Message-ID: <44896asstr$1066813804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031021221150.52238.qmail@web14913.mail.yahoo.com> From: Thinking Horndog X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2003 15:11:50 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Second Best 034/136 {Thinking Horndog} (MF mf) Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2003 05:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw Chapter 34 __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search http://shopping.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "SecBest34.txt" begin> Author: Thinking Horndog Title: Second Best Part: 034 Universe: Second Best Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom. Keywords: MF mf Keywords for full story: F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg- inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc Chapter 34 Tuesday night: the Brown's Marcus Brown saw Tim pull up out front, but ignored it, allowing Padma to answer his knock. Tim came in, nodded, and said "Good evening, sir." Marcus returned the nod and scowled, "Don't call me sir..." Tim finished it for him, grinning, "...I work for a living!" They grinned at each other for a moment, then Tim continued, "My Pop says he knows you." Marcus' brow wrinkled in thought, then cleared, the expression replaced by a look of mild incredulity. "You're Bruce Vincent's boy?" At Tim's nod, he murmured "Shoulda' guessed!" shaking his head. Bruce was one of those quiet characters at the VFW meetings - but he had earned massive credit with a couple of the others over a certain extraction from a hot LZ during the last little 'conflict', and word got around. Bruce seldom raised his voice, but others watched - and emulated - his actions. It explained some of Tim's actions, and the way he carried himself, quite well. "Tell 'im I said 'Hi'." At that point, Dolores entered the room, having been alerted to Tim's presence by her mother. Marcus quirked an eyebrow while she all but ran into Tim's arms. They dropped onto the couch and pretended to watch TV. Marcus turned back to his program, but after about 20 minutes snorted, got up, and headed to the kitchen, calling for his wife. "Padma!" "Husband?" "What're we gonna do about those two?" "Whatever is the matter?" "They're in there trying to be good - but it's more like the couch is coated with fire ants! They make me wanna cuss 'em 'cause they make me feel like an octogenarian, and they're giving off so many hormones, they make me wanna fuck!" Marcus groused. Padma smiled. "Perhaps you should leave them alone in the living room for a while - and we can handle your other problem?" The short, dusky woman moved forward, taking one of her husband's large hands and threading it through the folds of her sarong to fill it with one of her ample breasts. As she offered her lips to him, Marcus began toying with the offered nipple, feeling his penis lengthen as the nipple did. The kiss grew rapidly torrid, and when it broke, Padma had no problems towing her suddenly pliant spouse toward the bedroom. Marcus' departure left the young couple on the couch trying to get away with serious necking while holding one eye open for his return. After about 5 minutes, Dolores said "Shhh!" listened for a moment, and got up. Placing a finger on Tim's lips, she motioned for him to remain in place while she tiptoed into the kitchen. Her parents were not present, but she detected quiet sounds emanating from the master suite. She creeped down the hall and placed her ear to the door, in time to hear her mother's urgent "There, Husband! Th- there! Ooooh!" Smiling, she returned to the living room, where she dropped into Tim's lap and kissed him soundly. "What's up?" Tim asked. "We'll have the place to ourselves for a while," Dolores announced, laughing, "Momma and Poppa are going at it like rabbits! Guess somebody got a little excited!" Tim grinned and worked his hand under the back of Dolores' midriff top. "Works for me!" The two got down to some serious necking. In the master bedroom, Padma was thoroughly enjoying herself as she rose and fell on Marcus' eleven inches of ebony velvet. It wasn't as stiff as it had been when he conquered her in his youth, but it was still VERY filling. Besides, it gave the children some time alone... Marcus was intent upon extending the pleasant interlude for as long as possible. Too often of late, he had gone for the hard, fast release. This time, he would conserve his energy and enjoy his wife's buttery depths; when she tired, THEN he would begin the relentless drive to bring them both to a final climax. If he controlled himself properly, Padma could have as many as four climaxes before his control gave way; he'd see to it she got them. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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