Message-ID: <44986asstr$1067155805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031025195623.51273.qmail@web14911.mail.yahoo.com> From: Thinking Horndog X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2003 12:56:23 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Second Best 045/136 {Thinking Horndog} (MF) Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2003 03:10:05 -0500 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 45. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Exclusive Video Premiere - Britney Spears http://launch.yahoo.com/promos/britneyspears/ <1st attachment, "SecBest45.txt" begin> Author: Thinking Horndog Title: Second Best Part: 045 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 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 45 Friday night: the Giannelli's The nine of them adjourned to Mandi's house. Denise rode with Bobby and Dina - and the trio almost didn't make it. As they rounded the last corner, Bobby's car emitted a loud bang and began just barely turning over, extremely roughly. Pure luck allowed them to coast to a stop in front of the Giannelli home. Bobby cursed, "Damn! Timing belt, I think. Have to call Dad and have him pick it up." Helen, who had gotten home 2 hours before, was in her usual casual attire - a half-open housecoat, belted loosely, and only when it appeared to be necessary. On entry, Bobby asked, "Auntie Helen, can I use your phone? My car just croaked. Got to have Dad bring the tow truck from the garage and come get it." "Certainly, Dear," was the reply. "You know where it is." Helen had laid out some drinks and snacks in the living room, and she bustled about a bit more before retiring to the kitchen - more for her own peace of mind than that of the couples, who really had no more concern about her being present than each other. Denise's arrival with the group was a real surprise to Helen. Usually, Denise didn't appear until the wee hours on Friday and Saturday nights - and sometimes not at all. Efforts at control had only frustrated them both, so Helen had given up, resorting to advice on how Denise could protect herself from the dangers of her lifestyle. The revelation that Denise had joined the group some time before and not at the door was even more surprising. When Denise joined Helen in the kitchen, she became concerned. "Dear, are you okay?" "Yeah," came the reply, with a sigh attached. "You guys hit me between the eyes last weekend, and I've been doing some serious thinking. Giving out punch tickets to every boy in high school isn't going to make it easy for me to keep a man around to snuggle up to in the middle of the night. But at this point I don't know if I can recover enough of a reputation to be of interest to any boy not primarily interested in what's between my legs! And I can't quit, either. I've GOT to have it, Mom, regularly!" "I know the feeling, Dear, but sometimes it's just not there..." "I'm jealous of Mandi. She gets to wake up next to Rick sometimes, and she isn't playing contortionist in the back seat of some car. Probably most important, Rick knows what he's doing - most of my dates don't until AFTER the meet me!" Helen smiled, "Environment's important, Dear. Even Superman has trouble doing it properly while ducking a gear lever. That's why I let them use Mandi's bed the first time." "Would you REALLY have let me bring home boys to fuck?" "Certainly. You're MUCH safer here. I know you won't stop, but anything that will help you be safe... particularly with your reputation. Boys will rationalize, and it's easy to decide that a girl who has sex with one partner at a time regularly might like two, or three, or six - and, hey, maybe she likes it rough..." Denise's grimace spoke volumes. Apparently at least part of this scenario had already happened - maybe more than once. Helen reached out and caressed her daughter's hair. "I'm sorry, Dear." Music started in the living room while they sat communing, followed quickly by Dina's voice, "Left! Christ, you're hopeless!" Helen resumed the conversation, "I'd prefer that you not install a revolving door, but would be happy if you brought your partners here, where it's relatively safe. I'll try to stay out of it." Denise looked up soberly, "I'm going to try to tone it down, too. But I still like to have fun!" Helen grinned, "I like fun, too!" Dina stuck her head through the door, "Hey, Denise! I need a dance instructor! These Neanderthals can't even walk, much less dance!" An airy wave, and Denise was up and out, smiling. An hour later, things