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Subject: {ASSM} "Hold That Thought" {Uther} (MF caution)
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"Hold That Thought" {Uther} (MF caution)

If you are under the age of 18, or otherwise forbidden by law 
to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do 
something else. 

This material is Copyright, 2000, Uther Pendragon.  All rights 
reserved.  I specifically grant the right of downloading and 
keeping ONE electronic copy for your personal reading so long as 
this notice is included.  Reposting requires previous 
permission. 

All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as 
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination 
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly 
coincidental. 
 
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                        Hold That Thought 
                       by  Uther Pendragon 
                     nogardneprethu@gmail.com 


She felt the fever grip her.  Mike was licking her nipples 
as he stroked her clit.  She pushed her hips off the couch, 
pressing herself into his hand.  At the last moment, he covered 
her mouth with his, muffling her moans of release.  She shuddered 
once more, then she collapsed.  Just breathing was an effort.  
She settled down to rest in his arms until her strength 
returned. 

"Mommy!!"  Chantal's scream of terror nearly deafened her from 
the monitor on the end-table.  She struggled to get up.  Where 
were her clothes? 

"Hold that thought," said Mike.  Dressing as he went, he 
strode toward the stairs. It must be another nightmare, 
compounded of Halloween candy and Halloween stories.  But Chantal 
would want her mother, not her mother's friend.  She started to 
pull on her clothes. 

"Chantal," Mike called, "it's Mike.  I'm going to come inside 
and turn on your light."  A pause.  "Now what's the problem?" 

"I saw the Ghouly Man."  This was the latest monster the kids 
scared each other with. 

"Well, the Ghouly Man is *hungry*.  You'd be just a small bite 
for him.  On the other hand, I'm going to be downstairs, and I'm 
*much* bigger than you.  So you don't have to worry about the 
Ghouly Man tonight.  If he comes to your house, he'll eat me -- 
not you.  Not so?" 

When she got to her room, Chantal was holding Mike's hand and 
smiling bravely.  She hugged Chantal to her breast until her 
daughter wiggled out of her arms to lie back.  "Everything all 
right now?" 

"Yes," Chantal said.  "He's a nice man, isn't he?" 

"Very nice," she answered, conscious that the monitor carried 
her words downstairs. 

When Mike rested *his* head against her breast, however, 
he unbuttoned her blouse.  He petted her as before until the heat 
returned.  When her hips undulated beyond her control, he tugged 
her panties down.  While she removed them, he dropped his 
trousers and sheathed himself in latex. 

"Chantal can't imagine *how* nice you are," she said. 

"Hold that thought."  He pressed slowly into her. 

She couldn't hold herself still as her tunnel was spread and 
filled.  For one moment he kissed her, filling her at both ends.  
Then he clutched one breast in each hand and stroked in and 
out. 

The fever gripped her, spiraling upward from her groin to her 
head.  Her nipples were two burning coals of need; she pulled a 
sofa pillow across her face to catch the moans.  He drove into 
her, and she rose to meet every thrust.  She moaned and clutched 
around him, filled with the fire.  He growled and pistoned into 
her. 

Then he erupted within her just as the fire burned through her 
and out of her.  She collapsed a moment after he did.  They lay 
there, gasping for breath, unable to move a muscle.  Even when 
the Ghouly Man shambled up to the couch, their resistance was 
feeble.  


The end
Hold That Thought
Uther Pendragon
2000/10/31
2002/10/31


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