Message-ID: <45309asstr$1068718206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031112222315.96892.qmail@web14906.mail.yahoo.com> From: Thinking Horndog X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2003 14:23:15 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Second Best 090/136 {Thinking Horndog} (mf MF) X-Original-Subject: {ASS} Second Best 090/136 {Thinking Horndog} (mf MF) Date: Thu, 13 Nov 2003 05:10:06 -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: RuiJorge, dennyw Chapter 90. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Protect your identity with Yahoo! Mail AddressGuard http://antispam.yahoo.com/whatsnewfree <1st attachment, "SecBest90.txt" begin> Author: Thinking Horndog Title: Second Best Part: 090 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 90 Helen capitulates Helen let Al into her house, a somewhat cranky Bobby bringing up the rear. As she made her way to the kitchen, she stopped, having heard a muffled noise from the den. Holding up a hand, she quietly made her way to the door and peeked in. There, on the couch, was Denise, twisting a throw pillow into astounding new shapes while chewing on one corner, her eyes glassy. Eddie - it HAD to be Eddie, although Helen couldn't see his face - was on the floor in front of the couch, his face buried between Denise's splayed legs. Denise's skirt was flipped up, and her panties were a ring around her right ankle. Soft slurping sounds were rising from the point of contact. After a few seconds, Denise began to writhe, galvanized, and emitted a low whine around the pillow corner stuffed into her mouth. Helen watched her thrash for about twenty seconds, breathing hoarsely through her nose and whining. Then as she began to settle down, an evil chuckle sounded from the area of her crotch, followed by a clearly enunciated, "Three!" Helen shook her head, smiling, and turned away, bumping into Al, who had sidled up behind her. She waved him off, and they tiptoed away. When they got clear, Al chuckled quietly, "Denise?" Helen nodded, "Uh huh. And Eddie Vincent, unless I miss my guess." "You okay with that?" Al rumbled. "Eddie's a good boy, and Denise has settled on him as a steady boyfriend. I told her I'd much rather that she have sex with Eddie here at home than give anonymous blowjobs in the back seat of cars. She's holding up her end, so I'm happy to hold up mine!" Helen declared. Al grinned, "Looked to me like Eddie was doin' a fine job - maybe I should get lessons!" "You do fine," Helen laughed, "But you can practice some, later!" "I'll hold you to that!" Al replied. Bobby wandered in from the kitchen, whining, "Hey, where'd you guys go?" "We stopped off in the den," Helen returned, "an area YOU are to avoid until further notice!" "Whuffor?" Bobby wanted to know. "Denise and Eddie are...busy," Helen replied, adding, "You leave them alone!" "They aren't fucking, are they?" Bobby asked, grinning. "No, they're..." Helen's reply was interrupted by a loud feminine moan of "Oh, God! Okay, Eddie, I give! Now! Now!" Helen shook her head. "Well, they weren't!" she declared wryly. She hustled into the living room, hovered outside the den entry and cleared her throat, "Dear...?" There was a gasp, "Momma?" "Sweetheart, please take Eddie upstairs to your room and close the door. Bobby's here, and I'm sure you don't want a running commentary." Denise uttered a shaky "Okay," while clothing rustled. Then, "It IS okay, isn't it?" she asked diffidently. "Perfectly, Sweetheart," Helen assured her, "I just want to ensure your privacy." Denise whipped around the corner, her panties in one hand and Eddies hand in the other. "Thanks, Momma!" she beamed, dashing for the stair. Eddie, holding his pants up with one hand, was hard pressed to keep up. Helen winked at the boy and laughed. "Shit!" Bobby announced from his position leaning against the kitchen door, "Everybody's gonna get laid tonight but ME!" After a moment, he changed the subject, "Hey! What's for supper?" "Well, it's late," Helen mused, "Toasted cheese sandwiches? And tomato soup?" "Cool." Bobby even helped. Dinner was quiet, punctuated by the occasional burst of mirth generated from the thumping, creaking, and exclamations from Denise's room directly above. Denise had a tendency to squeal "Oh, GOD!!!" at the top of her lungs on orgasm, and after the first time Bobby had to go clean up after spewing soup at the exclamation. After the third series of staccato raps of the headboard against the bedroom wall, Al remarked, "You gotta get that girl a stronger bed!" Bobby chuckled, "Denise's hips are gonna be three inches wider tomorrow - Eddie's hung like a horse!" "Boys!" Helen remonstrated, "No need to be gauche!" Suddenly, the pattern shifted. There were eight solid