were in full swing. Music was blaring, and kids were hopping all over the living room. Mandi and Denise had dragged the coffee table and other non-essentials out of the way, and couples were taking turns crashing on the couch to catch their breath and neck. The doorbell rang, and Helen went to get it. She opened the door to a large, sandy haired man in a coverall. "Hi! I'm..." he began. "...Big Al McCormick, I'll wager," Helen finished. She stepped back to allow him inside, then presented her hand, "I'm Helen Giannelli." Her robe, loosely belted, fell open, displaying a gap to at least her navel. Big Al, being taller than she was, instinctively traced it with his eyes all of the way to ... was that fur? He retracted his eyes with a lurch and returned them to her face. "Pleased to meet you." He shook the presented hand, gently, then continued to hold it, also gently. While he wouldn't let on, he'd hold it all night if it kept that robe open... Helen smiled, and gently extracted her hand, gathering the robe. "You'll have to excuse me - I only got home a little while ago. I'm a waitress." "Oh? Where?" Wherever it was, Big Al was going to start eating there. Beneath his carefully maintained poker face, Big Al McCormick was in lust! He'd never seen such a big, beautiful, comfortable-looking woman in his life! The glimpse of her body that the robe had revealed was going to haunt his dreams for days! Big Al liked his women to 'have a shape' as he called it. He liked them rounded - and the bigger the bust, the better. "McGinty's Diner, over on Third. I'll get Bobby." As Helen turned and swayed off, the mask dropped, and Big Al watched her ass sway under the robe all the way into the kitchen, his face a picture of naked need. From her vantage point across the room, Dina began to chuckle. "Rick!" "Yeah, Sis?" Rick looked up from his seat on the couch, where he had been exploring Mandi's right ear with his tongue, to her giggling delight. "I think your problem's solved!" she announced. "Get a load of Bobby's Pop!" "Yeah?" Rick replied, "So?" Dina giggled. "He's a wonder. He's cool as a cucumber when Helen's looking at him - but he drools on the carpet when she's not!" "Oho! Likes what he sees, does he?" Rick grinned. Alerted, Mandi spun on Rick's lap and gave 'Mr. McCormick' the once- over. And he passed! "Oooo! Mom likes his looks, I bet!" In fact, Helen DID like Big Al's looks. The rough paw he had shoved at her had showed signs of harsh detergents, as well as axle grease, and the coverall was pressed showing only new oil stains, not old ones. The sandy hair was reasonably well tended, and the craggy features displayed a moderate amount of wit and intelligence. Best of all, he was huge enough to make her feel small! She stopped in the kitchen to get control of the flutter he'd caused in her chest before pulling Bobby's nose out of the refrigerator. "Bobby, your father is here!" She took another long look as she followed Bobby back into the living room, thinking, 'I sure hope he isn't taken...' Big Al covered it well, but he didn't even look at Bobby as his son approached. Grunted monosyllables replied to Bobby's explanation of the car's symptoms. Big Al was too busy finding new ways to examine Helen without her knowledge. Finally, he rumbled, "I'll hook it up to the truck. How will you get home?" "One of the guys can take me," Bobby responded. "Or I can - or he can stay the night!" Helen interjected. This was unfortunate, as it started a thought process in Big Al's brain. Dina had sidled up, and stuck her hand in Bobby's. Big Al caught her eye and said, "So, are you the young vixen that's been draining Bobby's balls this last week?" Dina, caught flat-footed, mumbled, "Uh - not exactly!" If she had thought about it she might have made the claim - it was, in part at least, true. But fear caused her to duck for cover momentarily, clouding the issue. "Hmmm. So who is? It happens here, anyway, doesn't it?" The inquisition had moved to Helen, who was even less capable of bearing it. "Umm, well..." Helen had no idea what to respond to - or how. Bobby was suddenly a polished diplomat, "Dad, if you want to know about all that you can speak to ME about it, later, rather than harassing the ladies." Dina saw an opportunity slipping away. "Yeah, it's me. You scared me!" Helen sighed, "Not always..." "Stop!" Rick surfaced. "This thing is complicated, and it needs to be handled properly. I started it, so I'll explain it." "I'm at a loss. I thought I was asking simple questions!" Al shook his head. "Okay, this