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

 END Chapter 1

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