whacks of the headboard against the wall at two second intervals, followed by a guttural male moan. Bobby grinned, "Smoke 'em if you've got 'em!" and ducked Helen's reflexive swat while all three collapsed in mirth. Twenty minutes later, an absolutely radiant Denise entered the kitchen following a torrid parting with Eddie at the front door. She collected some soup from the stove, started a sandwich heating, and seated herself at the table with some care. Bobby grinned. "Need a pillow, Sis?" The reflexive "Bobby!" that erupted from everyone else in the room at the first part of his utterance was terminated in shocked silence at the second. Helen gaped like a fish. Al said nothing, watching Helen's recovery while simultaneously transmitting a warning look to Bobby. Denise looked pained. "How long will I have to put up with that?" she snarled. Bobby shrugged. "Dunno. Might not. But I wouldn't hold out much hope!" "Bobby," Helen pontificated, "while there is no denying that your father and I have a relationship, I believe that we have a ways to go before..." "And why do you think THAT is?" Bobby asked rhetorically. "Who do you figure is waiting on who?" Helen started to bluster, but it was Denise who responded, while Helen watched Al examine her with hooded eyes. "My father," she said in a dead voice, an expression of pain flickering across her face, "was the poster child for betrayal of trust, but..." she caught her mother's eye, "Momma, are you willing to risk losing Al by not taking him seriously?" "I DO take him seriously!" Helen retorted, stung, "I just don't understand why he's still here...Ahhh!" Helen's eyes bulged. Al had leaned over and playfully nipped at the back of her neck, producing goosebumps all over her body. She gasped and shivered. "THAT," Al announced complacently, maintaining his position with an arm around Helen's shoulders as she leaned back toward him, "is why I'm still here. There are two possible responses to that action, the other being:" he worked himself stiffly upright, and wrinkled his nose, talking through it in a falsetto voice, "Just WHAT do you think you're doing?" He grinned, and continued, "Nothing makes a man happier than clear evidence that his woman welcomes his attentions." "Your woman?" Helen murmured, shocked, "Who said I was your woman?" Al took her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes. "Nobody, yet. But you can fix that, any time..." Helen ducked away. "Don't tease me, Al." Denise and Bobby shared a glance while Big Al frowned. But he didn't pursue it. Later, after Bobby had been settled on the couch, Helen and Al made long, slow love in her bed. From a languorous start, hugging, kissing, and caressing, they moved on to fondling and, finally, missionary-style lovemaking, Al taking his time. Slowly, the tension built, Al modifying his tempo from the long, slow strokes he started with to something that sustained the climb to orgasm. Al pushed Helen's knees up and draped her legs over his forearms to afford a deeper penetration and Helen started rising to meet his thrusts, forcing a further increase in tempo, rolling her head back and forth and emitting a little "Oh!" with every thrust. Soon, she was stiffening up, a sure sign that an orgasm was imminent. Al waited until her unfocused eyes and ragged breathing announced that she was in final, then mastered himself and withdrew his penis from her, holding her away. Helen's eyes popped open. "Noooooo!" she wailed, as the delicious sensations started to slip away. Al answered the question in her eyes, "I'm holding you at arm's length - that's what you're doing to me! Why don't you want to be my woman? Wouldn't you rather have this?" Al reinserted his penis and slid it deep into her channel. Helen, who had been ineffectively scrabbling for a way to regain contact (something made effectively impossible by the position Al had her in), sighed, "Yessss!" as he resumed the delicious penetration. She hugged him to herself as he gave her several long strokes to maintain her high, then again withdrew, forcing her to release him. "Well?" he demanded. Helen worked hard to be coherent, but deceit was beyond her in this condition. "Want to!" she gasped, "Scared!" Al relented and delivered another few strokes. Helen rained kisses on him, but after a moment, he again backed off. "What are you scared of?" "You finding something better..." Helen was doing everything she could think of to get Al back into the saddle. Unfortunately, with her knees over his forearms she had no purchase, anywhere. Al moved in again, and Helen hugged him to her in a death grip, her emotions a potent cocktail of frustration and desire, fear and longing. Al resumed his work, adding a nuzzle of her neck to the mainstream of his efforts. "Not