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Subject: A Dark Lust Story: Amy's Wedding Night, Chapter 1 (m/f cons) Part 1/2 

If you are under age, read no further; likewise if the subjects
don't interest you.  This fantasy story deals with consentual sex between
adults, interracial sex, mild bondage, forced voyeurism, and humiliation.

   This story, "Amy's Wedding Night," is a fantasy resulting from the
urgings and suggestions of a number of readers of Debby's Dark Lust.

   After an intense last half of the prolog, the first chapter flashes back
to deal with the challenges of trying to stay a virgin while dating and
exploring sexuality.  It has some romantic moments.  This story is set in a
fantasy world without HIV/AIDS and while such behavior has no risk in such
a make believe world, it could be lethal in our real one.  Be SAFE &
responsible in your sexual conduct!!

   (c) 1995 Vic S.  Permission granted to post/distribute electronically
provided it is not for profit and these notices are left intact.

   A Dark Lust Story: Amy's Wedding Night

   Prolog: Amy's Bridal Bed

   Amy and Jim had been an item since 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!"

   Chapter I: Flashback 3 Years - Dating

   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 guy's 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
secret's safe." He released her with a smile.  "Hey, 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, `Hey 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 sat on the edge of his bed.

   "Well, I'm glad you're 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.

   END OF PART 1

   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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