Message-ID: <26431asstr$969541807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Kenny Gamura" <turtlemeat69@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: <F118NqFJ3sl3xbYiMCI000089f5@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 20 Sep 2000 18:33:21.0526 (UTC) FILETIME=[40E17160:01C02331] Subject: {ASSM} Beggars Can't Be... part 4 {Gamera} (MF rom) Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2000 09:10:10 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/26431> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge, IceAltar Disclaimer This is a piece of fiction. Its characters have not even contemplated such things, mostly because said characters do not exist. Any imagined resemblance to people living or deceased is either the result of dementia on the reader's part or that the reader is, in fact, a character this story. None of these are conditions to be proud of, and it would not be wise to draw attention to one's self by claiming any similarity. It is assumed that readers of this story have the permission of the state, mom, dad, and pastor and are able to tell the difference between real and make- believe. Furthermore, the writer is fully aware that he is bound for hell, but welcomes both praise or/and well thoughts out, humourous insults on his writing skill. Note: he already knows he cannot spell warth shet. The events and descriptions of this story are the sole property of Kenny N Gamera and should not be recorded, reposted, or profited from in anyway without express written permission of the person hiding behind that pen name. Reposting and free archiving will be tolerated given the writer's name and address remains attached. Archiving by Deja.Com, Remarque.com, and ASSTR/ASSM is assumed and encouraged. Thanks go to the cute red-headed girl for her editing. Remember, the fuck-ups still belong to me. Thank You and Good Day, Kenny N Gamera turtlemeat69@hotmail.com Beggar's Can't Be... by Kenny N. Gamera Part Four More Naughty Bits If this were a love story, I imagine that I would have picked up Jenny right there and carried her to her bedroom. This, however, is not a love story (wink, wink), and I was neither capable of lifting her nor did I have a clue as to where I would have carried her if I were, in fact, about the size and shape (as being in condition) of Fabio. Instead, I got to my feet and, in a gentlemanly manner, helped my lady love to her feet. She held my hand after getting up and looked at me with the look that Nancy always gave Ronnie (if you have no clue as to what I mean get an old issue of Time). Then, she went to her toetips and kissed me, on the cheek, her lips just touching enough to leave the slightest "smooch" sound as they parted with my skin. "Let's go, big boy," she said as she pulled me by my hand to her room. I followed. Her room had a bed. I am sure that things I would notice later were also there, but at the time all I was only aware of the bed. Well, I didn't really notice the bed itself in any detail, either. It was there, and both of us seemed to fit on it. To be honest, that was the extent of my interest in my surroundings at the time. She pushed me against it, and I slumped into a seated position as she lowered herself to her knees. Her hands reached out for my penis, the tips of her fingers just touching together around it. With it softly in her grip, she looked at me and smiled. Then, my dick again disappeared into her mouth, even as her eyes watched my face. I resisted the urge to touch her head and to stroke her hair. Instead, I dug my hands into the bedspread. I felt good (like, duh!), but if the truth be known, there is nothing I find sexier than watching a woman giving head. Excuse me, there is nothing I find sexier than watching a woman who enjoys giving head giving head. Jenny enjoyed what she was doing, and I wanted to just study her face as she held me in her mouth. I can only say that, right then, hers was the most beautiful face I had ever seen. Her lips were stretched, not to their fullest, but still a more than goodly amount around the upper shaft of my penis. With her eyes open and locked onto mine, her tongue stroked its trapped head and tickled in the right spots. Her right hand stroked with a slow twisting motion on the exposed bulk of my erection. Her left was busy fondling my testicles through the scrotum. Eventually, she began lowering her head, fitting about four inches into her mouth. She held me there a moment, then two, before she began to slide her lips up to the head. Again, her head moved toward my stomach but still halted midway to my pubic patch. She pulled back and began to orally copulate with me, using steady, unhurried motions. I enjoyed the sensation of her mouth and the show of her slow blow, for several minutes. She brought me almost to the point where I could take no more. My body tensed, and all feeling became centered around my penis. She sensed this and tried to suck down on me in earnest, but I pushed her away and forced her back to her feet as I rose to mine. I spun both of us around so her back was to the bed. I shoved against her gently, as a hint, with no more force then it would take to move a butterfly in flight. Jenny took my direction as silently as I had given it. She slid down on the bed and turned to lay down. I knelt between her knees. I lined up my penis with the dark patch of her pubic hair. Her hand lowered to her sex and parted her lips. I leaned forward and missed. Instead, I poked her in the `taint (don't make me explain that old joke). I tried again. This time I slid partially in. Her passage held the head of my penis like a vise, blocking my efforts to enter. I pulled back after that initial resistance then moved forward until I again felt her vagina resist. I began to slowly repeat the process. Each push forward went in a little further so that in steps my penis entered her. At last, I felt my length in her to the fullest point. Through this, she held her eyes closed and bit down on her lower lip. Whether she concentrated on the feeling or on blocking the pain from my entry, I do not know. She finally looked up at me and smiled. I resumed with short thrusts of my hips as I felt her secretions spread along the length of my shaft. Each stroke became a little easier than the last. When the last of the resistance to my penis ended and it could slide freely, I lowered myself onto her. Our lips met, and I shoved my tongue into her mouth. Hers found mine. As our tongues fought, I began to fuck her in earnest. I wrapped her in a tight embrace. She followed suit and closed her arms around my back. Each of my thrusts, she matched with a sympathetic motion. We broke our kiss, panting for air like divers coming up from the depths. Her hand went to my chest. She pushed up gently. I raised myself to my hands in response to her silent request. After I had cleared from her view, she lifted her head and watched my penis thrusting between her labia. I leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. This caused her to look up at me. She grinned like a schoolgirl with candy. I had to break into a smile, as well. She reached up and gave me a smooch, before returning her gaze to our joined genitalia. I glanced down, too. Together, we watched as my penis entered and exited through her labia. An inch or so remained outside of her at the end of each forward thrust. I was too afraid to go farther into her, as I was already pushing against her cervix (So sue me; I'm a nervous nellie). The stroke back exposed most of my penile shaft which shined with the moisture of her lubrication. For the moment, I copulated with her slowly as I enjoyed the long lost feeling of being in a woman. At last, Jenny broke from her trance and shifted her eyes back to me. She lifted her upper body to place her mouth over my right teat. Her tongue play sent shivers down my spine (well, it did) as it caressed the tiny point of my nipple. I throw my head back and groaned in pleasure. My rhythm broke, and I began to move with uncontrolled jerks in place of the fluid motions I had used before. Jenny pulled me down to her. Again, we kissed, but this one was shorter and much less desperate. As we kissed, she began to roll over taking me with her. I laid on my back, and she rose above me. She began to rock with just a little bit of roll at the bottom. Back and forth, forth and back, she moved. I just laid there, my eyes squeezed shut and my teeth clinched. She bent down, and her tongue caressed my ear lobe. I began to shake. "Come in me," whispered Jenny. I did. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. 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