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Subject: {ASSM} The Cloyless Cock by Allison George (MF)
Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2000 21:10:06 -0500
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NOTICE:  This story contains descriptions of sexual activity and
should not be read by anyone under the age of 18 even if you've
read the complete works of Shakespeare.  Any comments that the
gentle reader has should be directed to me at:
allison_george@hotmail.com

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"For in her youth there is a prone and speechless dialect, such
as mouse men"  Measure for Measure (I.ii.182-84)

The Cloyless Cock

By Allison George (c) 2000


- Hey blondie, looks like you've had a real busy night.  Want to
sit down for some breakfast.

- Sure Jenn, just let me go to the bathroom, my bladder's about
to burst.

- It looks like that's not the only thing that's ready to burst.
Your blouse looks like it suffered some serious damage in the
battle last night.

- I'll tell you all about it in a minute.  Just get a cereal bowl
down from the cupboard and pour me some orange juice and I'll be
right back.

- Easy-peasy Kate, I'll have your place set up in a jiff.

- God, does that ever feel better!  You wouldn't have believed
what happened last night.

- Well I know you had a big one planned with Mr. All-American
Quarterback.  You must have really stuck your tits in his face to
land such a catch.

- Catch my eye!  He's certainly had an eye for my bod ever since
transferring into our Shakespeare class three weeks ago.  I
figured him for some great cocksman given his performance on the
gridiron.  Turns out that his talk is greater than his ability to
slice the gash with his fleshy sword.  I mean really, the girls
have been falling all over him.  So I figure this guy's got to be
hot stuff in the sack in addition to his looks.  I had to change
my panties after he called the other night, just the sound of
that velvet voice was enough to get my pot steamed.  Can you pass
me one of those English muffins?

- Sure, here you go.  Do you want any marmalade?

- Yeah, that would be great.  Anyway, not only did I look great
but I was really on fire when I left last evening.  We were going
to see 'Measure for Measure' that the Theater Players were doing
downtown.  I was looking to cook two geese in one pot as it were,
get both my Shakespeare review and myself done all in one night.
Well, I managed to do both but not the way I intended.  God am I
still hungry.  Can you pop a couple of more muffins in the
toaster?

- Of course, do you want some more orange juice or some coffee?

- A little more OJ, I'll wait on the coffee until the muffins are
done.  Anyway as I was saying, I was really primed for the
evening.  You were out when he stopped by to pick me up.  Too
bad!  For once I was ready on time!  The bell rang and when I
opened the door there was this bronzed Apollo, sleekly dressed in
a pair of khakis and a mauve polo shirt.  The blond streaks in
his hair sparkled, back lit from the late afternoon sun. I don't
know if it was the sun shining in my eyes, or this vision of
manly perfection but I was almost ready to jump him right here.
We wouldn't have even made it back to the bedroom.  You would
have caught us in 'copulo', I'm sure.

- Here are your muffins and coffee.  So with such a good start,
how could the evening go south?

- South?  Jenn, this evening went so far south that I found
myself in Antarctica before I could get back on track.

- So he left you high and dry?

- Well, he certainly left me high but not dry.  I'll get to that
in a moment.  Anyway, we got to the theater in plenty of time.
It was a nice evening, the sky had an ochre tinge from the
setting sun.  Sitting on the square, we shared a lemonade and
watched the people come and go.  This was the first nice weekend
since the end of April and it was nice not to wear a sweater.
Will and Jane came over and joined us.  It turns out they were
going to the play as well.  Jane gave me the weirdest look when
she sat down.  It was kinda like, 'what are you doing with that
guy, don't you know about him?'  Little did I know, but I was
sure going to find out.  Well, the play was OK, I just don't like
these things where a guy is sentenced to death for fornication.
Geez, that would take 99% of my boyfriends out of circulation!
The acting was excellent.  Hey, you know that guy who moved in
four doors down, Edward Smith, though I think he spells it the
funny English way, S-m-y-t-h-e.

- The one with the long reddish hair?

- Yeah, that's him.  He played Claudio and did a bang-up job.

- Bang-up, huh?  Well Kate, I've run into him at the store a
couple of times and I can think of something I would like him to
bring a little bang-up to.

- Go for it then, he seems real nice.

- I think I just might do that.  Here's your coffee.

- Thanks.  After the play we walked back up the hill with Will
and Jane.  They invited us to join them at Nick's but I
graciously declined, saying we had other plans.

