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Subject: {ASSM} Good Lovin' Too (MF, MMF, teens) fixed
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Appologies for the pun, it was too easy to pass up.

This is a better developed, winter-time follow up to the shorter
/Good Lovin'/ posted to ASSM on 1/28. You can read either one
first, although I'll be skipping some descriptions that I had in
the previous story.

For those who just want the summary so they can plow ahead with
this story: Mindy and Jim are a couple of neo-hippie sort of pot
heads in their late teens. If you disapprove of the use of
illegal substances you should probably turn back now. Still with
me? Grand. Mindy is short, 5' 4" or so, auburn-red hair worn
long, nice curvy hips and ass and titanic tits. Jim? Well I
didn't really go there but eh... well Jim is just your ordanary
kind of chap, brown hair, brown eyes, average biuld... who really
gives a damn, eh?

"Brown eyed women and red grenedine,
bottle was dusty but the liqour was clean,
sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down
and it looks like the old man's getting on..."
- Robert Hunter

_ Good Lovin' Too _

Jim strummed an A chord, tuned his E string up a touch and
strummed again, "Green eyed women and red grenedine, bottle was
dusty but the liquor was clean... Daddy made whiskey and he made
it well, cost two dollars and it burned like hell," Mindy joined
in just a bit out of key, "I cut hick'ry to fire the still, drink
down the bottle and ready to kill... mmm, whiskey would be nice."

"Indeed it would... give Dan a call, he'd buy a bottle for us."

"No he won't, he wouldn't buy me any alcohol Wendsday night."

"Yeah, cus he knew you were hanging out with Matt there, he
dosen't trust that kid around his little sister." Jim set the
guitar to the side, grabbed his herb grinder and unscrewed the
main chamber. He took out a rolling paper and started pinching
weed into it.

"You don't have a problem with me hanging out with Matt why
should David?"

"You're his little sister, bud, and he thinks that anyone who's
that into thrash metal must be on something... and not just
reefer. And well... he's kinda right."

"Come on, he just does addies. I know you've done those"

"Yeah, I've tried coke too that dosen't make it a good idea. And
he danm sure does more than that. Last I heard it was Klonopin,
and oxy 80s. I saw him up to Ralph's the other night he had
fucking three 80s cut up for just him and Eric. That shit's just
/stupid/."

"Well what the fuck were you doing there then?" She said, angry
because he'd joined her brothers in deriding her two friends.

"Looking for fucking pot - no one but Ralph had any worth buying.
And it might be giving this undue credit to say it was worth
buying, takes a damn fatty for a Friday Night Couch Lock." He
sealed the joint up and set it on the table.

"Oh, right... damn winter."

"Don't worry - Old Man Morrison, out in Burnsville, is taking
care of a few girls for me. I should have a couple ounces of
freshies from that coming to me pretty soon here."

"Mmm... now I remember why I love you, babe... well one reason
anyway." She got up and slid onto his lap as she spoke, leaned in
and kissed him warmly.


"Dan'll buy that bottle if I smoke him up," Jim said once they'd
seperated "So uhh... maybe you should give him a call before we
get all sweaty, tell him I'll hit him back for the booze and make
the trip worth his while... he should be able to figure out what
that means"

"Heh... you really think he'd be pissed you were fucking his
little sister don't you?"

"Nah... he definitely knows I'm fucking you," he gave her ass a
squeeze, "but the man's in the army he desereves respect," he
continued in a half-joking sort of tone. "He dosen't need it
thrown in his face is all I'm sayin'. We all know he could kick
my ass halfway to hell if he had to do it."

"Ha ha, right on, what do you want?"

"Fifth of bourbon, preferably."

---

A cold winter wind blows outside and inside a little two-room log
cabin in the Maine woods a pot-belly wood stove is blazing... and
that ain't the only thing. Jim and Mindy are joined on the giant
old comfy couch by fellow traveler Curt, who has a joint burning.
The stereo softly plays a 'Tennessee Jed' bootleg while the three
sit back, passing the joint and sipping their whiskey. For a time
they just enjoy the music in the near-sauna heat of the
wood stove, but soon the cocktail of liquor and cannabis have them
feeling right dandy and a bit of Irish courage puts the spark in
Jim's mind. He pulls Mindy closer and whispers in her ear, "How'd
you like to try a threesome?"

