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From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Heads" -- Uther -- MF wl
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Date: Tue, 07 Jun 2011 20:10:01 -0400
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Heads
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com

MF wl


"Terry, are you ready for another game?" Faith asked. She had her role all
planned out, and she'd got her old dolls from home to go along with it.

"Sure. Let me finish, and then flip the coin." They'd somehow got into the
pattern of only playing the nickel game totally naked. Maybe, with clothes
on, they were still Terry and Faith instead of their roles. He stripped off
his trousers and shorts.

She flipped. "Heads." Well, she'd play her game tomorrow night. She scooped
up the nickel and put it back in its box.

"Stand up straight, Tula. Our people know that girls should be raised away
from boys and by women. But now you are a woman, and you need to learn what
that means. I am your teacher. Women can teach you what women do, but it
takes a man to teach you what a woman is." He needed to convey who she was,
who he was, and the outline of the situation.

"Yes, teacher." She straightened. She had been tempted for a moment to
disobey and get the spanking she wanted, but Terry had demonstrated that he
couldn't be cheated that way. And, really, since he'd delivered for her
twice, he deserved to have his own game.

"These are your breasts." He lifted one and then the other with his hand.
"You've seen women use them to feed babies, but they have another purpose.
This is a nipple. Do you see how it firms when I brush it with my finger?"

"Yes, teacher." She hoped she would soon have better lines -- at least other
lines -- than this one. On the other hand, Terry had started sex play right
after he'd started the game.

"Turn around, Tula." When she did, he moved closer and had both hands on her
breasts from behind. "You know how much work men do to prepare the ground
for planting. Well, women are the ground in which they plant babies. Even
more work must be done so the women's special soil is receptive to the seed
men plant." He started kissing the side of her neck.

"Every part of a woman is connected to her center where the soil is." He
licked her ear while his hands continued to stroke her breasts. "Rubbing any
part warms the special soil. Moistening any part moistens the special soil."
He licked her left ear, and then kissed down that side of her neck. He moved
his hands to her shoulders to turn her around. "But, rubbing here and
moistening here..." He kissed one nipple and stroked the other. "... which
are associated with babies, is even more effective."

Faith figured that Tula probably wouldn't have many lines in this play. This
'Teacher' preferred the lecture to the Socratic Method. Still, there were
worse roles than being the subject of a demonstration on how women get
turned on for sex. And she was starting to feel turned on. This sort of
mechanical manipulation wouldn't be her favorite, but Terry, or 'Teacher,'
seemed intent on continuing to stroke and kiss until it was effective. The
lectures, if they tickled her funny-bone at times, were suggestive enough to
be arousing at other times.

"And these are the special parts of a man. The seed grows here." He took her
hand and placed it under his testicles. She cupped them and moved her
fingers to feel them roll back and forth.

"Warm," she said.

"And this is the digging stick that delivers the seed inside the woman. When
it hangs down, it has other purposes. When it stands up and forward like
this, it is ready to enter the woman."

Faith thought that, with all the fingering that Terry had been doing to her,
his cock had better be standing 'up and forward like this.' That thought
wasn't appropriate for Tula, though, and she didn't express it.

"Kneel on the bed now, Tula. Facing this way." He had her kneel crosswise
with her knees close to the edge of the bed. "Now, lean forwards, support
yourself on your hands, and spread your knees further apart." He stroked her
back, then slipped one of his hands between her legs until it was supporting
her belly and mound. "Here, above where I have my hand, is where the baby
grows. We will plant the seeds when this place is warm and moist enough."

Well she was feeling plenty warm and moist right now, but she could wait
until he was done with his game. Besides, he could get her hotter.

"This is the place the baby comes out, and the seed goes in the same place.
Here are two large lips which guard this place." He not only touched the
lips, he rubbed them gently against one another. "Here are the two -- more
sensitive -- lips. When his digging stick has gone inside these lips, the
man is ready to plant his seeds in you."

Again, Terry -- or Teacher -- stroked the labia more than was strictly
necessary to have her aware what he meant.

"And here, where those lips meet in front, is the point where the man warms
the woman's fields most directly."

He kept stroking her clit while moving to her side until he could hold her
left breast again. Occasionally, he would brush his finger up over the
outside of her inner labia and then stroke more liquid down to her clit.
When he did this, he tweaked her nipple with his other hand. By this time,
her clit had enough lubricant that she thought it must be dripping down. She
was starting to want the game to end, or -- at least -- come to the fuck.

"Teacher!"

"Yes, Tula. Do you think your field is getting warm now?"

"Warm teacher? It feels hot."

"Very well." He moved behind her. She felt him fit his cock to her entrance.
He reached around until he had a breast in each hand with each nipple
pointing out between a pair of fingers. "Relax, now, Tula. Don't tense
yourself inside."

By the rules of the game, he probably was telling her to tense up. She'd
feel more like a virgin to him if she did. She did so. He tightened his arms
around her waist so that his elbows could pull back on her pelvic bones.

"Ouch!" That wasn't any pretense. He'd pinched both nipples, *hard*, as he
drove into her. Then he dropped her breasts to grip her hips. As he stroked
in and out, the familiar fire built. She'd already been far along from all
the demonstration, and, while the nipples were sore, they were aroused, too.
She lay her head on the bed and savored the long, slow strokes. She felt
herself nearly there. Then she was there, and pushed back at Terry to get it
all.

"Damn!" he said as he joined her.

She fell forward, releasing him. After a minute, she straightened herself on
the bed. He got in beside her and drew the covers over them.

"Did you enjoy taking her cherry?" she asked.

"Very much. Did you enjoy her field being prepared?"

"A lot more than I enjoyed the final pinch."

"Why? Weren't you the one asking for pain?"

She'd have to think about that. Spanking was one thing, even much harder
spanks than Terry would ever give her. That pinch was something else.


The end
Heads
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2011/06/07


The first story of Faith and Terry:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/story/choice.htm

The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/index.htm
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