Message-ID: <45752asstr$1070860205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031208025536.80055.qmail@web14904.mail.yahoo.com> From: Thinking Horndog X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 7 Dec 2003 18:55:36 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Second Best 136/136 <*> {Thinking Horndog} (MF) Date: Mon, 8 Dec 2003 00:10:05 -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: gill-bates, hecate All good things come to an end. I plan several more episodic sequels - stay tuned! I recognize that reviewers may not want to wade through the thing, but I can hope... The whole thing is archived at ASSTR, in both text and web formats @ http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Thinkers_tales/www/ __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? New Yahoo! Photos - easier uploading and sharing. http://photos.yahoo.com/ <1st attachment, "SecBest136.txt" begin> Author: Thinking Horndog Title: Second Best Part: 136 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 136 Another Monday "Annie! Run - go get a shower, Punkin, before Robert changes his mind and chains your ankles to the footboard!" Merry warned, raising her mouth from Robert's morning hard on. "That ass of yours is showing, and he's getting that hungry look!" Ann Newton went from bleary-eyed to alert as she threw herself out of bed and onto the floor. "Oh, no! Not again! It's so sore - I'm not sure it still works for its original purpose!" Ann managed to get vertical, but she was sore in several places; her adventures as Belle had given her a lot more exercise than she was used to. Robert had announced that she would be her own woman again on wake-up, after a long evening in which all three slaves had tried on various hardware and various positions in the basement while Robert and young Rick had examined the dungeon-making book and measured and pondered. Belle had been left alone, mostly, in favor of the other, less well-used slaves - but she'd spent forty five minutes chained in the oddest positions with various plugs and vibrators inserted in her, the others watching her rise and fall through her orgasmic cycle while the males abused their other females more directly. She'd learned serious respect for vibrators; by the time she was let loose, she had to be half-carried to bed. Robert watched Ann drag herself toward the bathroom, collecting the travel case she'd brought and not even looked in since Saturday. "She's going to be pretty sore for the next couple of days." Merry raised her mouth off his erection to reply, "It's good sore. If she never returns, she'll remember this weekend fondly." Eyeing him she asked, "How do you want me to finish this, Master?" He didn't have that blowjob look, this morning... Robert grinned. After the weekend, a blowjob just didn't get it. "Climb on up and ride it - I need a dose of the real thing!" "Goody!" Merry was getting good at them, but a blowjob didn't scratch HER itch - which was getting regularly stronger with practice! She hopped up and straddled Robert's waist, raising up to wipe his glans along her already dampening slit - blowjobs DID do THAT much for her - before settling upon it to force it into her opening. Robert let her raise and lower herself upon it a few times to make sure it was well-set and lubricated, then directed, "Okay, Merry - Post! We're gonna trot!" Merry took his meaning from context and raised herself a bit, holding steady as Robert began pounding upward with a quick, driving rhythm that slapped his lower belly against her crotch. This was going to be a quickie - a high speed run to one orgasm for both of them, if she was lucky. Robert wasn't eighteen; he couldn't maintain this! Merry leaned forward a bit, both to get a bit more impact on her clitoris and to treat Robert to the motions her breasts made under the shocks. As Robert's face began to suffuse, she began to drive back, to get that small extra bit needed to bring her there, too. It worked; as Robert's face constricted and he uttered his characteristic nearly- silent grunt of release, the image was obscured by the wash of stars before her eyes. Merry went limp and collapsed, allowing Robert to empty into an unresisting, but clasping channel. Both spent a moment savoring the shockwaves, then Robert gently swatted Merry on the ass. "Run along and see to it that Ann doesn't collapse in the shower or anything - we've all got to get to work!" As Merry reluctantly hopped off and turned for the door, he added, "And save me some hot water or so help me, I'll find a whip..." Merry grinned, wriggled her ass, and pattered out. The events of Saturday night left some unusual groupings around the school entrance on Monday morning. Tim