That sly little grin Jim knew and loved crept out over Mindy's
slightly stoned continence and she downed the rest of her bourbon
and soda. She gave Jim a wink and stood up and walked to the
bedroom. She came back a few minutes later in a pair or boy-short
style panties and a tank top that had a hard time of it holding
her in. Jim grinned as she walked around the back of the couch
and stood directly in front of curt whose jam dropped a good
three inches at the site of her gorgeous curves, "so how bout a
little fun?" was all she said. Hearing no objections she knelt
down in front of him and unzipped his jeans, yanking down his
boxers she pulled out his dick and gave it a slow lick all the
way down then even slower on the way up, then she wrapped her
lips around the head an started off as slowly as she could,
bobbing her head up and down, keeping time with her tongue.

Jim took off his pants and took up position behind Mindy, he
pulled her panties down and she parted her legs a bit more for
him. He slid his finger inside her tight little snatch and soon
had her dripping wet. She came up for air for a moment and moaned
softly as Jim took up position and pushed slowly into her tight
little pussy. He fell into a slow steady rhythm and Mindy went
back to work on Curt who reached down and began massaging her
left breast. Not to be bested, Jim reached around and cupped her
right breast then ran a finger up and down her abdomen, slowly
circling in on her crotch and finding her clit. At this Mindy
pulled her lips away from Curt and moaned loudly. She pushed back
against Jim urging him to speed up until he felt her clench
around him in the throws of orgasm. Holding himself back, if only
just, he slowed to a stop, "I think I need a break after that,
think you can handle her, bud?" He pulled out of her and sitting
in an arm chair picked up his drink

"Well I think maybe," Said Curt with a shit-eating grin which
Mindy mirrored, somewhat more lustily. She returned her attention
to his swollen cock, giving it a slow lick from base to tip. Then
seeing that he was more than prepared she straddled him on the
couch, shoving her tits in his face. Curt happily sucked on her
nipples while she lowered herself onto his dick. Then he gasped
for air as she rapidly increased her speed, riding him hard and
fast. Less used to her than Jim was Curt was soon unable to hold
back. "Sweet Sugaree, I'm fixin' to blow here," he groaned.

"Aww," sighed Mindy, "and I was just starting to have fun. Oh
well..." she rose up off him, then kneeled down before him again,
this time sliding his now well lubricated cock between her tits.
Giving them a squeeze she began to slide them up and down him.
She felt Jim's tongue probing her snatch and slid her legs
further apart to let him in. Curt began to thrust in time to her
motions and soon came, leaving a trail of semen down her chest.

"That's enough tongue , Jim, I want you in me. Yeah... ooooh yeah,
I need you to ride me now, baby." As he seemed reluctant to heed
her, she gently grabbed his hair and pulled him upright. "I said
ride me, stud," she said breathily before kissing him ravenously,
pulling him down on top of her. She positioned him at her
opening, and he just barely slid in, then out, in and out,
looking down at her with a mischievous grin. She wrapped her
legs around his back and pulled him inside her with more strength
than she would have thought herself to have. Finally, Jim got
down to it and started to thrust more deeply. With Mindy bucking
and moaning underneath him it was soon all he could do to keep
himself under control. He tried to picture Mindy's brother Dan
walking in and finding them like this but just then Mindy let out
an entirely new class of moan and her pussy clenched around him,
driving him over the edge. For a few moments they lay in
each other's arms then climbed back up into the couch and curled
up together to smoke another joint.

"Fare thee well, fare thee well,
I love you more than words can tell,
listen to the river sing sweet songs,
to rock my soul" - Hunter

---

Thanks for reading, if you liked this I now have a site set up on
ASSTR:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/saint_stephan/www/

Namaste,
Saint Stephen

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