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Amy's Wedding Night, Chapter 1
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 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 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!"


                 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 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.

END OF PART 1