arrived with Dolores, having picked her up at home. As they settled onto the picnic table, Terry and Jackie arrived, following a similar process. Following that, however, things began to alter a bit; Jimmy Hightower wandered up, Amy on his arm, nodded at Tim and said to Terry, "Mind if we sit here?" "Nope," Terry shook his head, grinning. At least some of Dina's work seemed to have taken... Amy and Jackie grinned at one another; there would be girl talk, later. Bobby, Dina, Rick and Mandi arrived together, courtesy of Bobby's newly renovated rust-bucket. Dina eyed the new couple, but said nothing - she had questions for Danny, first. Still, Amy smiled sunnily, which said much. Terry and Jimmy had begun discussing some physics problem, which was less than interesting for Jackie and Amy, but both males seemed to be able to spare enough attention to keep their hands moving on their women, and that seemed to be enough. Amy listened as Jackie began arguing with Dolores over whether her top allowed her breasts to jiggle too much, grinning at the look that crossed Tim's face every time Dolores produced a demonstration jiggle. Denise surfaced next, and Eddie, who had ridden with his brother and his fiancée, appeared out of the woodwork to slide behind her as she confronted her sister, "Hi, Sis." "Hi, Neesy. Momma come home last night?" Mandi inquired. A couple of ears cocked at that; the implications were... interesting. "About eight," Denise nodded. "That's a pretty good sized rock your dad laid on her there, Big Brother!" she announced, grinning. "Where'd he mine that?" Eyes swung to Bobby, who was caught basically flat-footed. Denise grinned maliciously; seldom did a chance to outgun Bobby happen along... Bobby made shift to frown, "Damned if I know - but your Momma's probably wearing my inheritance on her finger! We're probably both screwed out of college money, now!" Everybody laughed. "And you!" Bobby rounded on Mandi, "You'd better throw yourself on HIS tender mercies!" Bobby nodded at Rick, "We're broke! Besides, it's you two's fault, anyway!" Mandi stuck out her tongue at Bobby, and turned to her sister, "So, what did she say?" "She was flitting around all over the place, trying to figure out how they were going to handle everything," Denise related. "Bobby's dad wants us to move in right away, and she's worrying about EVERYTHING!" She snickered. "Apparently the old homestead will finance OUR college education quite nicely - Momma figures she'll put it on the market. I'm gonna end up with some room that they've filled with junk!" She eyed Jackie sidelong, "Unless, that is, Bobby's big brother Mike moves out to play house with Jackie's mom..." All eyes swung to Jackie, who blushed crimson. Bobby piled it on, "Poor Mikey hobbled home last night all goo-goo eyed, and everything that came out of his mouth was 'Missy this,' and 'Missy that'! Looked like she'd sucked him dry, too! I thought Auntie - Momma - Helen was gonna have to spoon-feed him!" Bobby produced an exaggerated leer, "Care to relate the other end of THAT matchup?" Jackie opened her mouth, but Terry beat her to the punch, "Well, if things went on like the way they were when I was there yesterday morning, I'd have to say that Jackie's mom's prudishness is dead and buried! When we got in from the hotel, she was floating from place to place, half naked, with that freshly-..." "Terry!" Jackie shushed him, "Well, you get the idea! Sorta like her!" She pointed to the girl who had slid onto the seat on Amy's right. Eyes shifted to Jackie's target, and several of their owners did double- takes! There sat Thelma, fresh-faced, and smiling, wearing a tube top over bell-bottoms - an outfit that MAYBE Amy had seen her in, once! Thelma blushed crimson, and Bobby finished the thought, "Yeah, freshly fucked!" There was a rumbling growl and Bobby put up his hands as Danny hove into view, but Danny contented himself with the warning, sliding his arms around Thelma's midriff, where she trapped them in place, her smile going beatific. "Unbelievable!" Bobby announced, shaking his head, murmuring to Dina. "We do good work, Baby!" "Um," Dina agreed, "Speaking of which..." But Danny shook his head, his scowl warning Dina that this wasn't a good time to explain yesterday's phone call. Conversation drifted elsewhere. A few feet away, Draper Travis parked himself on the concrete edge of the front steps, allowing Tenisha Porter to insert herself in the circle of his arms. He was still somewhat shocky over the events of the last couple of days, but one thing was clear: the pleasant bundle of curves in his arms considered herself his, and that was good enough for him. What that was gonna do for the ol' gang wasn't clear... But