is it. Dina, here is my sister. She's a sophomore. She and Bobby have had a mutual admiration society going for some time, but it broke out into the open last week." Al turned a glare on Bobby, "A SOPHOMORE?" Dina yelled, "HEY!! I started it!" Al blinked, and stared at Dina. Rick grinned. "Meet Dina. She's a force of nature. If she decides to make something happen, you can get out of the way, or you can get run over - there is NO OTHER CHOICE. Go easy on Bobby." Al looked back at Rick, who went on, "It became clear to me that sex was on the horizon, and, well, Bobby's kind of brash. I figured that if they both went into it virgins, someone might get hurt. So I convinced Helen to break him in." Al was bewildered. He looked from one of the cast of characters to another. "So, let's see, was ANY of this legal?" Helen shook her head, "No." Big Al looked at Dina. "What about you - you still got your cherry?" Dina grinned, "Yeah - Well, two of them... We've done everything but, though." Al looked to Bobby, who nodded. "Helen stopped me, once." "She was present while you had sex?" Helen's voice shook. "I think I'd better pack a bag. I'll need it in jail." Rick yelled, "WHOA! Some of these things sound awful the way they're being presented, but it was a teaching situation!" Big Al waved his hands. "Okay, okay, relax everybody." He looked at Bobby. "So, you're dating jailbait. But you are, too. Big deal." He looked to Rick, "You got an older woman to pop his cherry, and teach him a few things about sex. I wish I had a friend like you when I was growing up. What's this about you being there while they had sex?" he asked Helen. "Uh, I..." Helen stammered. Dina took over. "I found out, and sat in on a lesson. Helen showed us something we could do to get off without going all the way. She was teaching us positions and methods, the importance of protection - all that stuff." "Okay, okay - one last question: Is she as good as she looks?" Bobby looked at Dina and said "Yeah!" - but Al was looking at Helen, who blushed furiously. Al laughed, and waved his arms. "Okay, get outta here! Go back to your dancing - and stuff." He crooked his finger at Helen. "We've gotta talk." He strolled toward the kitchen. Dina sidled up to Helen, and said, "This could go either way. I don't really think you're going to be in trouble - but you can win big here." "Win big?" Helen was mystified. "Auntie, he may have fooled you, but he didn't fool me! When you turned around a while ago to go to the kitchen, he drooled all over the floor watching your ass sway out of here! He's been giving you the poker face, but the mask slips when you're not looking. He's got the hots for you, bad!" Helen waved an arm deprecatingly, "I wish I could believe you Dear, but I can't. Oh well, might as well face the music!" She drew her dignity about her and marched off to the kitchen. Dina stood shaking her head. Entering the kitchen, Helen crossed to the refrigerator. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked. "Coke, I guess," Big Al replied. When she brought him the cold can and a glass, he looked up at her and said mildly, "You know, the only one of the group of you who would go to jail over this incident was you. What were you thinking of?" Helen blushed. "I guess I was easy to persuade. I couldn't help it!" She sniffled a bit, and her hands began to shake, "I hadn't had sex in three and a half years!" "What!? You're kidding! Why?" Helen broke down. "I'm old, and fat, and ugly! N-nobody..." "My ass! The only place I've ever seen a woman as gorgeous as you is in old paintings!" Helen sniffled, "Gorgeous! What are you talking about? Are you totally blind? I'm HUGE!" Big Al disagreed, vehemently, "You're, uh, 'rubinesque'. You're a big, comfortable-looking woman. You got nice rounded curves, and big, fat tits, and you're built to take a lot of hard lovin'. I envy the guy that gives YOU round heels!" "What? One little glimpse through the crack of my robe, and you've built yourself some fantasy woman. That's not me. If you see me, you'll be badly disappointed." Helen couldn't believe the drivel Big Al was spouting. "I saw plenty. You ain't fat. I've SEEN fat, and you ain't it!" Helen stamped her foot. "I can NOT sit here and let you build these fantasies!" She got up and shucked out of the robe. "THIS is what I REALLY look like - see?" Big Al's eyes bugged out. "I have died and gone to Heaven!" "You wh-what!?" Big Al got slowly out of his chair and began moving forward. God! She was better than he had expected! When he had closed to within