- Hmmm, I wonder what kind of plans those might be?

- All right, already!  Let me finish with the story.  Anyway,
there was a nice breeze at the top of the hill.  I had left the
bottom buttons of the skirt undone and the wind came right
through the slit, lifting up the back just like a hoisted
spinnaker.  There were a couple of guys walking towards us that
got a good flash of panty, though they didn't even crack a smile
since I was with Mr. All-American Quarterback.  I guess they
thought he would pound them into the pavement or whatever it is
football players do when they get pissed.  I didn't care too much
because the air felt pretty damn good as it coursed over the tops
of my thighs.

- Nothing like a nice spring breeze, is there?  Especially when
you've got a case of hot pants!

- Well it certainly was refreshing; the sweet zephyr sucked out
that pleasing scent carried forth from my sweet quim by the
leaking love oils.  I could feel my cheeks flush with the warmth
of desire as the delicate perfume wafted about my body.  God
Jenn, I swear it was all I could do from jumping his bones right
then and there.  Each scented breath only increased the lovely
wetness between my legs.

- I'm surprised that you didn't have every dog in the
neighborhood running up to catch a sniff.

- Believe me I heard some pretty aggressive barking and a couple
of dogs strained at their leashes.  I'm pretty thankful that they
are enforcing the new leash law.  Otherwise, I would have really
been in trouble.

- The story is making me a little hungry Kate, do you want me to
fix you another English muffin too?

- Yeah, I could go for that.  Is there more coffee?  I could use
another cup.

- Give me a minute and I need to run the Braun through another
cycle.

- Thanks, the coffee really hits this spot this morning.  Anyway,
when we got into his apartment, I thought that I really had
better play it cool.  I really didn't know him too well and .

- In other words you didn't go straight for his belt and zipper
once you were safely inside.

- Geez Jenn, you know that I can keep it together even in the
face of an imminent fuck!  No, of course I didn't grab for the
meat right off, I was thirsty from the walk back and needed
something to drink.

- Sure Kate, and I bet I can guess what you wanted to drink.

- Ha, ha, pretty funny Jenn.  Just wait 'til you hear how this
all turned out.

- Looks like it wasn't the winter, or should I say springtime, of
your discontent!

- True, no discontent, but the end came not in the way you would
ever guess.  Anyway, I mentioned that I was a little thirsty.  It
turns out that Mr. All-American Quarterback doesn't drink
anything stronger than Mountain Dew.  He had some lemonade in the
fridge, and I told him that would be fine.  I looked around the
living room as he went into the kitchen to get the drinks.  You
would absolutely not have believed this room.  Posters of
football players covered virtually every square inch of wall
space.  You know that my knowledge of football is about enough to
fill a thimble!  I did recognize three posters of Mr.
All-American Quarterback that came from various sports magazine
covers.  The rest  were all pretty much meaningless to me.  Some
of the helmet logos looked pretty neat but I don't know why they
always pick such dark colors for their uniforms; I mean a real
nice peach and cream would look so nice or even ecru and cerulean
blue.

- Kate, I hate to break it to you, but football is a violent
game.  I don't think that these guys want to go around hitting
one another while wearing uniforms designed by Givenchy or
Versace.

- Come on Jenn I know that, but field hockey gets pretty rough
and tough and we always tried to look our best.

- You're not really comparing field hockey to football?

- Why not?  Have you ever had your ankles chopped at with a field
hockey stick?  I had more bruised legs from field hockey than I
care to think about.  And remember, field hockey player don't
wear all that protective stuff that Mr. All-American Quarterback
wears when he goes out to play.

- All right Kate, I can see I'm not going to win this one.  What
happened next?

- Well, he came out of the kitchen with a nice large glass of
lemonade for me and a bottle of Mountain Dew for himself.  He
looked real macho drinking Mountain Dew straight from the bottle!
Anyway, it turned out that he had a real nice collection of jazz
CDs.  I asked him to pick out something soft and romantic.  He
spent a couple of minutes looking and popped a disc into the
machine.  It sounded pretty familiar to me and I asked what it
was.  Turns out it was Miles Davis's 'Sketches of Spain,' a jazzy
arrangement of the Rodrigo guitar concerto.

- Ummm, I know that one, it's really mellow.

- Yeah, I was feeling pretty mellow too as I snuggled next to
him.  I had taken a couple sips of lemonade, just enough to
quench my thirst but not my lust if you know what I mean.

