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Subject: {ASSM} -- repost -- "Dulce et Decorum" {Uther} (MF cons safe)
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do something else.

This material is Copyright, 2000, Uther Pendragon.  All rights
reserved.  I specifically grant the right of downloading and
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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly
coincidental.

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                        Dulce et Decorum
                       by Uther Pendragon
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com



My feelings were bittersweet when he opened the box.  It's
nice to know that you are needed, but that very need threatened
my life.

"Let me," she said, and plucked me out.  Her hands were gentle
as she unwrapped me, twice as gentle when she placed me against
him.

Still, I winced.  It is one thing to die; it's quite another
to die failing.  But she took me back and unrolled one turn.
When she fitted me to him again, there was enough of me over his
tip to leave a generous space.

Her touch was still gentle.  He was all quivering eagerness.
She steadied him as she pushed me a little further down, but he
moved in response to her touch.

"Now, now," she said.  "Moving against my hand doesn't count.
Hold yourself back until I get this done."  Despite her words, I
felt her hands quiver when he moved.  And her palm brushed
against his shaft as her fingers slowly unrolled me.

She stopped when less than half of his shaft was covered.  "Is
that comfy?" she asked.  "Wouldn't want to get it too tight."

"Sasha," he said, "quit teasing."

"But you're such fun to tease."

"Please!"

She rolled me most of the rest of the way down, carefully
brushed his hairs out of the way, and rolled me to his base.

I spent a couple of minutes somewhere near her knees comparing
the cool air outside to his warmth inside.  Whatever he was doing
affected him, and I could feel his pulse.  He stretched me
slightly more at every heartbeat.

Then I moved forwards until I nudged against her outer lips.
She took hold of me one more time, placing me where I -- and he
-- wanted to go.  As he slowly pressed forwards, I felt her lips
part.  Once I was beginning to penetrate her entrance, her hands
let go of me.

She hissed as he drove me slowly within her flesh.  She was
even hotter than he was, and I felt that heat welcome us.  He
moved us slowly at first, easing us inward, pausing, easing us
back.  Her motions complemented his, rising around us when we
pressed forward, falling back when he withdrew.  His head moved a
little inside me when it passed through her tightest part.

She hugged me, pressing me even more tightly against him.  He
speeded his motions just a little.  But, when she repeated the
hugs a second and third time, he sped up until all I could feel
of her was her smooth friction.

"Baby, baby, babeee!" he said.  Not if I could help it!

Her hugs became harder and rhythmic, he rushed in and out.
Then he drove all the way inside.  I could feel him pumping along
his shaft at the same time that he was pressing his end against
me.

The enemy came rushing forward in swarms, thrown against me.
I stiffened before remembering that my strength lay in yielding.
So I stretched, using the extra material she had left on the tip.
This pressed out as he spurted again and yet again.  Nor was his
pressure the only threat.  Once repelled, they swam back, hitting
against me from different directions.

The first enemies struck lubricant which enfeebled them
immediately.  But most of that was on the outside.  It might stop
escapees, but I would never know.

I could feel, however, that I was prevailing.  They drove
against me with what strength they had while his pumping became
more feeble.  Neither of those worried me.  The last thrust
hadn't burst me; the first spurts hadn't escaped.  I could easily
contain the lesser efforts.

Her last hug pushed him partly out, out of me almost as much
as out of her.  He grabbed my back end and withdrew.  For
minutes, I lay drooping off the end of his shrinking penis.  Then
she removed me the rest of the way, rolled me out much longer,
and tied a knot in that end.  There was none of the appreciation
they had shown me earlier, none of the gentleness.  He took me
from her and tossed me into the wastebasket.

The tiny bits of life I contained still struggled.  No longer
their enemy, I cradled them as we all lay there on an unopened
letter and a candy wrapper.  Our conflicts with each other were
over, and their lives slowly faded along with mine.


The End
Dulce et Decorum
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2000/04/14
2002/02/18
2003/04/10
2004/04/09
2010/06/07



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