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Subject: {ASSM} Beggars Can't Be... part 4 {Gamera} (MF rom)
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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.
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