Message-ID: <25094asstr$963187802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000708210027.28689.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "Blue Eyes" MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2615.200 Subject: {ASSM} Educating Jeanette Part 3 Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2000 20:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin * This is a work of fiction. * This work contains graphic sexual depictions. If you don't like graphic sexual depictions, stop reading here and don't torture yourself or me. * I did not send you this story. If you found it in your child's/husbands/wife's/student's mailbox, they are subscribing to a newsgroup dedicated to sexual fiction, or are getting mail from someone who is. * You may not copy of forward any part of this work without express permission from the author. **** If you haven't read parts 1 & 2 **** I strongly urge you to curb your urges for the moment, **** and get up to speed. Mail to me and I'll quickly send it. **** I am online quite frequently, and assure you it won't take long **** You can wait. I know you can. Educating Jeanette - Part III - by whognu@hotmail.com After what seemed like the longest kiss in recorded history, as we both tried to catch our breath without panting like dogs, Jeanette looked straight into my eyes and smiled. A glint in the blue of her eyes was the only hint at the giggle that must have been just beneath the surface. We finished washing, and touching, and exploring, then turned the shower off. I stepped out first and, dripping wet, took her hand as she stepped out of the shower. Now that wasn't strictly necessary, but by this point I was being as gallant as I could, and it seemed a natural thing to do. I toweled her off, finishing with her short blonde hair, then quickly did this same for myself. The whole time, Jeanette's eyes never left mine for a second. Continuing with the would-be gallant theme, the next time she leaned in and kissed me, I picked her up. She shrieked, not expecting this at all, and closed her arms tightly around my neck. Here I am, just out of the shower, in my arms is this beautiful naked blonde woman, her legs bent over my left arm at the knee. In the bathroom mirror to my left I can see her pussy peeking out between her legs. I can see the way the light catches in the shine of its wetness like the skin of some bizarre athlete having just completed a marathon. I can also see my own erection poking out just far enough beneath her that she can't feel it bouncing against her as I walk. I look down at her face and kiss her again as I start to walk down the short hall to my room. I have to turn sideways with her to get through the doorway into my room. As I do, my erect penis swings back and forth like some kind of crazy pendulum. I've been told that the Picts used to run into battle naked, with their hair braided together forming a line; and sporting erections as they charged the enemy. Supposedly this was to intimidate the apposing force. If its true, I guess I can understand how intimidating that could be, but I sure can't imagine trying to run like that. Just trying to carry Jeanette down the hall and into my room I thought I was going to injure something that I definitely didn't want to go to the hospital for. When we reached my room, I gently laid Jeanette down on the bed. Ok, that was the plan anyway. What really happened is that I plopped her down on the bed and then continued to go over right down on top of her, with my face stopping neatly in her armpit. She started to laugh, but stopped as my mouth contacted hers. Her lips parted, and our tongue's met. While moving my tongue in ways that were suggestive of the other things it could do later, I rolled off Jeanette toward the center of the bed, and she rolled onto her side to face me, finally breaking contact with my mouth again. My erection - which had been pressed first against the bed as I lay where I had fallen on top of her, and then against her leg as we kissed, was once again visible to her and I could see her trying not to pay too much attention to it. I was laying on my left side, so I used the tips of my right hand to gently touch her side. I lightly ran my fingers down her side, over the curve in her hip and as far down the side of her thigh as I could reach, then back again. Laying on our sides, facing each other, I could see most of Jeanette's body. The way she's positioned on her side with her right arm folded in front of her and her left arm on my side, her breasts are squeezed a bit, and their size slightly exaggerated. Although she isn't very large there, this position really makes the most of what is there, and I cannot resist sliding my hand down and caressing her. Her nipples are standing out as far as I've yet seen them, and the look in her eyes tells me that she's in that trancelike state of complete arousal. I use my left hand again at the small of her back to pull her even closer. Jeanette takes the cue and snuggles up close, opening her legs as my left knee leads the rest of my leg between hers. We're now very close, with her legs slightly scissor apart and my left leg between them. As subtlety as possible under the circumstances, I look down past the small patch of her yellow pubic hair, and with my left hand guide the tip of my erect penis into position at the opening of her pussy and start to move it back and forth just barely between the lips. Jeanette's breath catches as she feels the head of my penis start moving between this most sensitive part of her body. Moisture is almost pouring out of her and my rubbing is spreading it all around, making everything slicker and slicker. Still using my hand for guide, I focus my rubbing near the top/front where I know she will be the most sensitive. Her breath starts to come in ragged gasps. I guide myself lower, starting to enter her. She starts to move now, back and forth..back and forth.. I press in until I feel resistance, then out again. Jeanette moans. I press in again, just a bit more.. She gasps and grabs me.. I squeeze her backside as she starts to convulse At the very edge of control I push in, all the way now Back out, and then in again, we both arch our backs I cry out- so does she. I can feel her muscles squeezing me from inside, again, and again and I feel the viscous fluid pumped from me in wave after wave and collapse back, panting. As Jeanette snuggles in close, and says in husky half whisper "I love you." ______________________ FIN ________________________________ Did you like this story? It's part III of the first I've ever submitted. If you are missing parts I or II, or just want to comment, I'd love to hear from you. The full price for this story, is your comments. They are welcome, appreciated, and even anticipated. -- whognu@hotmail.com You can also try to find me on MSN Messenger, with the handle: "whognu" or on AIM with the handle "whognu blueeyes". I'm more likely to be available on MSN, since I use AIM under a different alais for work. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+