.  She felt it splashing at the back of her
mouth and on her tongue.  She felt her mouth fill with his thick seed.  She
felt herself cum!  Without being touched she convulsed with orgasmic release
as she swallowed his warm juice.  Amy purred as she nuzzled onto his spending
shaft.  A contented smile filled both their faces as his cock went limp in her
nursing mouth.

Jeff pulled Amy up to snuggle with him.  "Well, was it terrible?"

She smacked her lips.  "Yes, It was terrible... Terrible you made me wait
until our last evening together!  I came."

"You what?" "I came without even touching myself!"

"Wow!  Does that mean I don't get to eat you again?"

"That means you're gun'na have to wait a few minutes....Will you recover so we
can...69?"

"You want some more?"  Amy nodded `yes' into his chest.  "I'll take that as
the ultimate compliment!"

"You may!"

Amy and Jeff 69'd again.  They missed simultaneous orgasms by about 30
seconds.  Amy made it first.  In fact she peaked again as Jeff fucked into her
mouth at his own release.

The following day Jeff helped Amy load her car.  They held each other silently
at his, both fighting tears.  With promises to write and call they kissed a
last time.  Jeff saw her in his rear-view-mirror as he drove away; her hand
was at her mouth swallowing her tears.

Amy sat under a tree until she felt composed enough to start her 45 minute
drive home.  She tried to put up a strong front when Jeff told her during his
calls of the progress of his relationship with Karen. And she wasn't surprised
when he told her he wouldn't be coming back to school; he was going to finish
at a college near Karen's.  As Amy cried herself to sleep that night, she
couldn't help but wonder how differently things might have turned out if it
wasn't for that promise to her dad...






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