"Dulce et Decorum" {Uther} (MF cons safe) 

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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


Another story involving a condom, if not so 
centrally, is:
april.txt 
"April's First." 


Other stories starring condoms are listed at:
p1c.txt 
Pendragon's First Challenge  

The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm