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.