Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Yielding Uther Pendragon nogardnePrethU@gmail.com MF anal

   This material is copyright, 2009, by Uther Pendragon.  All rights
reserved.  I specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping one
electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice is
included.  Reposting requires previous permission.  If you have any
comments or requests, please e-mail them to me at nogardnePrethU@gmail.com
. All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public
figures in the background, are figments of my imagination.  Any resemblance
to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

   "If that's what you want, George, I'm willing." "It's what I definitely
want.  You're so lovely back there.  I kiss your butt whenever I can.  And,
when it's covered, I like to watch you walk.  I've caught other guys
looking, too.  You have a sexy butt." "I'll bet the other guys don't want
it that way, though." "How can you tell?  It doesn't come up in
conversation.  They don't even admit that they want to fuck you at all.  I
can tell that they want you; even you can tell that some of them want to
fuck you." "But everybody before you has wanted into my cunt." "Sure.  I
do, too.  You have an attractive face, attractive breasts, smooth kissable
neck, lovely thighs.  That I like to kiss your neck doesn't mean that I
don't want to kiss your thighs or your breasts.  That I love to fuck your
cunt doesn't mean that I don't want to fuck your ass." "I said I'd let
you." "I'm trying to show that it's part of our love.  But I'll take 'let.'
I've got all sorts of lube; we'll need it." "What do I do?" "It's called
making love.  We start with a a kiss." "Mmm.  This part I like." "All parts
I like.  That's what I've been saying; I like all parts of you.  Mmm."
"Give me your tongue again.  Mmmmmm." "Your mouth, your ears, your throat.
Mmm." "Tickles!  I like your kisses there, but when you do, I can't feel
your body against mine." "Not while we're standing.  Want to lie down?" . .
.  "Now, I can feel more of you." "And I can kiss more of you.  Mmm."
"Yeah. Suck my nipple." "Mmmmmm.  As my lady wishes.  Or did you mean this
one?  Mmmm." "I liked both.  You're weird, but you're sweet." "And you're
just sweet.  Those are sweet, and I'll have another.  Mmm.  This is sweet.
Furry, and warm, and parting for me, and juicy." "Ready for you."
"Luscious, but not this time.  Can you hug your knees close to you?" "Like
this?" "I like it a lot, even though it blocks my access to your lovely
breasts.' "George!  What are you doing." "Just one sort of lubrication. 
This is glycerine.  In you, it'll melt and spread its smoothness where I
will go." "First you treat me like a princess, then you lube me up like a
fuck toy." "Yep.  You make a lovely princess, and a damn sexy fuck toy. 
Anyway, I can get to your breasts now you've put your legs down.  Mmmmm."
"I enjoy being a princess.  But I wish I could kiss you." "Roll on your
side, and I'll meet you skin to skin." "Mmmm.  I like you against me.  I
especially like you naked and hard against me." "Mmmm.  give me your tongue
again." . . .  "George, I love this, but I've got to go." "That's only to
be expected.  Go on." . . .  "All your careful lubrication is down the
drain, but I wiped carefully." "I'm grateful.  Here, kiss me again before
you get in the bed." "Mmmm.  Is there room for me on the bed?" "Kneel down
in front of the bolster.  I'll put a pillow on top.  Lean across that." "It
was nice being a princess." "You'll always be a princess in my book. 
There. But let me kiss your vertebrae before we go on." "You're even sweet
when you're being weird. . . .  What's that?" "Another suppository.  I want
you to have all the lube you need." "I'll just have to take another crap."
"Nah.  The last one emptied out a little space for me.  Now this, . . .  "
"Is cold." ". . .  is Vaseline.  We want a little slickness on the outside,
too." "George!  If you're going in there, why all the preparation?  And why
all the talk, for that matter?" "Just getting a little of your moisture. 
Oh, this is so fine, even so. . .  Now." "Oh.  I feel you." "Amelia, sweet
Amelia, relax.  Yield to me." "I'm trying to relax.  You're going in." "A
little.  Yield more to me.  Oh darling!" "I feel you.  You're stretching
me. Damn it, George, now I have to go again." "No, you don't.  It's just me
there.  Yield to my entrance." "I'm yielding.  You're so big." "You are
yielding, I'm almost there. . .  Now!" "Oh!" "I'm in.  Do you feel me
inside you.?" "I feel you going through.  There's so much of you." "I'm in
you, all the way.  Ae you okay with this?" "It's not so bad." "Can you move
back?" "You're against me." "I'll move back with you. . . .  There!  Now I
can reach you." "I like that.  It isn't all for you." "It's always all for
both of us.  And you don't have the proper nerves back there.  Can you feel
this?" "Lovely. . .  Ooh!" "Yes, my darling.  It feels so good when you
wriggle." "And I wriggle when it feels so good." "Which makes it good for
both of us." "You're sweet -- very sweet for one so perverse." "And you are
warm.  Warm and tight around me, holding me in.  Warm and soft poking your
firm nipple into my hand.  Warm and juicy against my finger.  And here is a
spine I can reach.  Mmph." "Don't go out, George." "Only this far.  That
doesn't stretch you does it?" "Not all that much.  Do you like that?" "Yes.
You clasp me so tight right at the neck of my cock.  Now, in.  All the way
into you." . . .  "George, I'm nearly there. . . .  More!" "Yes, darling.
More.  Here?  These?" "Between them.  The clit this time. . .  Yes. . . .
Yessss!" "Oh, darling.  Amelia!  You're clutching my shaft when you come. .
.  Darling!" "George." "Yes my dear.  Move against me.  Yes.  Oh! . . . 
Ah!" "Can you hold yourself up?  I don't have much purchase in this
position." "I can now.  That was so sweet.  I'm coming out now." "Yes.  I
can feel you.  It's not so hard as going in." "That's 'cause I'm not so
hard as I was going in.  I'd better go and wash up." "You first, then me."

   The end Yielding Uther Pendragon nogardnePrethU@gmail.com

   Thanks to Denny for editing this.

   For another all dialogue story: wwai.txt "Waist"

   For another story involving anal intercourse: prone.txt "Prone is not a
Synonym for Supine, or Let me Put That to You in Another Way"