Message-ID: <5288eli$9710311110@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dez187lm@hotmail.com (H.D. Meister) Subject: Story: Perverted Monks One - monks000.txt [1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <63b9kf$9p0$1@solaris.cc.vt.edu> Greetings from the Shadows, dear reader!! Here is another humble submission from what passes as my mind. All standard disclaimers apply: if you are not 18 or live in a community where adult material is offensive, do not read this Feel free to archive my stories, so long as all due credit is given to the author... and no profit is made by my work. This is the first in a set which is based upon my love for kung-fu action theater type movies. As there are different styles, I will be experimenting with different approaches to these works. All comments can be directed to dez187lm@hotmail.com, and I will reply to all whom spare me a moment of their time. Hope you enjoy!! Perverted Monks: Snake Style By: H.D. Meister Lamonte stirred the soup, going over the ingredients yet again. He had been working in the college cafeteria for close to two months, and had gained a reputation for being a silent worker. Every now and again, he spoke to one co-worker or another, but that was more show than actual friendship. He left the giant pot and walked towards one of the shops where the students purchased the wide variety offered. He took in the scene with one glance, assured himself that all of the shops were adequately stocked, then turned his attention to Jackie. She was cute, by his standards at least. She was somewhat overweight and spoke with a rather cute tone. He felt the surge within him, and quickly made his way to the kitchen. He worked until 1500 then clocked out. it was Friday, and he was off... a very rare thing for him. He had grown accustomed to working during the weekends. "Hey Lamonte!" He didn't need to trun around to know Jackie had spoken.. He closed his eyes, centered himself, then turned to speak, his face a fantastic mimic of a weary worker. "What's new, Jackie?" "I was about to ask you the same thing. What 'cha doin' this weekend" "Coolin' out." "Alone again? You know... you should get out and find some nice girl to spend the weekend with." "Don't think that animal exists, Jackie. Few women like nerds on their arms during the weekend." Instincts kicked in. He saw doubt flash across her face. Perhaps... He struck. "Well... i have a computer which needs a nerd's touch. Drop by around six." "I'll do that," he laughed. He watched her turn around. Three hours; just enough time. He practiced hard, blocking out the evil chill of the impending Virginia winter. Jackie. A reason to see her... and knowledge that her roommate was going home for the weekend. It was the perfect chance to know pleasure within Jackie's love. It was the perfect setup... With one final strike, he let the thoughts flow from his mind, then entered the bathroom and showered. Before knocking on her door, he let his eyes slither over every shadow. He memorized his escape route, and listened for the sounds of parties getting setup. With a nod, he knocked, and prepared to do battle. "Great! Please help me. This thing is going to drive me up the wall!" "I'll see what I can do, Jackie. Where's the computer?" "My room. COme on." He followed, his eyes once more slithering over her apartment. He catalogued every shadow... every obstacle... everything which could be used as a weapon. He noted the position of the phone, the television, and the couch. Sitting down in front of her computer, Lamonte focused his mind on the task before him. There would be time enough to note the layout of her room. "There. That will take care of the problem." "Lamonte you are a wiz!" "That's what happens when all one does is sit in front of a computer most of the day." His eyes began to take stock of her room. it was neat. Overly neat. He sniffed the air, covering his actions with the lie of wiping a runny nose. Soft perfume hung in the air. Her skin was freshly washed and scented like a rose bush. "Now that you're here, mind if I ask why you chose to stay alone?" "You can ask, but I'll doubt you'll understand." She waited. He inhaled, controling the hiss as much as possible. The strike must be true, he reminded himself. He looked into her eyes. Within seconds, she was his. "I tend to be somewhat... evil... where sex is concerned. I really am a nice guy, although I'll deny that in a court of law." He smiled as she laughed. She was his. "I like sex, not fucking. I treat women with the respect that they deserve. All that matters to me is their pleasure. And I am never satisfied with my performance. Never." Lamonte opened his grip on her soul, letting her decide fully. He knew what the outcome would be. Serpents always knew what their poison dould do, no matter that men thought them unintelligent. He watched the questions flow across her eyes. When he saw one in particular, he tightened his grip and continued. "Besides... I like women who don't fit the model mold. Within limits... I like women with some size to them. There is more to please, in my opinion." The glint in her eyes told him what he needed to know. The venom was working well. He sniffed the air, filtering out everything but her own scent. He could smell the fragrant stench of the venom as it flowed thick within her veins. He watched as she rose, impressed with her will. She did not know the source of the burning within her, but she knew what would quench it. Lamonte let his face fall, draining itself of all emotions. She was his this night. He struck again. "And... she must be a friend first. Nothing else will do. I'm not like the bums slithering through the bars looking for a quick fuck. I want the woman I have sex with to know that I care about her feelings and desires. Ohterwise... it's just not worth it. To her or me." "Do I fit your requirements?" Jackie asked. Her breath smelled sweetly sick, thick with his venom. She was his. He let his eyes snake their way over her body. He smiled warmly, speeding the venom as it made its way through her. She straddled him, and he placed his hands on her thighs. He licked his lips, then inched his way forwards. He kissed her, and she wilted, That which was hers was no longer. Now he owned her, and would use her as he saw fit. That she would get pleasure was good... but not entirely necessary. He left her lips and trailed his tongue over her neck. He heard her breathing, short gasping attepmts to fill her lungs with pure air. He enjoyed her struggle; the venom within her had spilled into the air. His hands pushed gently at her thighs, and she rose. Yet he continued to lick her neck. He stopped just long enough to begin removing her clothing. The shirt came off with ease, and he set about sucking the venom gently from the sweat which glazed her body. He felt her hands pull spasmodically at his shrit. Instinct itched at his spine and he wiggled just enough to aid her attempts. Free of that restraint, he now moved to remove her pants. When they fell, he felt his