a few inches, he stopped and stood staring, drinking her in. "I'm going to touch you now, ok?" he asked, softly. "I-I..." Helen locked stares with Big Al, and began to quiver. "P- please don't t-tease me!" "That'd be mean," Al said, absently. His hands slowly came up from his sides, and came to rest on her back, which he began to rub gently. Still gazing into his eyes, Helen stepped into the embrace. She closed her eyes, and lifted her lips, and he placed his on them. After a moment, she slipped her tongue out, sliding it lightly across his lips. Her tongue barely made it back inside before his followed full bore, chasing it all over her mouth! Helen melted. She crushed herself to Big Al's chest and moaned into his mouth. Al pulled his head back from the kiss and said one word, "Bedroom!" Helen shook her head sorrowfully, and said, "Upstairs." "Shit!" exclaimed Big Al, disgusted. He didn't see how he was going to preserve the mood while getting Helen back into her robe, past all those kids, and upstairs. He bored back in, kissing her deeply. Helen returned this attention with enthusiasm, giving as good as she got. The fact that she was nude in the middle of her kitchen didn't seem to faze her, either. Al swept his hand across Helen's ribs and came up with her left breast 'God! The thing is the size of a cantaloupe, with an aureole the size of the bottom of a soda can! And the nipple has to be an inch long!' He released her lips and examined his catch in open wonder, murmuring, "Oh, my God!" Helen swam up from the place where the kiss had put her, aided by the feeling of a hand on her breast, "Mmmm? Oh, I know - they're huge. I'm sorry..." "Sorry! Jeezus! They're the most beautiful things I've ever seen!" Helen's eyes focused, taking in Big Al's rapt expression. Surprised flickered through her, 'He likes them!' Al went to work on Helen's neck, causing her to roll her head back and inhale sharply in pleasure. Meanwhile, the thumb and forefinger attacking her nipple was sending shocks throughout her nervous system. She began to moan softly. Dina was poking her head around the kitchen door, getting an eyeful. She pulled her head back and looked around, sighting Bobby. She waved him over, holding her finger to her lips. "Get a load of this!" she whispered. Bobby stuck an eye around the corner and beheld his father and Helen, wrapped up tight. Despite the fact that his father's back was to them, and Helen was largely obscured, enough flesh showed around Big Al's torso to prove that she was nude. Bobby pulled back, grinning. "Ol' Dad's still got it, I see!" Dina shared the grin, "Looks like he's gonna get it, too!" They sneaked off. Helen's knees were weak, and her inner thighs were coated with her own secretions. Big Al had her aroused beyond rational thought. All she could do was moan and murmur incoherently as those big hands inventoried every square inch of her upper body and his mouth worked on her lips, face, and neck. Her aureoles had changed from their usual smooth pink expanse to crinkled dark coral protrusions half the size, topped by hard, fat cylindrical nipples over an inch long and half an inch in diameter. Big Al had a hard-on that could poke a hole through steel plate. He pulled back, gazed into Helen's dreamy eyes, and swore, "There's no way in Hell I'm going to pass THIS up!" - and he proceeded to prove why they called him Big Al: He squatted, hooked a burly arm under Helen's generous ass, and lifted he over his shoulder, scooping up her robe with his other hand. He then shook out the robe and draped it loosely over her nakedness, while moving through the kitchen door into the living room. It was impossible that the couple should go undetected, and Helen, blushing, got a good look at 8 eight smiling faces as they applauded and shouted encouragement to her and Big Al as he mounted the stairs. At the top of the stair, Big Al wheezed, "Left or right?" "Lef - uh, right!" Helen replied, momentarily confused by the fact that she was approaching her bedroom backwards. Big Al turned the corner, and placed Helen on her feet before her bed - and her knees promptly gave way on her. Al managed to redirect the collapse onto her bed, then stood there, drinking in the sight before him. Helen was draped across the bed, basically spread-eagle, her legs hanging over the edge from the knees. Those knees were parted, displaying a glimpse of pink through her pubic thatch, and her wet inner thighs. That she wanted him was clear. They locked eyes, and his hand strayed to the zipper of his coverall and