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Subject: {ASSM} Beggars Can't Be... Part 4 {Gamera} (MF rom)
Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2001 20:10:03 -0500
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                        Disclaimer

This is piece of fiction.  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 of this story.   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
thought 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 and ASSTR/ASSM is assumed and encouraged.

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
turtlemeat69@hotmail.com

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gamera
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gamera/Beggars_Can't_Be

                 Beggars Can't Be... Part 4
                    More Naughty Bits
                            by
                      Kenny N Gamera

   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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