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From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Yielding -- Uther
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Date: Fri, 20 Nov 2009 01:10:11 -0500
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Yielding
Uther Pendragon
nogardnePrethU@gmail.com
MF anal

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"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.
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