Zeno Uther Pendragon nogardnePrethU@gmail.com MF oral pett 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. "Pete, I do trust you. That's why it's silly to tie me up." "I trust you. I don't trust all your reactions, and neither should you. Now, give me your left hand." "I'm not sure I should trust you if you have to tie me up. That leg's awfully far over there." "It's simple. If this doesn't work for you, then you don't let me tie you up again. I'm not going to sneak up on you in your sleep." "I'm such a sucker, you don't need to." "Now, the other leg." "That's a wide stretch. What are you planning to do, photograph my snatch?" "No cameras. Although its beauty is worth of immortalization. But that's for another day. Now, since you've been such a good sport, . . ." "Mmmm. You tied four limbs. I deserve more than one kiss." "Mmmm. . . . Mmm. . . . Mmmmm. That's four. But, since you're tied up and helpless, I can get what I want. Mmmmmm." "Well, since I'm helpless, I suppose I'll have to keep giving you kisses." "Don't exert yourself on my account. Your mouth is lovely, but there is so much more of you to kiss. Mmm." . . . "Pete! That tickles." "Jill's left side is ticklish. I'll make note of that. Let's see about her right side." "Don't! That's ticklish too. Oh!" "Both sides. Let's see about these. Mmm." "Now, that's better. You can kiss my breasts all night. Speaking of breasts, when are you going to get to the left one?" "So this is the right one. Have to remember that mirror-image business. I'll get there in my own good time. Can't hurry, y'know." . . . "Keep going. Now kiss the nipple. Oh, you're such a tease. You keep teasing me." "Not yet." "Whadya mean 'not yet'? I'd swear that you've been kissing that breast for an hour." "Ten minutes. Now, the left one. Mmmm. . . ." . . . "Don't leave me like this! Where are you going?" "Not far. Don't panic. It's just easier to walk around to your legs than to clamber all over you." "That's nice. I don't think I've ever had my ankles kissed." "Pretty ankle. . . . Pretty calf. . . . Beautiful thigh. . . ." "Don't stop now." "Oh, I'm not stopping. This ankle is pretty, too." "Jeff. Go on. One more inch and you're there." "Oh, I'm here, all right. And you smell nice, too. One would think that you're turned on." "I am, but you've got to help." "I just remembered that there is still breast unlicked." . . . "You're still not getting the nipple." "Lovely areola. Tastes delightful. Wonder is the other one tastes as fine." "Don't you think the nipple would taste better?" "Don't know. . . . This areola tastes great, too. You're a very tasty girl." "I'm about to explode." "About to explode? Are you ticking?" "Now where are you going?" "Your belly isn't ticking. . . Mmm.." "That tickles." "Hey. I forgot your ears." . . . "That's not all you've forgotten. Why can't you settle in one place and bring me closure?" "'Cause you're tied up. You can't get any closer." "Ssss. . . . No! You can't kiss my ears until you take care of the more important parts." "Don't shake your head. Someone might think that you're denying me. Anyway, your head is easy to hold down when you're like this. Mmmmm. Delectable ear." "That tickles. No!" "This ear tastes nice, too." "It tickles." "Well, in that case, back. Or, since you're tied this way, front." "Oh, at last. Suck it. Suck it hard!" "If I sucked this nipple, the right one, isn't it? You'd just want me to suck the other one." "Would that be so hard? I didn't know you regarded that as a chore." "Probably be quite hard. The right one is nice and firm from just two licks. But, sucking them would interfere with my teasing you." "Teasing me? You're torturing me!" "Not yet." "Not yet? Jeff!" . . . "Lovely ankle. Tasty ankle. Lovely calf. Lovely knee. Lovely thigh. Tasty thigh. Lovely, tasty, sweet- smelling upper thigh." "Jeff, go on!" "Your groove smells lovely. One might think you were turned on. . . . Mmmm. Tastes nice, too." "Oh Jeff. Do that again." "Sure. Glad to please. . . . Lovely ankle." "Jeff!" "Tasty calf." "Jeff, could you possibly hurry up?" "Nice knee. Mmmph. . . . Very nice knee." "Jeff." "Tasty thigh. Mmmm." "Move higher. I'm begging you." "Very well, although I hate to abandon a path I'm taking." "What are you doing?" "I'm moving higher, just as you asked. . . . Don't shake your head; I'll just have to hold it. Mmmmmm." "I didn't mean this high." "Not quite this high? . . . . I did neglect to kiss the left nipple. . . . Mmmm." "Jeff! I need you. Think how much fun you've had in my cunt. All I'm asking is that you give it a few kisses." "'La dama es mobile.' (And quite mobile when your were wriggling and when you were shaking your head just then.) I thought you wanted me to kiss your nipples. Mmmmm. Mmmmm. See, isn't that nice?" "Nice, but I'm burning up. Can't you kiss me where I need to be kissed?" "Very well, obeying your latest whim. . . ." "Jeff!" "Lovely ankle. . . . Lovely knee. . . . Lovely thigh. Another lovely thigh. And, where they come together." "Yes! Right there. Lick me there!" "Y'know, I enjoy obeying you. It tastes nice, and smells delightful. I might suspect that you were turned on." "I am. And I would be more turned on if you would lick me there some more." "To hear is to obey." . . . "Yesss. Oh, I'm so close. Suck it!" "That's another change. Are you sure you want me to do that?" "Yes, I'm sure. I'm so close. Please, Jeff!" . . . "Close, are you?" "Jeff!" "Well, you feel nice and juicy around me. You might indeed be close. Kiss me, taste yourself." "Mmmph." "Now, how does it feel?" "Great, but better if you move." "Like this?" . . . "Yes. Like that. Just like. . . Oh." "Yes, Jill. . . . Come for me. Come around me." "Oh. . . . Oh! . . . Ahhhh!" "Darling. Gah!" "Ah? . . . Ah? . . . Oooh!" "Jill! You're still coming." "Argh!" . . . "Are you all right?" "I think so." "You came forever." "It felt like it." . . . "Do you want me off?" "And me untied." "Sure. . . . There. Can you move?" "Finally. It's never been like that." "Am I forgiven?" "Much too early to decide that. . . . Tell you what. . . ." "What? Are you going to forgive me?" "Wait a week. If I haven't poisoned you by then, I'll have forgiven you." The end Zeno Uther Pendragon nogardnePrethU@gmail.com 2009/12/03 Thanks to Denny for proofreading this. Another all-dialogue story: yyie.txt Yielding The directory to almost all my works: index.txt