- Sure, the tart taste that leaves you wanting something sweet.

- You bet.  Anyway, I took the bottle of Mountain Dew from his
hand and put it on the end table on my side of the couch.  I didn
't think he would be needing anything more to drink, at least
that's what was on my mind.  Of course if he wanted a little
taste of honey, you know the sweet pearly kind, that was always
an option that I was keeping open.

- Ah sweet love, the parting of the delicate petals, the liquidey
dew drops, the feathery touch of the tongue; the nexus of love
when touched swells with the gentle flush of anticipation.

- Enough already Jenn, that all comes in due time or is it in due
time all come.  Yikes, stop it already Jenn, too many iambic
pentameters running through my head.  Anyway, I was primed to see
whether what was stuffed inside his pants would win any
All-American awards.  I started to turn up the heat a bit by
gently biting on his ear lobe and blowing soft puffs of warm air
into his ear. It certainly had the desired result.  My left hand,
drawn by no magic of my own to the buttoned fly of his jeans,
started to massage his growing cock.  There was no question that
this was going to be an evening of delight, but ever the cautious
one, I wanted it to last.  I whispered in his ear that he was in
for a special treat, something to take the edge off.

- Edge off?  You mean get it off!  Yeah, I bet he bit on that
one, didn't he Kate?

- At the time, I didn't know what he was thinking.  All that
escaped his lips was a deep moan.  I wasn't going to waste any
more time.  My quim was simply drooling love juice in
anticipation, but I was determined this fuck was going to last.
I figured if I sucked him just to the zenith of release and let
things ebb it would be all the better for me.  I wanted the void
in my cunny filled up with sweet thick jism.  Jeez, it had been
at least two weeks since I'd gotten off with a guy.  Anyway, I
quickly slid down onto my knees, my hands undoing the buttons as
fast as possible, shaking with anticipation of seeing his swollen
love muscle.  Well, was I ever surprised when I pulled his pants
down over his hips.  There was no downy hair framing his cock and
balls, the skin was baby smooth.  I know a lot of girls who keep
their nether regions neatly trimmed; God knows that I do this,
but a guy?  No way I thought.  This was sure a first for me.  The
surprising thing was that it made his cock look larger and more
appealing.  No stray pubies to get caught in my teeth!!

- Yeah, like that's what you were thinking about!

- Of course I wasn't thinking about that!  All I wanted was to
get this guy ready to mount!  Well, it was really rather neat to
lick the smooth skin encasing his two love jewels.  Dabs of
saliva coated the skin as my tongue slid back and forth and all
around each little orb.  My left hand was busy, gently pumping on
his love rod, drawing forth droplets of jizzy lubricant.  When I
popped one of his balls into my mouth, his cock began to twitch
with excitement.

- Geez Kate, every time I try doing that the guy spouts off like
a geyser!

- Yeah, it used to happen to me a lot as well.  You can't pump
the rod too hard or fast because most guys don't have any
self-control.  You have to feather it, getting them excited but
not to the point where the trigger gets pulled.  Also, you need
to be ready to squeeze down at the base to bring things back
under control.  I've found that if you girdle the base with a
firm grip and breathe in really fast while you've got the tip of
his cock in your mouth, it brings the ardor under control.  I
guess it's the cool air that passes over his cock as you inhale
and along with the pressure that somehow cuts off the sensation
of coming.  After that you let them go slightly limp and they're
able to fuck much longer.  Anyway, I wanted a quick taste before
temporarily turning off his love spigot.  I figured three or four
sucks ought to satisfy my sweet tooth.  I quickly tongued the tip
before sliding the tool into my mouth, savoring the pearly liquid
's taste.  Well, I didn't even get to the third draw when he
erupted filling my mouth with jizz.  Of course I wasn't nearly
prepared to take his offering as the shuddering cock shot streams
of come into my mouth.  I felt a thin stream ooze out the side of
mouth and figured that I better start swallowing pretty darn
quick before it started to drip all over the place.  I certainly
didn't want to get any on my silk blouse.  Nothing more
embarrassing than telling the dry cleaner what the stain is - 'no
it isn't cream sauce; I was going down on my boyfriend and couldn
't quite keep all the come in my mouth.'

- Definitely yucky!

- You bet!  Anyway, I was really pissed at letting the situation
get out of control.  It seemed like my mouth took a week's worth
of stored up love juice and unless Mr. All-American Quarterback
had amazing recuperative powers, I was in for at least an hour's
wait.  I licked a stray ribbon of come off my lips and looked up
and there was Mr. All-American Quarterback, looking dead to the
world!