fangs itch. His eyes narrowed as he examined each thread of her white panties. He could smell the taint of others before him. None were masters of their craft. Now for the final strike: the touch of Death. "I want all of you, Jackie. All of you." He let his fingers slide over her plump rear, fighting the urge to hiss. She was his. Yet... would she find the will to resist? Many did. He looked up, dragging his nose against the crotch of her panties. His toungue flicked out. Then he slid his hands under her panties. The middle finger of one hand slithers along her rear crack, searching for that darkest of corners of a woman's center. It found the entrance, and slid inside. He knew what he was asking. He knew the power of the venom. What he did not know was the strength of her will. When he looked into her eyes, he knew. She was strong... yet she trusted him. The venom had worked well. He would know the depts of both tunnels. He smiled, then fastened his mouth to her love. The taste of her nectar as it flowed empowered him. She was truly his. He heard her bellow with pleasure... and surprise. The others were not masters of their craft. He rose and shed the last of his skin. As she looked at his strength, he removed her bra. He was impressed; they looked even better than he had dreamt. He suckled on one nipple and found it tasted of the sweetest candied treat. He lowered her to the floor, removing her panties as he did. One hand was all that was necessary for the other sought out the skin he would shield himself with. That venom was not to taste of her. He entered her, basking in her warmth. She expected speed; he gave her stealth. He struggled to keep the mask on his face, just as she struggled to look into his eyes. The venom was working quickly. Too quickly. The number three flashed across his face, and he noted it. Each stroke was aimed to bring her total pleasure... and spike the venom within her. The others were not masters. Without leaving her, he rolled over, pulling her with him. The surprise in her eyes and gasp pleased him. They were not even aspiring students. She tried to fall slowly upon his manhood; he slammed her on it. That which she wanted was irrelevant; she was his. One hand ordered two fingers to find solace within her rear entrance, and they obeyed. When they had done so, she felt the venom spike within her, running up her spine. He saw her open her mouth to scream, yet heard nothing save her gasps. With pleasure? No matter. He felt her tighten her grip on him. One. He pulled her off of him. She was beginning to recover. He dragged her up his body, covering his chest with her nectar. There were no panties in his way now, and he fastened his lips to her clit. "God! Lamonte! I...." The others were fading. Soon, they would be forgotten dreams remembered only in the twilight of morning dreams. His tongue entered her love and coated itself with her passion. He could taste her; the venom ran thick within her. She spun her, never removing his face from the warm embrace of her quivering thighs. He had giver a command, and she obeyed. She removed his plastic skin, and nursed on his strength. He knew he would not spray his venom into her mouth; no woman possessed the power to make him. She was close. He paused, wondering should he. Mercy. He would show her mercy. With two fingers within her rear, he increased his sucking, draining her of her wine. She lifted her mouth and tried in vain to draw a breath of pure air. Her body shook violently, and he heard her try to scream her pleasure. Two. Then he slithered about her, molding her body to his until he was behind her as she lay on her side. He knew what he wanted, and had his own twisted reasonings behind it. He watched her body react to the venom, and wondered at the pleasures she was swimming in at present. What would she say about him when she spoke of lust with her female friends? Would she speak kindly... or would she simply frown and growl at his attempts to give her pleasure. That she was not a virgin was not a consideration; all he wanted was to teach her that he was more than he appeared. He was the king robed in coral. The pretender who was not pretending: that was Lamonte. He dragged the head of his strength along the path to the entrance he sought. He wanted to hear her ask... beg... for him to fill her. "Lamonte... don't tease me.... Please..." A sweet sound... like soft silent shushes of winter winds through changing leaves. He fulfilled her request, and filled her rear with his manhood. Then... he enjoyed. He would have been considered a degenerate by anyone's constraints, but that did not bother him. All that he wanted was the bliss and glow of a woman fully within the grasp of pleasure. She moaned, and he feasted upon her pleasure. Perhaps another sought entrance here... but he had done what they had not been capable of doing. He had not only found entrance, but had brought pleasure to Jackie in a manner which others could only chuckle about while in the company of others who claimed to be men. Then came the challenge. HE was fast approaching his own release, and wondered where she would like him to find this release. Within her nether entrance? He knew not where, but knew that he would find release... of a sort. Laying behind her, he leaned forward and wispered in her ear. "Where, Jackie? You know I cannot last forever. Where?" "I... don't care... Lamonte. You are..." He never let her finish. If she said she loved him, it would mean nothing. And yet... it would. He did not wish to burden her with one such as he; he knew full well what he was destined to do, and did not want her to taste the pain which would soon torment him until he passed from the Earth... and beyond. He was his, and he let her go.. Lamonte let her feel the passion that flowed through his dreams as he filled her with his manhood. he felt the clarion call of his orgasm, and denied it... favoring seeing her slip into the comfortable darkness of her last orgasm. Then he felt the venom take hold of him. He knew that it would, and did not fight its power. One. Two. Three. Each signaled his impending orgasm. Each spoke of the power of his lust... his caring. With the last thougt inside of his mind, he filled her love with three fingers as the other two pulled on the guardian of her love. He locked his eyes open, and focused them upon her own eyes. Turned as she was, he saw the light of realization flicker and die. She now knew the fulfillment of many nights alone. She could now remember, and smile. A hand... hers... grabbed his thigh and crushed the flesh in a death grip. He saw her eyes try to remain open. He knew that she would remember fondly this night. He left her apartment, drained of venom. The cold night greeted him, bleeding the warmth from his body. When he had returned to his lair, he sought out his bed, and curled himself into a ball. He could smell the scent of her venom laced flesh. Outside, he smiled. Somewhere within him, a face shed one tear.... 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