Original Post Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2001 

                        DISCLAIMER

This is a piece of fiction. Its characters have not even
begun to contemplate 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 the pastor and are able to fully
tell the difference between real and make-believe.  If not,
what are you still doing here?  Furthermore, the writer is
aware that he is bound for hell, but welcomes both praise
or/and well thoughts out, humourous insults on his writing
skill or lack there of. 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 may 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

ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Gamera

                    Fred Bags a Porn Star
                             by
                       Kenny N Gamera

It was Valentine's Day.  Once upon a time it would have been
St. Valentine's Day, but ole Valentine had gotten a better
deal from Halmark than the Pope could give him; c'est la
vie.  Nonetheless, not everyone was bitter that bright and
cheery day.  Take Fred for instances.  Fred had planned a
lovely evening with his favourite porno starlet, the
extremely busty Rhonda Casabas.

Dinner, as those of you who know Fred, wasn't much.  A
little take out Chinese that he had picked up just after he
had picked up Rhonda.  The ride home extended to just a few
minutes short of eternity for Fred.  While the smell of
still warm Empress Chicken and Beef with Garlic Sauce filled
the car, Rhonda sat in her seat quietly tempting Fred into
something rash.  At every light, he struggled with himself
to keep from striping her so he could examine every inch of
her prefect form.

But he resisted.

He had promised himself a romantic evening for just himself
and Rhonda.

He would have that evening even if it killed him.

He served their meal at the table with his two best (and
only matched) plates.  The rice and chicken and beef were
placed in individual serving bowls.  Candles graced the
table.  He dimmed the lights and placed a little light jazz
on his stereo.

Rhonda ate little of the food, and Fred touched just
slightly more.  He felt nervous with anticipation and just a
little fear that he may not be up to her high standards.
She smiled at him as pieces of chicken kept popping from
between his chopsticks.  He giggled and joked at his
clumsiness.  Her answering smile held him spell bound.

Fred finally cut the meal short.  He went to Rhonda's chair.
After a light kiss to her cheek, he gently lifted her into
his arms and carried her to his (if you would believe this)
recently cleaned bedroom.  After placing her on the bed
without the need of removing any dirty clothing, he stepped
away and marveled at the perfect form of her body.

It was amazing, he thought as he began to take off his
clothing.  He did it slowly, just as he had always imagined
that he would.  Wordlessly, he watched his relaxed progress
with wide-open eyes.  At last, though, he took off the tight
silk briefs that he had purchased just for such occasions
and his erection bobbed free from its confinement.

He settled next to her, and pushed aside one of the straps
of her camisole.  Then, he slipped the other, so that it
fell away from her body only to be caught on the
obstructions of her breasts.  He tugged the lacy, red fabric
down with one hand as he planted kisses on her face.  As he
played with one of her mounds, he at last brought his mouth
to hers, and his tongue entered her mouth.

After a long moment he broke the kiss away and got to his
knees.  Kneeling above her, Fred began to take the one-piece
camisole slowly from Rhonda's compliant body.  His fingers
caressed her legs as he inched her clothing away.

He stared silently at her naked body in wonder.  It was just
as it was at the gang bang video where he had shared her with
those hundred some men.  This was different.  This was
special.  Tonight, he would share her with no one.  Tonight,
he reminded himself, she was just with him and him alone.

Fred moved between Rhonda's slightly opened legs and started
to lick at her tight opening.  When he felt that she was wet
enough, he pulled his body up against hers.  He entered her
with one drawn out thrust of his hips until his scrotum
touched against her.

He enjoyed the tightness of her pussy momentarily, before
need drove him to start fucking her.  At first, he used
short, spaced thrusts, but he could hold himself back only
so long.  His motions became more insistent and less
controlled.  His animal-like behavior brought no protests
from Rhonda, however.  If anything, the squeals and sighs
that came form her only added to the desire that Fred felt.

Fred soon sensed that his time had come.  Still, he knew
that they had all night.  He gave into the growing feeling
in his balls and increased the pounding he was giving his
favourite porn star.  At last, he could take no more, and
his body exploded in orgasm.

He shot wad after wad into Rhonda's abused cunt.  Losing all
control, he lowered his mouth to her ear and bit into as his
dick pulsed.  She seemed to bounce back to him with each of
his last thrusts.  Then, there was a pop.

Rhonda slowly sagged as Fred went through the last of his
convulsions.  Her loss of form accompanied a soft hissing
sound.  Finally, his orgasm ended just as the last of the
air in Rhonda had escape.

Fred looked down at the now deflated rubber doll.  Only the
hard rubber breasts and the life-like vagina were left
anywhere near the appearance of a woman.

"Fuck," he sighed, "at least it was fun while it lasted."

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