It's Always the Quiet Ones

By Jack

I had been dating Amy for a few weeks before we ever 'slept' together. I had been visiting herapartment, and had stayed a little too late one night, sort of by accident. We slept in our clotheson the floor in the living room. In the morning, I got up, went to my place, showered, and wentto class.

She was a junior college transfer, and I was a graduate assistant. I met her at the bursar's officewhen I went to pick up my check. Every two weeks for the first 2 months of the semester I madesure to get her line for disbursements. She was attractive and tall. She had honey brown hair,green eyes, and she stood an inch shy of six feet tall. Im only 5'10" and had usually been attractedto smaller, petite women. Taller women usually were a turn off for me, because I always thoughtthey looked a little odd, in some regard.

But Amy was just right. She was leggy as can be, with a very small waist. I could almost put myhands entirely around her midsection. Her hips flared nicely and complimented her 36 B breasts. She wasn't flashy, loud, or a showstopper. She was just right.

The first time my roommates and I had a party, we invited most of our grad school friends, and acouple of our neighbors. I made sure Amy knew about it, and drew her a map. She showed upthat night, and I was elated. It was a costume party, and she came as a cow. Incidentally, I cameas a farmer, complete with a blow-up sheep.

I liked treating guests as I would like to be treated, so I made sure there were plenty of suppliesfor buttery nipples (equal parts Baileys Irish Cream and Dr McGillicuttys vanilla schnapps). Amytried one and liked it. She had been a beer girl for too long, she admitted.

Later that night, we had the opportunity to chat on the patio. We discussed her background. Shewas from a small town about 2 hours away from my hometown. She broke up with her boyfriendbefore transferring to our school. She had not dated anybody since she got to school except forone other guy, who had assumed she was an easy date, which turned out to be incorrect ANDtheir last date. I was happy to learn that she was a 'good girl' as opposed to the usual fare oftramps and teases (fun, sure... but like junk food, not good for a steady diet). This girl was fun totalk to, and when she spoke, I didnt feel like I was watching a kid try to sound like an adult(Remember, Im 27 and she is 20).

After our first night of 'sleeping' together, it was clear we could take our relationship to a higherlevel. That weekend, we arranged to go hit golf balls. She loved to play golf, and I enjoyed it,too, so the choice was obvious for us. After a couple of buckets, we went for a walk around thecampus lake. I later showed her where I worked and what I did. She seemed genuinelyinterested, which amazed me. Graduate assistants do not generally have cool jobs. I instructed acouple of labs and graded papers. Remember the detention hall teacher from high school? I wasthe college version.

Later we went to dinner at a pub near my house, and put away a fair amount of wine. There werefour wineries within 50 miles of the town, so we tried a bottle from each. We both liked a sweetwhite wine the best, but we kept the bottles from all that we drank as mementos of the date.

I lived a half mile away from the pub, so we walked down the road to my driveway. I had beenhoping that this would be the night of our first sexual encounter together, and I wasntdisappointed. I fumbled with the keys a bit, due in part to cool Fall temperatures, and also inpart to copious amounts of alcohol still in my bloodstream. The door opened, and I was glad tosee none of the other two occupants were in the living room.

We sat down on the couch, and started talking again. I could see the look in her eyes that wasprobably in mine, and having had some encouragement during dinner in the form of flirtation, Ileaned over and kissed her on the lips. Amy responded passionately, and we soon gravitated tomy room.

I shut the door, and turned around to see her standing at the foot of my bed. She took off hertop, then her sports bra. She had cute breasts with just enough curve to give them a soft, sensuallook. She then shed her shoes and pants, and walked towards me.

I had been undressing myself while she was, as well. She lowered herself to her knees, hooked her index fingers in the front of my underwear, and pulled them down to my ankles, leaving them there. "We cant go all the way," she said, and proceeded to put my semi-erect penis in her mouth. The alcohol had some effect, but I still got hard pretty quickly watching this cute young woman sucking feverishly on my cock.

She was, without a doubt, the best blow job I had received, to date. She would suck and lick onmy shaft, then grab my cock in one hand and jerk in a firm fashion while sucking on my testicles. Her enthusiasm was welcome, but not expected. I was amazed that a younger woman had suchgood technique. I was not complaining.