- No way!

- Yup, I had blown him into oblivion!  He was lying, head back
against the couch, a vague smile on his face, snoring softly.  I
gave him a firm push but to no avail, he hardly stirred, out like
a light.  Boy was I pissed!

- So what did you do?

- Well, I figured out that I really needed to get back at this
guy for being so inconsiderate.  I couldn't lather his face with
his come as I had already swallowed all of it.  I sat there in a
funk for a couple of minutes, my built up passion slowly ebbing,
the crotch of my panties beginning to feel cold and clammy rather
than hot and oily.  Then it came to me, I would leave him a nice
scented memento of my wasted evening.

- You didn't!

- Oh Jenn but I did!  I figured that this guy was going to sleep
this one off and that what better way to sleep than to draw in my
juicy memory with each breath.  My hand slid down across the
bunched up skirt until my fingers found the ignored channel,
whose damp secretions continued to spread throughout the cotton
barrier.  There was no way that I was going to take the necessary
time getting off, especially sitting at the foot of this
slumbering fool.  My only task was to imbue the panties with as
much of the delicate feminine love oil as they would hold.  My
fingers went to work, stroking the fabric back and forth into the
love channel, drawing as much of the viscous juice out of my quim
and into the cotton fibers.   Satisfied that there was little
more to be wicked out, I slid the panties off, letting my quim
bask in the evening's delicate air.  I looked at Mr. All-American
Quarterback lying there, supine like a stuffed swine.  I slipped
the panties over his face, adjusting the moist crotch band over
his nose so that my perfumed oils would be his for the rest of
the night.

- Oh my God, tell me again that you really did that!

- I really did that!  He was really quite a site, pants down
around his knees, a hairless crotch framing a flaccid cock,
lavender panties covering his face.  Just desserts for my ruined
evening.

- Poor sweet Kate, abandoned at love's altar.

- Well Jenn, that's exactly how I felt.  Anyway, it was over for
good with this guy.  I finally figured out what Jane's weird look
meant.  I started to head on home when I bumped into Will.  It
turns out that Jane had to finish up some work and called it an
early evening.  Will remarked that it was a surprise to see me so
soon afterwards.  I told him something unfortunate had come up,
which was of course the truth.  He looked at me kind of funny,
saying he figured out what came up.  It turned out that I had a
driblet of dried come on my chin.  In my haste to leave Mr.
All-American Quarterback, I hadn't checked the mirror to maker
sure my face was clean.  God was I ever embarrassed about that.

- Ugh, I'll bet!

- Actually Will was pretty sweet.  He moistened his finger and
wiped off the offending evidence.  He could see that I was down
in the dumps and asked me over to his place for a glass of wine.
I said that I would settle for some brandy if he had it; I needed
something a little stronger than Chablis.  Anyway, we headed over
to his place, the cool night air sweeping through my skirt, its
gentle breeze purging my quim of the lingering after effects of
Mr. All-American Quarterback's failed attempt at quenching my
lusty need.

- I can see where this story is headed.

- Come on Jenn, Will is really a sweet guy and he's not going
with anyone right now.  I certainly wasn't figuring on anything
happening between the two of us; I thought we would have a drink
and I would be on my way home.

- Kate, even I know you better than that!  One drink and you
would be on your way, but the destination certainly wouldn't be
this apartment.  Do go on.

- Well, we sat down with our brandies and I told him about what
happened with Mr. All-American Quarterback.  He laughed when I
told him how the evening concluded, the football star sleeping on
the couch with a love-juice soaked panty covering his face.  Will
thought that maybe our football star was betrayed by his
steroid-buffed body; no telling what all those muscle building
drugs will do to ones libido.  I smirked, responding that I was
putting on permanent hold my dream about fulfilling the fantasy
of playing the horny cheerleader.  Give me someone who is sweet
and intellectual and not a plumbing-impaired Adonis.  Anyway, we
talked for a while longer about the play and other stuff.  The
brandy was nice and I was just getting ready to head on home when
Will leaned over and kissed me.

- I knew it was just a matter of time!