began sliding it down. Helen struggled up on the bed. Big Al was momentarily concerned that she was going to try to stop what had become to him inevitable, but he quickly discovered that he need not have worried. Helen dropped to her knees and began hauling at the laces of his workboots. Al got out of the top half of the coverall and the T shirt beneath before Helen got control of his left boot, but once he had stepped out of it, Helen quickly got the right unlaced while he rubbed her sides and back with his huge, hard hands. Helen would have never taken him for the type who would wear briefs, but there the evidence was when the removal of the boots allowed Al to shuck out of both them and the lower half of the coverall simultaneously. Now that he, too, was nude, Helen stopped to take in the view. Al was big, beefy, and barrel-chested, a thin patch of sandy hair highlighting the massive upper body. Few men that size fail to have a bit of a pot belly by the time they reach their forties, and Big Al was unexceptional in this regard. Nonetheless, it wasn't bad, and the solid, tree trunk legs below matched the upper torso for size. Helen's eyes settled on the body part that would be the main focus of her attention for the next hour or so, and was gratified to discover a perfectly serviceable 7 and a half inch uncut cock, the damp, purplish head peeking out of the foreskin that was retracting slowly as his erection solidified. "I want that!" she announced. "Well, it's a damned good thing!" Big Al replied, "'cause you're gonna get it, if I have anything to say about it!" Helen reached out and grasped the shaft, slowly sliding the foreskin up and down it. It was solid, dense, meaty - everything she could ask for. She thought about sucking on it, but decided she had more urgent needs. She clambered back onto the bed and spread her knees wide with her feet flat on the mattress. "I want it NOW!" she declared. Big Al grunted, and moved onto the mattress. A woman couldn't be any clearer than that! He knelt up and began rubbing the engorged head of his cock along her slit, picking up the lubrication that she was dispensing copious quantities of. After a few moments of this, during which both got intense sensations from the motion, he positioned himself at her opening and began to drive his penis slowly home. It took a moment to force the head past the ring of muscle at the opening of her vagina, despite the fact that both of them wanted it intensely. 'Christ, she's tight!' he thought, as it finally popped through. It was sweet for both of them, however - Al enjoyed the warm, wet feel of the oily depths, and Helen was enjoying the unique sensations provided by the real thing after operating so long on rubber and plastic substitutes. Al bottomed out, his pubic bone coming into contact with hers just as the tip of his cock reached her cervix. Helen was thrilled; it had been a long time since she'd been this full - if ever! Al slowly withdrew until only the head of his cock was within Helen's vagina, held there by the ring of muscle at the opening, then drove it home again. Helen's vaginal walls fought the withdrawal every inch of the way, then flowed away from the head on the return trip. Al knew that he wouldn't last long under these conditions, so he resolved to make the best of it. He set up a four second cycle of thrust and withdrawal, not really slow, but not quick, and tried to make it to twenty. He didn't. On the fifteenth stroke, his penis began to swell, heralding a massive ejaculation. The withdrawal brought him over the top, and he sank it home and hung there, groaning, as jet after jet of sperm fired into Helen's waiting womb. Helen had been enjoying the action immensely, but had been about to urge a quicker stroke when she felt Al swell and ejaculate. She was disappointed - even as aroused as she was, she needed more than this to cum! Perhaps she could coax him erect again by sucking him... Helen needn't have worried. As soon as he quit actively ejaculating, Al began to move again, wincing somewhat due to the over-sensitivity of his penis brought on by the orgasm. He doubled the pace, driving solidly into Helen's now semen flooded vagina and bashing solidly into her clitoris on every stroke. Helen's quick realization that he hadn't even softened gave way to an incoherent state as wave after wave of sensation washed over her. In mere moments, she began to quiver, then shake. She grasped both of Big Al's forearms in a death grip as she began to arch herself to meet his thrusts, gasping hoarsely through