the Nate Adams that wheeled up and got gingerly out of his car was a different character from his experience. First, he wasn't bouncing off the walls as usual. Girls that he usually would have 'favored' with his rap cringed away, but were thoroughly ignored as Nate made his way toward Draper and Tenisha. Second, Nate's whole demeanor was tinged with a certain diffidence. He seemed... tentative. "Hey, Draper, 'Nisha. How'd it go for y'all?" Draper glanced at Tenisha, then replied, dryly, "Things settled down after while. Thought 'Nisha's ol' man was gonna blow a gasket, but he cooled down." "Cool." Nate's eyes swept the vicinity anxiously, and his usual targets braced to weather the delayed wash of his regard - but then his face cleared, and moments later the reason became clear as Nora drifted into view, approached Nate directly, and bussed him on the lips. "Hey, Honey," Nora crooned, wrapping arms around his neck, "Miss me?" "Shit, yeah!" Nate replied enthusiastically. Tenisha caught the crowd's surprise and her eyelids drooped. "You're kidding me!" seemed to be the universal sentiment. Fat Mary Nally wandered in behind Nora, which was somewhat of a surprise for THIS group, especially since she apparently had the Frick kid in tow. Draper eyed this development in some surprise, but, well, if Nora wanted to drag her friends along, who gave a shit? Frick wasn't big enough to hold his own - nor was he female, for that matter, which gave Fat Mary an excuse; the kid was gonna have problems, 'specially when Nate got around to slammin' him. But then the REAL surprise came! Stick Williams slid into place behind Fat Mary, wrapping his arms around her below her tits and offered, "Hey, Teddy, takin' care o' our girl?" "Huh?" Nate and Draper chorused. Nora and Tenisha just goggled, Nora getting out, "What?" Mary grinned - for once, the center of attention - but the exchange was between Teddy and Stick. "Yeah," Teddy agreed, "But I'm glad you're here. Tough getting introduced around here." Stick grinned and announced, "Teddy's okay. He an' I are sharin' Mary - 'cause she's a lotta woman!" The guys didn't know exactly where to go with that, although the flick of a glance and grin they shared said "She certainly is!" very clearly. Other than that... Nora queried, "When did THIS all happen?" Mary shrugged and affected nonchalance, "Saturday night. You know how nervous Teddy can get left alone with me - afraid I'd eat him or something..." Mary surfaced a catlike smile. "Stick came up at loose ends, something about losing his ride..." Her eyes swept across Draper. "...so he offered to chaperone. One thing led to another, and Stick and Teddy switched jobs a couple of times... Eventually, we decided to all run together." Nate passed Stick a look that said, "You fuckin' her?" Stick nodded, and Nate shrugged. Draper decided that actually, it simplified things - everybody had pussy to distract them, so they didn't have to tear shit up. If Mary wanted a lapdog, an' Stick didn't care, well, Frick was harmless; maybe he'd help Stick with his homework... Certainly the three of them made an interesting sandwich... Draper's mind shied away from a couple of perfectly accurate sexual combinations possible for the group; the others would do for now - they were odd enough... Dina, examining her 'other project' from a distance, wasn't similarly blinded. This byproduct of her matchmaking surprised her, but she read the more subtle indicators. Obviously, Mary HAD had sex with both of them; she was sharing the kind of intimate contact that said 'lover' equally with the pair. The other, more subtle indicator was more interesting: the boys weren't acting wary of one another. Not only were they not visibly competing with one another for Mary's attention, but they appeared to be unusually comfortable with one another; they were not displaying the usual level of male homophobia - exacerbated by racial differences - that Dina expected to see. They weren't going out of their way to touch one another, but they weren't bothering with avoidance, either. That Teddy might have homosexual leanings was not a novel theory to Dina; she was pretty sure of him - in fact, she was a bit surprised that he'd done Mary! Stick, however, was a surprise; she wondered how far it went... "That's some interesting fallout," Bobby observed, his eyes drawn to the target of Dina's observation. Dina wondered distantly whether Bobby was blind to the undercurrents... But the starting bell rang, and the groups had half a dozen separate places to be, so they somewhat reluctantly separated and got on with their lives... <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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