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Subject: {ASSM} NEW To Decline the Verb "Fuck" (MF)
Date: Sat, 15 Sep 2001 16:10:02 -0400
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NOTICE:  This story contains descriptions of sexual activity and
should not be read by anyone under the age of 18; heck, anyone
under the age of 18.  The title idea for the story comes in
response to one of my postings to ASSD.  As a reward sweet
gentleman gets a staring role.  Any comments that the gentle
reader has should be directed to me at:
allison_george@hotmail.com

My lawyer wants me to advise all readers that this story is
copyright under 17 USC Section 102.  Permission is given to
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To Decline the Verb "Fuck"

by Allison George (c) 2001


- Well, well, look who's stirring among the living.

- Wow Jenn, it really is 2 o'clock!

- It sure is oh blonde amazon.  Kate, what time did you get back
last night?  Ooops, I'd better rephrase that; what time did you
get back this morning?

- Geez, I don't know, only that the sun was shining.  I was so
tired that when I plopped into bed, it was lights out.

- You and John must have had fun last night.

- He is a real sweetie pie; a big change from Mr. All-American
Quarterback!  I've had it with the jock crowd.  They're so
narcissistic and think that all they have to do is show up at
your door and you'll be so grateful that you'll plop right down
on the floor and spread 'em wide.  Well, I'll tell you that gets
real old, real fast.  Anyway, John's a keeper, at least for the
moment.

- Fickle Kate, your love life is getting the best of you!

- Not really Jenn, it's just my curse for being a blonde.  I wish
that one of these sexologists would figure out what it is about
hair color that triggers male hormones.  I swear if reincarnation
is for real, I want to come back as a brunette!

- I don't think that it's hair color, or boobs, or tight minis.
I think it's the general condition of the college-aged male
animal.  They all seem to be walking around in a perpetual state
of arousal right now, particularly with the nice weather this
fall.  I can put on my baggy sweats, pull my hair back with a
scrunchy  and I still detect the lust in their eyes when I'm
sitting in the library.  Have you stopped to count the number of
guys who sit down next to you, study for about twenty minutes,
and then ask if you want to go get a cup of coffee?  I mean get
real!  If I accepted each of those invitations, my bladder would
burst!  Kate, you'll just have to face it, most of these guys
have a one track mind.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining
too much as it's nice to romp between the sheets.  We've just got
to be a little more selective about the swizzle sticks we invite
in to stir our cunnies.

- Yeah, I guess you're right Jenn.  I just get pretty tired of
being looked at as just another round-heeled Barbie.  Anyway, at
the moment I don't have to do any more fishing at the frog pond.

- What was it the third time you've been out with him?

- Yeah, three's the charm in my book.  By then I can usually tell
if they're going to turn into a troll.  John was really different
because he didn't try to get into my pants but rather let things
take their natural course.  I mean like really, if these guys
knew how little it takes to get me interested, they would move up
a lot of rungs on the ladder.

- You mean it takes more than a stiff cock?

- Well, of course that's one of the necessities, but as you know
there are more than enough of those around these days!  John is
different; he likes all the affectionate stuff, you know hugging,
kissing, holding hands.  If a well prepared steak dinner is the
best way to a man's heart, then a nice hug and lots of sweet
kisses are the way to a woman's.  I don't know why they're so
dense about this.

- So??

- So what??

- Tell me about last night.

- Ummm, it was delicious in every way from the appetizer to
dessert.

- A veritable feast I take it.

- Yeah, he took me up to the Inn on the Lake for dinner.  I told
him that I would go only if we would go Dutch.  That place costs
a lot of money and I didn't think that it was fair for him to pay
the whole bill.

- Wow, this guy must be special for you to co-pay!

- Wait, I haven't finished!  You'll see how special he is!
Anyway, you had already left when he came to pick me up.  I
really wanted to look nice for John so I spent some extra time
putting my hair up into a French braid; it keeps it off my
shoulders and more importantly, I won't sit there and idly play
with while I'm talking to him.  I've really got to break myself
of that habit.

- Well Kate, you could get it cut short.

- Very funny Jenn, these long blonde tresses have served me well.

- I'll say, they're a definite guy magnet.

- See, if you would only let your hair grow out your love life
might get better.

- It's pretty substantial right now, thank you.

- Well anyway, as you know it was pretty nice out last night so I
decided to wear the navy blue mini with the scoop neckline.

