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From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {ASSTR} "Spiked" Uther (mf wl)
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Date: Thu, 17 Jun 2010 14:10:13 -0400
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Spiked
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
MF wl


"Did I forget something?" Tim asked. It wasn't their anniversary, nor
was it her birthday; it wasn't even his birthday. Yet Sally was certainly
wearing a going-out-to-dinner dress.

"Nope. I just felt celebrative. Stay back!" He was approaching for a
welcome-home kiss. "Go set the table." The celebration didn't extend
to the menu, except for a tossed salad. The meat loaf, home fries, and
peas were just what he'd have expected. He also would have expected
a kiss, but Sally hadn't given him any opportunity.

"Go wash your hands," she said instead of announcing dessert. He
washed them, taking the opportunity to empty his bladder, too.

"Now," he asked when he got back to a cleared table. "What are we
celebrating?" Normally, clearing the table was his responsibility. No
kiss but her taking on his chore, that was both a puzzle and a
contradiction.

"My temp spiked today."

"Darling!" He took her in his arms. The kiss was sweet. He relaxed the
hug when he found she was wearing no bra. He stroked her back,
fondled her butt, stepped back half a pace to cup her breasts.

"See why I made you wash your hands?" He finally did, and why he got
no kiss before the announcement. She neither wanted grease all over
her dress nor his discovery of her braless state.

"You're sure?" She nodded, smiling happily. "Then why don't we...?"
She nodded again and started towards the bedroom. When she sensed
he was watching her butt, she wriggled it exaggeratedly. He chuckled.
When he had closed the bedroom door, she pushed his sports coat off
his shoulders.

"I can get that. Why don't you take care of your own?"

"You can get your own clothes if you want. I want your help with this."
She'd been able to get it on by herself. But he'd be glad to help. He
stripped quickly and efficiently. When he turned to her, naked and with
the beginning of an erection, she turned her back. The zipper of the
dress was in the back, and it had a snap at the collar which he didn't
discover until the zipper was down. Her back was bare; well he
shouldn't have expected a bra strap. When he pushed the dress
shoulders forward, he saw that she was wearing nothing underneath the
dress.

"Just a moment. I have to hang this up." She raised it over her head and
hung it in the closet. When she turned around, he could see her in all her
glory. She stepped out of her shoes and was wearing nothing at all.
They kissed, and he let his hands roam. Her skin was so smooth; her
breasts were so soft; her butt was so firm; her lower hair was so
crinkly.

"It's chilly like this," she said. "Let's get under the covers."

"Don't want to get cold." He watched her get in first, pretty butt, lovely
lips showing below it. When he got in, he let his feet hang over the end.
That put his mouth level with her breasts, an opportunity not to be
wasted. By the time his spiral around the near breast got to the nipple, it
was hard to greet him.

He suckled there for a while. After all, she would need the experience.
Meanwhile, he stroked the insides of her thighs. Every upward stroke
stopped a little higher, but not quite there. Then she grabbed his hand
an pulled it to her lower lips. He switched breasts as he rubbed those
lips. As the second spiral reached her nipple, his finger reached her clit.

"Yes."

He was silent since his mouth was full. He could feel Sally relax. That
relaxation was brief, though. As his finger stroked her moisture over her
clit, as his tongue circled her areola before tasting her nipple, he felt
the
softness of her belly harden under his forearm. That firmness deserved
a tribute. He kissed a line down her breast, across her lower ribs, and
towards her navel. Teasing Sally by licking there was always fun, but --
perhaps -- fun not suitable for this solemn occasion. He skirted the
navel and continued downward. He paused just short of her hair to
plant a smacking kiss on the skin covering her womb.

He abandoned the path to kneel between her legs. She pulled her feet
up towards her butt. He kissed another line down her thigh from her
knee. One kiss from his lips to her lower ones, before he spread her
with his fingers. The taste was bitter but arousing. Her clit was even
more responsive to his tongue than her nipples had been. He was really
starting to enjoy his feast when she grabbed the hair on top of his head.

"Now!" Sally was right. This wasn't the night for alternate activities. He
moved his arms up the sides of the bed.

"Help me," he said. As he moved up the bed over her body, she
reached for him. The touch of her fingers was electrifying, but soon she
placed him where the feel was even more arousing. The juicy warmth
kissed his tip. As he pressed forward, he felt the soft constriction. Then,
his head was inside.

"So warm," he said, "so slick."

"So smooth, so hard, so full." She was right; he was fully in her. He
paused there to adjust his posture for their mutual comfort. His weight
rested on his elbows, and his hands rested on her breasts.

"For luck." He withdrew enough to kiss her mouth one more time. Then
he watched her face as he moved in and out. She kissed towards him at
first, but soon her attention drew inward. As he gloried in the smooth
friction all around the head of his cock, he watched her expression
become distracted. Now, he didn't need to move his thumbs over her
nipples to keep them stiff. His own excitement grew, driving him harder
and faster.

She pushed towards him as he drove inward. Then she gripped his butt
to pull him deeper. Her face looked grim and kept looking grimmer as
he sped up his stokes. he saw her grimace just before he felt her clutch
around him. He drove once more in and out of that sweet clutch. Then
he was no longer holding her breasts or looking at her.

He arched upward on straight arms from hands pressed into the
mattress. He drove his groin into her as she dug her claws into his butt.
Then he was shooting his seed into her depths through her rhythmic
clasps.

"Gah!" he cried. When his arms could no longer support him, he let the
left one collapse first. Her knees were tight enough about him that they
rolled together. He came out, anyway.

"Whew," he said sometime later.

"Whew," she answered. "Do you think that did it?"

"It better have. I might never be able to get it up again." He kissed her
forehead. Then he extricated himself to kiss over her womb again. He
looked over the edge of the bed at the covers on the floor. "So much
for getting under the covers."

"I stayed warm."

"Darling, you were white hot. Anyway, I'll get them." He got up,
straightened the covers over her, and climbed back in. They snuggled
together in a spoon with her in back. "Sleep like this?"

"Why not? Who needs a nightgown?"

The end
Spiked
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com


An earlier adventure of Tim with Sally is:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/story/spin.htm  "Spin Cycle."

Other stories of married couples:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/wl.htm

The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm
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