Hold That Thought
by Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net

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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.

Hold That Thought
by Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net

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
2004/10/30
For another story where the violence is much 
more realistic, see:
 "Duty"  
Caution.  That story is labeled rape, and I mean it.
For another story about a divorced mother trying to renew her sex 
life:
 "Alternate Weekends"  
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