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From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} -- "Interruptus" -- Uther -- MF wl
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Date: Thu, 09 Sep 2010 21:10:02 -0400
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figures in the background, are figments of my imagination. Any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coinccidental.


Interruptus
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com

MF wl

It was Tim's turn to deal with Junior. He started with fixing the bottle.
Then he came in to change him. Wouldn't you know it? The kid was
smiling contentedly in a diaper full of shit -- runny yellow shit. He got
most of it into the diaper and the diaper in the waste can. Then he used
two baby wipes to get the rest, including extra care around Junior's
scrotum. When he was done and Junior was perched on the new
diaper, he got a big grin. He leaned over to return the grin from up
close. He saw the miniature prick flex out of the corner of his eye, but it
was too late to move. The geyser soaked his shirt.

Obviously pleased with the result, Junior gave him a bigger grin and a
small fart. Tim tucked the diaper tight around him and pasted down the
tabs. Then he picked up Junior and placed him on his arm with his head
in the crook of his elbow. He carried him like that while the little guy
guzzled down the bottle. Probably he was restoring his ammunition for
the next time Daddy was in range of his prick. Fed, burped, dry,
properly on his back, Junior finally went to sleep.

Tim got his shirt off and soaked it. He got his undershirt off -- dragging
the urine-soaked cloth up over his face while holding his breath -- and
soaked it. He wrung out both before hanging them on the
shower-curtain rod. He sponged himself off. Finally, he was ready for
Sally.

She was ready for him, too. She reached out when he got in his side of
the bed. They had a kiss before he started to raise her nightie. When he
cupped her breast, she pulled the hand down between her legs.

"They are still sore. I'm not going to have anyone named Timothy
Kessel sucking on my boobs, and I'm sure not going to start with the
one who can't use the nutrition."

"Fair enough." He kissed her, his tongue playing with hers as his finger
played with her clit. Her hands stroked up and down his back. At the
end of one stroke, she brought her hand around his hip to grip his cock.
He rolled back over to grab a rubber from his night stand.

"You started the pill?"

"Yeah, but the doctor won't guarantee it yet. My hormones are still
discombobulated from Junior." On that word, he rolled the rubber
down his cock and climbed between Sally's legs.

"Put me in." He spread her lips as she placed him between them. He
slid forward until she surrounded him.

"Welcome home. Is the fit tight enough?" She clenched herself around
him.

"It feels lovely. You feel lovely." And she did feel lovely, if not so tight
as before. He belonged on top of Sally. Fun as other variations were as
variations, this was the steady diet he wanted.

Her thighs were holding his hips gently. He was moving freely within
her. Her murmurs and motions showed that she was with him as his
arousal was driving towards the inevitable conclusion. Then another
sound entered his consciousness.

"Wahhh!" Sally's motions, instead of meeting his, were squirming away
from him. She shoved him off with both hands on his chest. Then she
was out of bed.

"Are you wet, dear?"

"Wah. Wah. Wah!"

"Is something else wrong?"

"Waah."

Tim lay in bed with his sheathed cock cooling down but not yet
shrinking while he listened to this dialogue go on and on.

The end
Interruptus
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com


Thanks to Denny for proofing this.


Another story of new parents:
/~Uther_Pendragon/Gjt/fos_08m.htm
"Resumption"

The index to almost all my stories:
/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm
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