- You're lucky you even made it to the restaurant.

- Stop interrupting, you wanted to hear about my evening.

- OK, point taken, I'll shut up.

- You know the dress really isn't all that revealing.  It's only
five inches above my knees and heck, I even wore a bra so while
there was some flesh showing, it wasn't as suggestive as you
think.

- Thank goodness for little things like underwear.  God only
knows what kind of trouble you would stir up if you put that
dress on without anything underneath.

- Well Jenn, I actually did that on a dare once but that's a
story for another time.  Anyway, dinner was really great and it
was fun finding out about each other.  I found out he's a
classics major and knows both Latin and Greek.

- Kate, if he asks you whether you like Greek, beware.

- Duh!!  Give me some credit here.  You know my rule on that one:
I will only think about having anal sex with a guy if I can first
slip an eight inch vibrating dildo into his ass.  Once they hear
that, the conversation about any rear entry pretty much ends.

- Yeah, I don't know why I'm running into so many guys who have a
fixation about slipping it in the wrong hole.  Maybe they're
dysfunctional, or maybe it's from watching to many dirty movies.
Go figure!

- Exactly Jenn.  Well, we both decided to have chocolate mousse
for dessert and was it ever yummy.  He had a little speck of
chocolate on the side of his mouth and I told him to hold still
while I wiped it off onto my finger.  He told me that he didn't
want to waste that little taste and took my index finger into his
mouth and with a twinkle in his eyes, gently sucked on it,
sliding his tongue all around.  Of course feeling that delicate
pull on my finger was enough to get me started.  You know how it
is when guys start to suck on body parts.

- Indeed I do.

- Well, I could feel myself begin to blush not wanting to let
this get too much more out of hand given we were in a public
place.  I told him that, if he was finished with dinner, it might
be nice to go for a walk before heading back to town.  I was
sitting next to him, rather than across and slipped my left hand
under the table to see what he was feeling.

- You didn't!

- Hey, we were against the wall and nobody could really see.  Don
't tell me you've never been curious to see if you've gotten a
rise out of a guy in a public place.

- Well, sometimes.

- I thought as much.  Anyway, we strolled down to the lake and
did a little stargazing until it started to get a little too
chilly.  He draped his sports coat over my shoulders on the way
back to the car, which I thought was real sweet and asked me if I
liked Irish coffee.  Don't even get started with this one Jenn,
you know I like Irish coffee and after all it wasn't the kind of
screwy come on like 'hey, want to come back and see my etchings?'

- Perish the thought Kate that I would misinterpret a nice
invitation for a nightcap.

- Well we did have the Irish coffees.  I suddenly realized that
John, understanding Latin, might be able to answer a question
that I could never figure out.

- Oh, oh, I can see where this is heading.

- Actually, I bet you can't.  Anyway, I didn't get a chance to
ask the question, at least not then.  I had a little dribble of
coffee on my upper lip and he smiled at me, telling me that turn
about is fair play.  I slipped his finger into my mouth and
gently sucked on it until it was clean.  Well, that was all it
took.  The next thing I knew our lips were locked and tongues
shooting back and forth between each other's mouths.  I was
fumbling with his zipper about the same time his hand was sliding
up my thigh.  I think we each struck pay dirt about the same
time.  He was surely dripping as much as I was oozing and it wasn
't long before our clothes marked a narrow trail to the bedroom.
We hit the sheets, a tangle of arms and legs, tongues slipping
over skin, fingers stroking and pulling.  He was on top of me and
I reached down to guide his cock into me when he told me to wait,
he wasn't quite ready yet.  Well I'll tell you, I sure thought he
was ready, the damn thing was certainly big enough for my cunny
to grab onto.

- Imagine that, a guy who has some patience!

- Patience my eye!  What he wanted was to dip his tongue into the
honey pot!

- Oh my!

- You got it.  He gave me a final kiss and started sliding down
my body, slowly licking his way south.  You wouldn't believe what
he did to my nippies.  He had this way of pinching them between
his tongue and teeth, flicking 'em back and forth.  No guy has
ever done this before.  It was great, both the soft sensation of
his tongue, and the hard edge of his teeth.  He had my boobs
cupped together and was going back and forth from one nipple to
the other.  I swear to God, if he kept that up I was going to go
over the edge pretty quick.  Anyway, he knew how close I was
getting and just when to stop.  He left my boobs and continued
that downward trajectory towards my slippery quim, leaving a nice
trail of warm spittle along the way.

