Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 035
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 D/s bd oral anal

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 35
Tuesday night:  the Nellis'

      It was 9:30 p.m.  Rick had wandered in around 8:00, looking very much
pleased with his current state.  He and Dina were stretched out on the
floor, watching TV.  Robert was sitting in his recliner, also watching the
program.

	Marilyn came in and sat on the arm of the recliner.  She was wearing
a flowing teddy that didn't cover a whole lot.  Robert looked up, somewhat
surprised.  When had THIS happened last?  Marilyn caught his eye and cooed
"Oh, Raaaah beeee..." and dropped something into his lap.

      Robert examined the item, discovering it to be a pair of mink-lined
handcuffs.  He played with them for a moment, determining how they
functioned.  Then he looked up at his children, poker faced.  "It appears
that we are going up to bed!" he announced.  He then immediately cuffed
Marilyn's hands behind her back, surprising her with his speed and
dexterity.  She stood there, bemused - she had obviously planned to use them
as a lure, nothing more.

      Dina got up, appraised her mother, and whispered in Robert's ear, "You
should make her wait here, kneeling by the chair, naked, for a while!"

      Robert smiled, "An excellent idea - for another day!  We need to take
these things one step at a time...  Come, woman!  I plan to vent my lust
upon you - and I might even let you enjoy it!"  He lifted Marilyn's bound
hands a bit, and she stumbled off, meekly.

      Rick looked at Dina.  "You know, I can NOT believe that!"

      Dina simpered, "What I can't believe is how easily Pop drops into the
role!  It's like he's been wielding a whip all of his life!  Mark my words -
in 3 months, Mum will be doing housework wearing nothing but a dog collar
and high heels!"

      Rick smiled, picturing such a state of affairs.  Somehow, it seemed
like a neat idea.

      Upstairs, Robert was letting Marilyn know just what she had gotten
herself into.  He produced a second pair of handcuffs, and cuffed her right
wrist to the footboard of the bed.  Then he released her left wrist from the
first set.  Still poker faced, he appraised Marilyn.  "The robe is cute, but
it gets in my way.  Remove it!"  Marilyn shrugged out of the teddy, letting
it slip down her right arm to pool around her wrist.  Robert re-bound her
wrists, swapped the unattached cuff of the second set to her left wrist, and
released her right.  The teddy fell to the floor.  He then again locked
Marilyn's wrists behind her, releasing her from the bed in the process.  "In
the future, you will come to me nude!" he announced.

      Marilyn raised an eyebrow, "In front of the children?" she asked.

      Smack!  Marilyn stood there, eyes as big as saucers, as a handprint
developed on her right buttock.  "Robbie!"  SMACK!  A matching mark appeared
on her left buttock.  Marilyn's eyes began to water.  She shut up, gazing
into the implacable eyes of this person who had displaced her husband of 20
years.

      "Who am I?" the stranger asked.  Marilyn started thinking, hard.  Fear
ran across her belly on hundreds of ticklish feet.  The hand raised again.

      Marilyn, rushing to avoid it, blurted the obvious answer, "Master?"
The hand stopped, but remained a threat as she looked into the stranger's
blank eyes.

      "And that makes you?" the stranger prompted.

      "Slave..."  Marilyn looked down, even as she assessed the
implications.

      "Does a slave question?"

      "No, Master."  It came easily.  Marilyn surprised herself.  The hand
traced her jawline, and Marilyn's nostrils distended.

      "Kneel." The command was brusque - and Marilyn's knees hit the carpet
before she even thought about it.  Shock - and awe - filled the eyes that
she turned on the Master's bland visage.

      The Master began digging in the bag of 'toys' at the foot of the bed,
and came up with a short, wide strap.  He affixed it to Marilyn's forearms,
just below her elbows, pulling her arms further back.  "Why did you do that,
Master?"  Marilyn asked.

      A slight smile formed on the Master's face.  "I like how it lifts your
bust," he replied.

