Archive for June 9, 2007

Inquistition of Licuntus Amorlongus for Crimes Against Chastity

I, Licuntus, shall contest the allegations hurled against me by the moral but hypocritical authorities, these so-called guardians of feminine virtue and gallantry. I shall answer point by point their incriminatory questions in the name of the common good and societal modesty.

How dareth they wrong and debase my professorship of attaining sexual satisfaction and my advocacy for loyalty between husband and wife as these wolves in sheeps’ clothing unconscionably invaded my private quarters without a warrant. How they vilifieth and burneth my books and letters in the public square and interrogated my apprentices in irons! Hath they the gall to muzzle the freedom of speech so as to maintain the freedom of speech so as to maintain the status quo of sexual ignorance, hence continued negligence of our most significant other?

The gallant and most chivalrous pastor Master Bathi Ambidexterus brandeth me the purveyor of licentiousness and moral depravity. My brother scholar, what art more debauch than the public display of violence in Shakespeares’ play, where Caesar was stabbed in the back by big men? And Caesar saying, “Et tu, Brute?” If thou art sincere in thy moral guardianship, I dare thee to chain the doors of the brothel of Madame Pimperella, where amongst the patrons is a doddering old man that lookst like thee.

The local magistrate, the most eligible senior bachelor, the very virile Chasegerli Tryahardi, dubbeth my teachings as not baseth on scholarly study, that my methods art fit for the effeminate as they hath no efficacy whatsoever.

On the first part of thy diatribe, Machisimo, I so verily totally agree! No, indeed no. Mine intimate knowledge cometh not from books and bespectacled mentors, from churchmen, or from institutions. They cometh exclusively from my sensitivity and wealth of experience. If experience art never the best mentor for thee, it surpriseth me not thou hast never known what thy Lady Marmalade, thy wife for many years, desireth, but that I hath copiously filleth in thy absence. Thou forgive her though as she hath patience plenty for thy ineptitude.

As for the second part of thy insult, I hold as my witness 50 women and 101 men who hath receiveth and applieth my sexual strategies and shall testify to their sexual fulfillment.

The other detractors, I found thee beneath my notice to merit a counter.

My rationale for mine instruction of the younger generation, is that I believeth the task hath been placeth in mine hands to pass on my knowledge lest it perish in choking conservatism and self-assured complacency.

Sex for mine advanced age art a bonus, a parting gift, however for the young, my apprentices and their ladies, to them, like any human capability or skill, sex must be placeth under scrutiny and be perfecteth, even if only partly, for I too acknowledge human finiteness.

Despite of what thy sayeth to the contrary, I shall enlighten my apprentices with my expertise.

Licuntus Amorlongus

Movie House Rock

In that short, tumultuous but memorable liaison with Crissie, that obese beauty form Forest Hills, she had been the most “You oughta Know”-ish girl I ever had. She scratched my back with her Goth nails, she’s a pervert (gangbanger), and yep, she did go down on me in a theater. And I love her. I’ve told you guys before, all the women I have gone to bed with I instantaneously loved. I consider my body and yours truly holy, so I can only share it in the spirit of love. Logical.

Crissie loved bold flicks, porn, and girlie magazines. So when a hot movie was on the tills, she dragged me along and chose to be seated in the darkest, remotest corner of the movie house, where other couples had more or less the same idea.

We sat in the middle of a torrid love scene, that had Crissie enrapt. Placing my arm over her exposed shoulders, I could feel her bod temp increase by degrees. I too was carried along the actors’ moaning and doggie styling. A pretty faced, long straight black haired actress was being banged hard by a hunk, breasts groped, mouths open.

I slid my finger under Crissie’s skirt, Catholic school issue, and massaged her soft Swoosha under the silk. She in turn grappled my crotch. Impatient by naure, she took my hand and placed it inside her stretched panties. The curly hairs of her Swoosha made me wild. I circled her button with a finger, made it slippery with juice froom her vagina. I tickled it to her satisfaction so that she shucked on my neck and ear.

Two fingers, her button in between, she bit my neck. Two fingers stroked in unison, her breathing warmed my neck. As my left hand quickened to her coming orgasm via clitoris, her nail buried on my tummy’s side. In gratitude, she sucked on my tongue. But I wasn’t through playing.

I put a middle finger in her Swoosha, syrup-ed to perfection. I found her G-spot, just above the entrance, a soft round button directly behind her pubic mound. I tapped it like a guitar pro, alternating it with in and out motions. Now she was jabbing her tongue into my ear. I tapped my finger as fast as I could till it hurt. I knew I hit the spot when her hand grasped mine for added push. Her vaginal muscles contracted around my lucky finger. She let out a whoop that blended well with the sex movie.

She asked if I wanted some, I said sure. She unzipped my jeans and hand-jobbed me. She stared into a spot to my left for a long time, while I waited. Then, she dove.

Her mouth was so hot I thought I’d burst then and there. She was an expert, as if she had no teeth. Her tongue whipped my little head. My pubes were wet with her saliva. Slowly, pressure built up on my penis as she sucked and sucked, didn’t seem to mind how her head bobbed up and down in the sight of others. Others. I remembered her stare and checked. Wham. There they were. A lesbian coupe was intently watching us, as I watched them. They were fingering and mashing each other’s boobs. Meanwhile, my cock’s tickling told Crissie I was gonna blow. Faster she did blew, and with all the sex going on around me, I gave up, firing it straight into Crissies’s waiting mouth. She swallowed it all. She licked my Apollo, plainly for the lesbian couple’s delight, who finger fucked to a frenzy, and both were still.

Crissie brought me to her house and had me fuck her the rest of the afternoon. After that I could barely walk. She rewarded me with fried chicken, fruit salads, and hotdogs. And some take home money, which I spent back then on arcade games and more eating, one of the perks of having a rich girlfriend. That’s one of the reasons why Rick took her from me, he wanted a piece of the pie, so to speak. But he was a lesser man than me, that’s for sure.