- A nice educated tongue I suspect?

- Educated?  Damn, this was an A+ performance!  He was such a
tease, delicately sliding his tongue over my nether lips with the
faintest pressure.  God, was I starting to heat up!  Anyway, he
slid a little lower, gently stroking my inner thighs with both
his tongue and fingernails.  Of course, I had already started to
rock gently, flexing my cunny, trying to get the love spot out in
the open.  Well, he got the message right away and moved back up
my thighs to the juicy juncture that was really in need of
stroking.

- Ummm, when they get that first taste of honey.

- Exactly!  They can't stop themselves.  Well, I felt his tongue
slice through those delicate lips guarding my love treasures.  I
could feel the heat increase as my cunny tried to push more love
oil onto his hungry tongue until, bingo, his tongue slipped up
and onto my magic button.  God, did I let lose a an urging groan.
A couple of quick sucks and twangs with his tongue and the 'O'
bob was plump and ready for triggering.  It was right at that
point that I felt his fingers pulling and flicking my nippies.

- Oh my God, get ready for the big one.

- Right on, and it didn't take long.  He slipped his tongue into
my honey pot for one final slurp and then refocused his attention
on my clittie and boobies.  That was it; I was a goner.  I could
feel the spasms starting deep inside and the next thing I knew I
was rigid, moaning with the highest pleasure I've ever felt.  I
pulled his head against my love vee, increasing the pressure of
his tongue and lips until I finally fell off the final hill.  I
didn't care that his mouth was all covered with my come, I
grabbed at him, urging him up my body until I could lock on his
tongue and lips.  God, I gave him the deepest, most luscious,
sucking kiss I could, a prelude to inviting his swollen love
joint into my sweet quim.  I didn't want to wait any more and
urged him to raise his hips a bit, giving me enough room to
direct his cock right where it belonged.  Well, I can't begin to
tell you how nice it felt.  Here I was fresh from a come, feeling
those lips begin to expand as he slid so gently inside me,
slipping in deeper until the hilt of his love joint was flush
against me.  We quickly found the magic rhythm, pushing and
pulling, back and forth, friction against friction.  I could feel
myself getting back up to the peak, his cock was stroking me
higher and higher.  He began to swell within me until, bang, we
both came with several hard pushes.  My cunny gripped his shaft,
hungry for his jism, relaxing only when the full load was
delivered.

- Heaven, I'm in heaven.

- Well, we were sure cheek to cheek at that point.  I'll say one
thing, Jenn, these were two of the best 'Os' that I've ever had.
Even though he was still on me, I felt like I was floating three
feet above the mattress, his lovely cock still plugging up my
quim.  Anyway, finally fully spent, with a lovely sigh of
pleasure, he rolled off of me onto his back.  I quickly crossed
my legs, sealing the entrance to my cunny so that the sheets
would not get soaked.

- Kate, the ever so thoughtful one.

- Hey, I figured that we would go another round or two and I
might as well keep the battle field as clean as possible!
Anyway, it was at that point that I finally was able to ask him
the question that has bothered me for some time.

- I'm afraid to find out what that might be.

- Bear with me, it's actually pretty funny when you think about
it.  I told him that it was pretty neat knowing a guy who
actually understood Latin because I was always troubled by the
declension of the verb fuck.

- Oh, no.

- Oh, yes!  I mean think about it, who gets fucked?  Is it the
guy who slips it in, or is it me who receives it?  I can say it
both ways in the present tense:  'John fucks Kate' and 'Kate
fucks John' because the act is going on and it really doesn't
matter.  But think about the past tense.  We have two
possibilities:  'John was fucked by Kate' or 'Kate was fucked by
John.'  If the proper understanding is that only the girl can be
fucked because she is the recipient then the first case doesn't
agree with the verb since John can't be fucked, he can only do
the fucking.  You can see where this becomes a problem.

- Only if you start to worry about grammar, rather than how you
feel before, during, and afterwards.  That's what really counts.

- Exactly, that's the same conclusion we reached!  We were lying
there laughing about all the possible declensions when John came
up with the real solution.

- I hope it was better grounded than most of yours.

- Ha, ha, you never give me enough credit!  John said that the
important thing is that when you know you really, really like
someone you should never decline the verb fuck.  And on that
note, I reached over and grabbed his cock, telling him that was
excellent advice and let's not decline a fuck any more tonight.

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