A Properly Trained Tongue. 01 - Sex Stories

A Properly Trained Tongue. 01

When Brandy had first walked into my life, a couple of years back during college; I never could have or would have anticipated the depths, of absolute sexual depravity that would accompany alongside her innocent smile.

Looking at her you would be hard pressed, to tell she's the kind of girl that she truthfully is deep inside. The essence of what any man could really ask for: Sweet, Kind, Patient, yet Conservative & Professional in her demeanor. But all of that is just a carefully crafted cover-up. What she WANTS the world to see, rather than the twisted, fetish-driven, somewhat sadistically dirty individual, she continuously shows only to ME.. her husband.

We had met only a few years ago, back in college during our shared Creative Writing course. We all had to pick someone in class to partner up with for an assignment, and to my surprise at that moment; Brandy walked right over to me with a smile, & politely asked...

"Hi! Can I be your partner?"

Little did I even know at the time, how much she really meant by that question. Remembering back I barely had enough time to take it all in. Here was this cute, slightly nerdy looking, conservatively-dressed girl with glasses and her hair down past her shoulders, practically glowing with happiness, as she stood before me. The smile that she casted down upon me INSTANTLY lowered my defenses, and before I even knew it, I quickly answered back with a...

"Sure of course. Come on sit down."

We had exchanged ...

... pleasantries, getting to know each other a little better, before getting into our assignment. We had to write about something that we felt was very important personally, and then had to share it with the writing partner that was with us, so they could give their thoughts about it. Finishing up the writing task quick, I passed my paper to Brandy on (Why Planning For The Future Is So Important). She had giggled to herself in a coy and cuteful manner, before then passing her paper on to me, while giving me a devious yet playful expression. Surprised by the way she had begun to stare into my eyes, I then looked down at her paper, and saw it was promptly titled (The Many Benefits Of Eating A Girl's Pussy).

That was the beginning of a VERY unexpected college life for me. Most of the guys who had gotten in the University, had spent their time partying. But for me most of the time was either spent studying long hours, or having my face suddenly end up, between the thighs of the girl I met in one of my very first classes; Who then became my wife shortly after we had both graduated.

I can't even begin to count, how many times she would sneak over to my dorm room; Just so she could have the opportunity, to perch right on top of my face; And have me relieve any and all of the stress, that she had pent up deep inside between her legs. She would come over regularly if I were there by myself in morning, and even like to wait until my roommate was either away or sleeping during the night, just so ...