The alcohol made me relaxed, so I did not cum as quickly as I would normally would have, and Ithink she took that personally. She had an incredibly serious look on her face as she stared at mypenis, stroking and sucking all the while. Being a breast man, I couldnt help but watch her youngtits jiggle with every motion. Eventually I began to cum. I tried to hold it, but she was too goodat what she was doing. The first spurt came out slowly, and she moved her mouth closer to tasteit. The second spurt came out and shot the distance between the tip of my dick and her openmouth. Half hung up on her cheek, but the rest she caught on her tongue. After I finishedblowing my load in her mouth, she leaned back, swallowed visibly, and reached up with her indexto wipe the first spurt into her mouth. She smiled a smile that said "Yum!" and sucked my cockuntil it was clean and semi-erect again.

We didnt have sex because she was on her period, I found out later that night. However, she hadprowess in the sack that equaled her blowing ability. Her one difficulty was that she could onlyhave one orgasm before her vagina became too sensitive for penetration. I could lick her pussyuntil the cows came home, but when it came to having a shaft up her pussy, it was a one-orgasmnight.

Licking Amy's pussy was a new page in my experience book. Her legs were fully 4 inches longerthan mine, and she had a rather large set of pussy lips. I could kiss her thighs for what seemedlike an hour when I went from knee to pubic hair. You cannot compare the view of a woman onher back with her moist pussy squarely in your field of view. Its heaven on earth.

I asked to shave her pussy once, and she allowed me the pleasure. After starting the water, shegot in the tub and leaned back. I took off my shirt and got my razor from the sink. She latheredup some soap and rubbing it on her pubic area. We trimmed and shaved for several minutes untilwe were satisfied with our handy work. She got out of the tub and dried off. I enjoyed the viewwhile she tried on several pairs of underwear, finally settling on a pair of satin ones. She squealedwith delight as she moved around the room, describing the new sensation she was feeling. I waslong-since-hard from watching and playing with her labia, and I began to unbutton my jeans. After shedding my pants, I pushed her back on her bed, and took off her fresh, new panties. Ilicked her pussy for a few minutes, and went to the kitchen for some supplies.

I came back with some strawberry jam, a towel, and some other items, and rubbed some jam onher freshly shaved, hairless pussy. She sqwalked a bit at the cold preserves, but soon lied backdown as I began to lick it off her body. Her labia began to swell as she got closer to coming. Ireached to the supplies and grabbed the vegetable oil in one hand and a plastic spatula in theother.

After her orgasm, I told her to roll over on her tummy and get on all fours. She did so, and Ibegan tonguing her pussy again. While looking sideways from the view of her ass, I rubbed someoil on the spatula. "Relax now... I have another surprise for you, baby," I told her. She giggled adevilish giggle, and I blew gently on her anus, then tickled it lightly with the handle of the spatula. She involuntarily pulled away, but then cautiously pushed her ass back towards me. I ticked,caressed, and rubbed her pussy with my free hand, then tickled her anus again with the handle. She did not pull away this time.

The oil had gathered at the tip of the handle, and transferred itself to her tender asshole. I gentlyprobed her hole until the handle began to slide in with relative ease. She did not object, so Igently rocked it back and forth until it was in about 5 inches. I could see her face in the full lengthmirror across the room Her face was red, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was wide open. She was not bothered by the anal intrusion in the least.

I left the handle buried in her ass, and crawled up on the bed next to her. I rolled over on myback and told her to mount me. She did so, gently, and slid my cock in her soaking, hairless slit. She began to rock and pump herself, and I just laid back on the bed, enjoying the view of this hotyoung woman fucking me with kitchen utensils sticking out her asshole. It was incredible!

I began to get close, and told her so. She was on the pill, but neither of us was willing to chancegetting her knocked up, so I reached down and pinched the base of my dick before I came. Shegently but urgently unmounted me and worked her way down to my swollen, cum filled cock. She grabbed it in one hand and began jacking me off, giving it the intense look of a woman inneed of a protein shake.

My first shot went in the air and landed on her chest. She jerked and stroked, while covering mycock with her mouth. She swallowed my dick down to my nuts and sucked until I was finished. She swallowed again, and began to play with the cum on her tits. She wiped it up after a fewseconds with her index finger, then offered it to me. I declined, and with a look of mockdisappointment, she licked her finger like a melting popsicle.

I got up, and with the towel ready, gently pulled the spatula from her ass. She let out a squealand passed gas as a result of the utensil's exit. We chuckled, and she went to the bathroom toclean up while I washed the dishes and put away the food.

A bit of advice: when you find a woman willing to take things up her ass, do not pass theopportunity to build on your experience. It is the tip of the iceberg! Buy a Polaroid or digitalcamera, and take advantage of your good fortune.