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From: vinnie_tesla@yahoo.com (Vinnie Tesla)
Subject: {ASSM} RP: On Saturday {Vinnie Tesla} (M/F oral rough rom)
Date: Thu,  7 Nov 2002 17:10:05 -0500
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	[Author's note: I originally posted this a year ago today. It
 	was my first ASSM story. Many thanks to the ASSTR staff, the
	alt.sex.stories.d community, and the ASSM readers for giving me
	the opportunity and encouragement to continue and improve.
					 	 --Vinnie]

..I woke up alone in my bed, fantasizing about waking up next to you.

I imagined watching you sleep for a moment, admiring your dark hair,
tousled over your forehead, the delicate seashell color of your slightly
parted lips. Then I'd begin brushing your still-sleeping face with the
gentlest of kisses until your eyes opened, then pressing my mouth
against yours and twining our limbs together, kissing you awake with 
teasing licks and gentle bites along the soft skin of your neck. My cock

is hard and hot, throbbing against your lean thigh. Tendrils of cool 
morning air are finding their way under the covers as we roll together.

I imagined running my hand over your body, still hot and stiff with
sleep, squeezing your damp pussy until you're shaking your hips and
groaning into my mouth.

My teeth on your neck are getting rougher now, my hands on your body
pressing harder. I grab your hair (so soft and fine!) with both hands
and you groan. I kiss your slack mouth hard, and then tug your head
down under the covers, where its warm and dark and stuffy, musky with
our two bodies.  I press your mouth against my nipple for a moment and
you suck frantically. Suddenly I pull you down again until you're
crouched at my waist, trying to keep your feet under the covers, my
erection against your cheek, hot against cool, smooth against smooth.

 From up here in the light and air, I can hear you groan as I hump
against your face, can feel the moisture of your breath against my
balls and thighs, can feel the wild strength in your arms wrapped
around my legs.

I run a hand over your face and press your jaw open with my thumb. You
whimper and grab my thumb into the shocking heat of your mouth. As you
begin to suck, you can hear me groan up above you, feel a wave pass
through my entire body, as my prick pulses against your cheek, the tip
moistening with thin fluid. After a moment, I withdraw my thumb,
except for the tip, pressed against your lower teeth.

We're both trembling now, as I run the slick head of my cock around
your moist lips, still pried open with my thumb. I have to tug hard at
your hair to keep you from engulfing me all at once. I ease my prick
between your jaws, and remove my thumb so that you can form a sucking
seal with your mouth. My hand goes down to grip your jaw from beneath,
and you groan, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine, and producing
an answering groan from above.

By slow steps, we work my cock into your throat, until your nose is
brushing my stomach hairs. I jerk there a few times, transfixed by the
sensation and the thrilling, wicked idea of what you're doing to me.

I release your head, and let you bob at your own pace there under the
covers, writhing under the intense sensations rocketing through my
nervous system. I force my eyes open to watch the shapes moving under
the covers and imagine your lovely face. I can feel the thick hair of
your cunt rubbing against my calf. I stroke your forehead with my
fingertips, run my fingernails over your scalp, and then pull your
mouth off my slick erection.  You struggle to catch your breath down
there in the close musky heat; our bodies have begun to sweat. I'm
intensely aware of the roughness of the sheet against my cockhead
after the slickness of your throat.

Then the shock of light and cool air hit you as I whip the covers off
of us. For a moment I stare transfixed at the slender, graceful body
curled below me; as your eyes meet mine, I feel a shiver of love and
fear--your wild energy, feral and devoted, flows into me so I'm
dizzied by its force. I grab the back of your neck, and haul you back
up becide me, where I press you face down against the mattress.

I'm on top of you now, my prick, still wet with your saliva, sliding
along the groove of your ass. You can feel my heart pounding against
your back. "Fuck me," you groan, and you feel my grip tighten, my hip
motions accelerate.

Then I'm off you again, my hand again holding your face to the bed, as
my other hand strokes your ass. You arch your back, pressing your
slender cheeks against my hand. Then it comes down: one, two, three,
one two three. Quick, hard spanks on each cheek. "Yes, yes, yes," you
murmur. I watch the color bloom on your ass for a moment before diving
down to kiss & lick & bite & kiss & lick, my hand diving between your
legs to stroke your drooling slit.

Then I'm up again, at the head of the bed, my back against the wall,
pulling at your hair again, as I guide your mouth back on to my
eagerly bobbing cock. And there my inventiveness falls prey to your
skill. You suck and bob, you stroke my balls and perineum with your
hands. I reach under you and stroke your breasts, squeeze your nipples
roughly, but I can't bring myself to escape from your mouth again. I
watch the rosy bloom where my hands struck your ass, I watch the
complex play of muscle in your slim, deeply-grooved back as you
readjust your position to be able to reach my cock with you hands. I
watch your brow knit and relax as you labor away, and soon my moans
rise in pitch in volume, I yell out, I grip your head, you feel the
pulse pass through my prick, you feel the hot fluid strike the back of
your throat. You suck and swallow, suck and suck, until post-orgasmic
sensitivity has me wincing and pulling you off of me, to salvage some
blankets from the pile at the foot of the bed, and fold you in my arms
for a couple minutes.

No longer, though--after a performance like that, the very least I can 
do is make you coffee.

Your abject and devoted top,
Vinnie 
--
-Vinnie
vinnie_tesla@yahoo.com
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/vinnie_tesla/www/
He polishes birds of the Vista

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