gonna happen. Can't even imagine it. Only thing hurtin' us is you always holdin' back, pretending we ain't serious!" Al shifted his weight, and began to withdraw. Helen went frantic, but she couldn't hold him in position if he didn't cooperate. "It's up to you," Al continued, moving relentlessly backward, "Are we serious?" Helen, fully aware that this was about more than just the act that they were engaged in, wailed, "Yes!", fear and need naked in her voice. Al stopped, but did not move forward. "Are you my woman?" he asked, gently. Their coupling was still an issue, but it was just a catalyst for Helen at this point. Fear and longing coupled with the realization that dragging her feet could destroy their relationship had her frantic. She HAD to have Al back in her arms! She couldn't lose him! She made the only decision possible for her, "Yes! Oh, yes!" Al said nothing, but she again felt his blessed weight. He brought his arms up behind her shoulders as she clutched him to herself and resumed making love to her. This time, there were no more delays, and as her urgency demanded more from him, Al supplied it. Helen, having let go of her reservations, climbed quickly to climax, recovering her previous level of arousal in a couple of minutes. Al would have risen up to provide more leverage for the drive of his thrusts, but Helen wouldn't let him go, and he realized that if he tried, it would only scare her at this point, so he continued to struggle to maintain the pressure despite her rapid stiffening. The hands on her shoulders were a help with this, but the clutch she had on his barrel chest helped remind her not to push him off with her legs. When the whines she was emitting indicated that she was only moments away, Al leaned down and began nibbling at her neck. Helen's hips went spastic, and she crossed her legs behind Al's ass and slammed against him like she was trying to push his whole body into her vagina. Helen forgot to breathe as her full attention centered on the effort to physically merge with Al as her vagina pulsated in synch with the waves of pleasure coursing over her. Those same pulsations dragged Al over the brink, too, and he strained against her to find another millimeter of hard cock to feed to her as it swelled and began to blast away at her cervix. "AHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!" The sound started as a roaring grunt, but changed to a sigh of satiation as Al poured seed into Helen's more than receptive womb, the exquisite sensation starting out almost painful, but subsiding to mere release. Helen continued to hold on for dear life, even after Al relaxed and collapsed across her. Al's consciousness faded for a moment, as sometimes occurs in the male; when it returned, Helen was shaking. Recognizing a sob, he rose up to look at her. "What's wrong, Baby?" "You bastard! Why did you do that?" Despite her words, Helen was smiling. "We were never going to get anywhere as long as you continued to sit on the fence," Al replied gently. "Something had to be done." "Okay, so you got me to make a fool of myself. I'm your woman. What do I get? Are you my man?" The fearful look in her eyes belied the sarcasm. "Fuckin' A! In spades! Why would I go to all that trouble to break down the door, otherwise?" Al grunted. "I had to get you to commit so I wouldn't sound like too much of a jackass when I told you I love you!" For the second time in fifteen minutes, Helen stopped breathing. Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Al grinned and lowered his mouth to hers, and in a moment, Helen began to respond enthusiastically to the kiss. After a while, they parted. Helen nerved herself for one more run at it. "You ..." Al put his finger over her lips. "I know love - I've been there before, remember? Now I'm back. The only problem that can arise now is if you're gonna tell me that YOU don't love ME! You gonna tell me that?" Tears leaked from Helen's eyes. "No," she husked, "I'm not gonna tell you that." "Good!" Al approved, "No more of that 'until something better comes along' bullshit, right?" Helen nodded. She couldn't talk around the lump in her throat. "Good." Al wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over until he was on the bottom, still joined to her by the half-hard cock in her vagina. "Now," he announced, "you've got two choices: You can lay your head on my shoulder and we'll go to sleep, or you can wiggle a little bit, I'll get hard, and we can go at it again. Your choice!" "I'll take number one, I guess," Helen blubbered, "I need to have a good cry..." Al started rubbing her back. "Okay," he replied, "just don't get me too wet." <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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