- Maybe, but it certainly caught me by surprise.  It was one of
those nice gentle kisses, his tongue slipping into my mouth for a
flickering moment.  I responded in kind, darting mine into his
mouth, quickly dueling with his tongue before withdrawing.  I
slid into his arms, pulling his head against mine in a firm
embrace.  Leaving an aftermath of soft kisses on the nape of my
neck, Will's next kiss was more passionate, more insistent.  One
of his hands had moved to my breasts, gently pinching the nipples
through the delicate twin fabrics of blouse and bra, drawing
passion into each nub.  God, did this ever feel good!  We slid
off the couch onto the carpeted floor, bodies intertwined, hands
groping at buttons, zippers, and clasps until we were both naked.
I pushed my recharged quim hard against his knee pinioned between
my thighs, oozing balmy emollient into his skin.  His cock
responded in kind, delicately discharging some warm slick oil on
my stomach as we grappled with one another.

- Heaven, I'm in heaven.

- You got that right Jenn, though the dancing cheek to cheek was
still to come.  I was really feeling ripe and ready, returning
every one of his strokes and kisses with those of my own.  We
managed to get untangled as he pulled one of the pillows off the
couch.  He prompted me to raise my ass and quickly slid the soft
bolster underneath it, elevating my cunny level with his face.
What came next can only be described as some sort of magic.

- That old black magic of a voodoo sort?

- Who knows, and I certainly didn't care by the time morning
came.  I'm lying there, my sweet nether lips beckoning his tongue
which at this point was tracing warm moist lines up and down my
thighs, pausing only briefly at the juncture of my cunny.  Each
pause was accompanied by a quick flick of the tongue over my
swollen portal, only to be withdrawn in an instant.  Well, as you
might guess I'm starting to get with this rhythm; my hips began
to gently rock to the beat of his tongue as it moved up and down,
back and forth, a metronome of passion.  By love's long last he
found my love pearl, opening the gate with the touch of his soft
fingers.  The delicate swipe of his sweet tongue, that first
brief touch, pushed a soft moan out from the depths of my lustful
cunny.  His tongue quickened to the task of bringing me to the
abyss of surrender, each light lash lasting longer than the one
before.  I started to quiver with anticipation of being cast over
a cliff into a canyon filled with a kaleidoscope of floating
colors, swirling and dancing before my eyes.  Finally, with his
tongue dancing back and forth between my little love nub and
nectar-filled channel, I came with the most delicious whiplash
orgasm I've ever experienced.  Intense and drawn-out, I continued
to quiver, jelly-like, even after the waves of joy receded.

- Oh my God Kate, I'm getting wet just hearing about this!  The
last two guys I've slept with wouldn't even consider going down
on me.  That joker Frank McCoy even claimed to be allergic to
love's liquid balm, claiming he broke out in hives if even a drop
touched his lips.  That assertion was belied, by the quickness
with which he dipped his prick into my honey pot.  It certainly
didn't stay swollen for very long after gaining entrance.  Damn
it, why do I end up with all the pigs?

- I don't know Jenn, you're bound to find a keeper one of these
days.  Anyway, as soon as my strength returned, I pushed him over
onto his back, slipping the pillow, freshly scented from my come
under his head.  I straddled him, my quim poised over the tip of
his lovely cock.  Gazing into his eyes with a sparkle of my own,
I drew the head of his prick over my quim blending the soft
pearls that were oozing out of the tiny cock-hole with the spent
oils from my own love channel.  We smiled at one another as I
centered love's arrow to it's receptive target, slowly lowering
my hips, taking up each measured inch until it was fully inside
me.  Whether it was the just-passed orgasm or the evening's prior
frustration, I was filled with floating elation with only this
lovely cock tethering me to earthly reality.  Cock and quim, quim
and cock; my hips started to rock against his root being, sliding
back and forth along the lubricated length.  His hands plucked at
my nipples, by this time swollen again with a lust for release.
Feeling the premonitory twitching of his cock, I slid down into
his arms, forcing my tongue deep into his mouth.  I felt my
nether lips start to spasm once again with orgasmic intensity,
sucking his wonderful cock deep inside me, my own discharge
bathing his heavenly one with sweet warmth.  I lay there, atop
him, totally drained by this second come, feeling the warm fluids
slowly drain out, leaving a shiny coat of love on his pubic
mound.

- Ummm, Kate?

- Yeah, Jenn?

- You'll have to excuse me, there's something I need to attend to
in the bedroom.  Don't come in for about ten minutes or so,
pretty please?

- Sure thing.  Anyway, I've got to start working on this paper.

- Oh, and Kate?

- Yes?

- All's well that ends well.

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