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FORTHRIG old should have known
"Forthright" {Pendragon} (MF rom cons oral wl)
FORTHRIGHT
by Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
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This material is Copyright, 1996, Uther Pendragon. All
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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly
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FORTHRIGHT
by Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
"This is not going to work, Bob."
"Which quotes Jeanette Brennan when I suggested kissing her,
which quoted Jeanette Brennan when I suggested her being on top."
"I never objected to your kissing me. What ..."
"I still have elbow scars on my ribs to prove otherwise."
"Well, there's a time and a place for everything."
"And if I wasn't supposed to kiss that place, why did God
give you lips down there?"
"And I only objected to being on top in a tent."
"Yah shuure."
"It didn't really work."
"It worked fine. You enjoyed yourself. You were just a wet
blanket before and after. Anyway..."
"Ann says that bad puns are grounds for annulment."
"Anyway, it only stands to reason that lovemaking on our
honeymoon would be more in tents. You and Ann are engaged in
wishful thinking. We need, I think, a wall for you to lean
against."
"Or we could try a bed for me to lie on."
"Party pooper. Kiss!"
"Mmmm."
"Mhm.... I like you."
"I like you too, goofy as you are."
. . .
"You're ready. Let's try."
"It's not going in, should I roll forward like this."
"Better.... But not good enough."
"Let me."
. . .
"Having your hand on Junior is not going to get him lower,
however much you push down."
"Why are you so much higher than I am?"
"Darling, I'm six - one. You are five - eight. However much
you want us to be the same height."
"And a half."
"Five - eight and a half."
"Boy, now I know you're horny. You'd never admit the half
inch, otherwise."
"I think that you have better evidence before you."
"Didn't they do this in *The Godfather*? How?"
"She had an especially big vagina."
"Now it's my fault."
"That you are healthy? That was a medical problem."
"I know the problem."
"What?"
"Pfft. Junior's pointed right at my belly button. He thinks
that's where he goes in. Pfpfpft."
"Pff. Hinh hinh hinh.... Dammit, Jeanette, I can't have a
belly laugh and an erection at the same time."
"I've read about these situations, with erection problems
blaming their mates."
"My erection problem is strictly temporary, thank you.
Ignore him and he'll come back. Don't you remember your
sophomore year?"
"Yes. And you blamed me for your problem back then, too."
"Let's go to bed."
"I think another member of your suggested that long
ago. Glad you've caught up."
"The hell of it is that London prostitutes used to do it
standing up all the time. It's ridiculous that two people as
smart as we are can't figure it out."
"Forget about that.... Y'know, I'm sort of glad."
"That my game didn't work?"
"Because I know you never did that with another woman."
"To be terribly technical, I didn't do it with you either.
C'mere. Mmmph. Mmmmph...."
"Look who's back."
"Told you so. Hmmmm."
"Stop. Tickles. Told me I should have known he'd be back
because he spent your junior year pressing into me at every
dance. Doesn't follow."
"How so. Was there one dance when he wasn't obtrusive?"
"Because. In my sophomore year. I had no evidence
whatsoever. That he ever. Went down!"
"Pfuh. Pfaahh. Heh. Heh, heh, haahh!... Dammit, that time
was deliberate."
"Poor Junior. Daddy's not mad at you. He's not laughing at
you. He's mad at because she's being silly."
"Careful, Jeanette."
"See, Junior's just like you. He wants a kiss, but instead
of asking for one, he pouts."
. . .
"Look, everything is fine. Why don't you come up here and
give me a kiss?
. . .
"Jeanette. You're taking a chance.
. . .
"I'm warning you!
. . .
"Oh love. Yes doll. Yes. Oh love. Just like that. I love
you, Jeanette. Yes, do! Baby! Oh. Oh, oh. Oh? Yes! God.
Yuh. Huh. Huh.... I love you, baby. I love you."
"You due. Kish?"
"Not 'til you swallow."
"Kiss?"
"Mmph."
"I thought that you said that you didn't care if I swallowed.
How does it taste?"
"The alternative that I had in mind was that you would spit
it out. Not too bad. Like kissing Jeanette plus salt. You?"
"Sort of salt flavored Jello, before it sets. You really
liked that?"
"Loved it! But, y'know what?"
"What?"
"You did it as love for me, and play with him. I'd never
enjoy it if it were a duty. Now, your curiosity. That I can
enjoy."
"Well, he is cute. And he responds to me so much faster than
you do."
"There is something wrong with that statement. Anyhow, can
you get the covers?"
"Okay?"
"Lovely. Do you need anything?"
"Seeing you was enough. I really like that, you know."
"I'll take your word. Do you want a song?"
"How about 'The Hallelujah Chorus'?"
"I can never remember the words. You'll have to settle for:
"Bob loves Jeanette. Bob loves Jeanette. Bob loves
Jeanette. I love you! Bob loves Jeanette. Bob loves Jeanette.
Bob loves Jeanette. I, love, ... you."
THE END
Forthright
Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
1996/10/17
Rev. 1997/01/05
1997/04/25
2000/03/11
2001/11/03
This is one of a series of about the Brennans.
The next in the series is:
gifts.txt "For These Gifts"
The first in the series is:
forever.txt "Forever"
The directory to the entire series is:
brennan.txt
A non-Brennan (and very different) in which oral sex stars
is:
history.txt "History Class"
The directory to all my can be found at:
index.txt