distended nostrils. Al watched in satisfaction as Helen'e eyes rolled up and her mouth opened in a silent scream of joy, the cords of her neck standing out in sharp relief as her first orgasm of the evening hit her like a freight train. Helen's back arched, and Al had to kneel up vertically to stay positioned to continue driving into Helen's now spasming vagina. Al continued to drive, right through Helen's orgasmic tightening, her relaxation cycle, and on into the next orgasm. As Helen approached her second orgasm, she wrapped her legs behind Al's ass and howled "Oh, God, don't EVER stop!" Al ground his teeth, trying to maintain as Helen's sheath began mlking his penis for the second time in five minutes. The sensations were exquisite! Again, Helen arched up off the bed, and this time pressure from her ankles wrapped behind his ass made it almost impossible to continue stroking. Al ground his pelvis against Helen's hoping to maintain her arousal by the rotary motion that was all she was allowing him. It worked, too! The increased pressure on her clitoris drove Helen to an even greater frenzy as fireworks displays danced before her eyes. As Helen relaxed following her second orgasm, Big Al nerved himself to enter the final stretch. He reached back and uncrossed her weakened legs, drawing them over his shoulders. Then he proceeded to deliver a serious pounding to Helen's pussy - long, rocking thrusts ending in trip-hammer impacts on her pubic mound. Al knew he wouldn't survive another orgasm like the one he had just delivered to her, and he wanted to make the next one count! Helen never really fully came down; Al's change in tempo halted her descent and caused a rapid rebound to the heights. It only took Helen about 45 seconds to be once again on the brink. As she again arched her back, Al crushed her thighs to his chest to keep her from dislodging him and AGAIN stepped up the pace, this time to something almost a blur! Helen screamed, and her pussy clamped down on Al like a vise - stopping him dead while wringing his cock with an exquisite milking action. Al roared "Aw, SHIIIIIT!!!" and buried himself in Helen's warm clasping vagina while the top of his head came off and he blasted a pint of sperm into her welcoming depths. Helen couldn't even breathe; her whole consciousness was centered in the ragged nerve endings overloading her brain with the flood of delicious sensation from her vagina and clitoris. When Helen finally relaxed, Al collapsed across her, collecting one of her remarkable nipples in his mouth as he laid his head on her pillowy chest. As she got control of her body, she wrapped her arms around Big Al and crushed him to her. "You know," he related diffidently, "this wasn't in the game plan when I went into the kitchen with you. I intended to give you Hell for risking jail, then thank you for taking care of Bobby!" Helen smiled gently, "Then you don't think I'm an evil seductress?" Al chuckled, "Hell, I KNOW you are! Look at me!" Helen continued to smile, rubbing Big Al's mildly furry back. Big Al remained bonelessly collapsed atop her, his slowly shrinking cock buried in her vagina. Neither of them showed any inclination to move. Big Al eventually raised up on his elbows to be able to molest Helen's pillowy breasts, but otherwise they were content to bask gently in the afterglow for 20 minutes or so, until Big Al succumbed to the urge for post-coital urination. He struggled up and kissed her navel. "Where's you bathroom, Hon?" "Second door on the left, Dear." Al got up and stood there regarding the untidy pile of clothing on the floor, shrugged, said "Fuck it!" and stepped out into the hall. Bobby and Dina were necking at the head of the stairs, his hand in her tube top, hers in his open fly. "Dad, I'm gonna have to take Dina home, eventually." Big Al, showing total aplomb, glanced at his only remaining item of attire - his wristwatch. "It's 1:30. What's the plan?" "Not sure. About 3:00?" Bobby replied. Dina nodded without removing her lips from his neck. "Go get my keys from my coveralls, and take the truck. You done with Helen?" "Do I need to be?" Bobby's eyes were smiling. "Well, I'm gonna be monopolizing her time for a while..." Big Al grinned. Dina whispered in Bobby's ear, and Bobby responded, "My girlfriend advises me to hold out for a future draft pick." Dina turned hot eyes on Big Al. Big Al blinked, mumbled "Okay..." and retired to the bathroom before the new erection he was generating interfered with urination. 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