      "But it's uncomfortable!" Marilyn protested.

      The smile was gone.  "And?" he replied.

      Understanding broke less than a second before the open hand would have
descended.  "Forgive a foolish slave, Master!"  The hand did not descend.

      "Approach the bed.  Lay your torso upon it."  Marilyn did as she was
bid.  There was more rustling in the toy bag.  The Master drizzled a line of
lubricant from above her anus in Marilyn's asscrack to her clitoris, then
began working it into the available surfaces with two fingers.  He then drew
two elastic bands up her calves to her knees.  "Lift your knees, one at a
time.  The elastics passed the knees, eventually delivering an insectoid
clitoral vibrator into position and holding it there.  The Master activated
the vibrator, toying with the frequency controls while he watched her clench
and relax, eventually finding a setting sure to induce a climax, eventually,
without over-stimulating her.  He again applied lubricant to her openings.
Marilyn discovered that once lubricated, even her anus was easily
penetrated.  The Master began working a finger in and out of both her vagina
and her anus, adding more lubricant as the openings began to dilate.

      This stimulation, added to the vibrator, caused Marilyn to begin to
make noises, despite herself.  Quickly, she asked, "May a slave utter sounds
of pleasure?"

      The Master smiled, and announced, "I think I might enjoy that.  You
may give voice to your pleasure."

      It was not a moment too soon.  Marilyn was about to burst.  She
erupted in a loud groan, "OOOOOOOHHHHHH, God!  MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm!"  The
Master added a finger at each opening, increasing the lubrication.   Marilyn
began to try to drive herself onto the impaling fingers.  The Master only
allowed this to a certain extent, denying Marilyn ultimate satisfaction.
For fifteen minutes, the Master brought Marilyn to the edge of bliss, then
backed off, leaving her filled with exquisite tension.  Then, as she rose
for the fifth time, he crushed the vibrator to her clitoris with one hand
while driving his penis into her anus!  Marilyn erupted in a scream of mixed
pleasure and pain as her anus and vagina executed a synchronous series of
contractions, building until she passed out from the intensity of the
sensations.

      Robert was in heaven.  Something about this role was intensely
satisfying, even without actual sex.  But the buttery feel of Marilyn's
virgin anus!  Wow!  He erupted while she was still orgasming, only seconds
after the initial penetration.

      Dina and Rick had heard the smacks, correctly identifying what had
occurred while offering each other significant glances.  The scream was
another matter.  They rushed upstairs, to find their father with his cock
buried in their mother's ass, pumping out his seed, while their mother lay
across the bed obviously totally in the thrall of a tremendous orgasm -
literally cross-eyed and drooling on the coverlet.  They retired from the
room before they were noticed, Dina covering her mouth to keep the snickers
from escaping.  "Holy shit!" she exclaimed when they had returned
downstairs.  "Think she got off?"

      They were interrupted by another loud moan.  Marilyn couldn't escape
the vibrator, and in her excited state, it triggered a small orgasm about
once a minute.  Robert was content to leave it there.  After a couple of
minutes, he turned her around and delivered his somewhat fecal-smelling cock
into Marilyn's open mouth.  She sucked like a baby, bringing him back to
full extension over the course of a few minutes.  Robert again draped
Marilyn's torso over the bed, and entered her vagina in one thrust,
following up by delivering her pussy a serious pounding.  Mini orgasms
became full-blown mind-poppers, and in the next few minutes, Marilyn had
several.  Finally, Robert could hold out no longer, and exploded in
Marilyn's depths.  After he had recovered a few moments later, he released
her from the torture produced by the vibrator.  Finally he released her from
her bindings, and lifted her onto the bed.  Marilyn, virtually unconscious
already, rolled onto her side, tucking a bit toward a fetal position.
Robert spooned up to Marilyn's wet ass, threw blankets over them, and,
cupping a breast, crashed.

      The teens found their own way to bed.  It was barely 11:00 p.m.