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From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Bungalow" -- Uther (MF wl)
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Date: Fri, 28 May 2010 00:10:01 -0400
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resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.


Bungalow
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
MF wl


The bungalow really didn't have that much more inside space than their
old apartment -- except for the half basement, of course. But they
weren't going to deal with that, today. Al, Joe, and Bruce were helping
them move, along with Brenda. The first two loads were furniture. The
last one was boxes; Joe drove his car along for that trip, and the
overflow from the U-Haul was in his back seat and trunk. Boxes which
couldn't be used right then were stacked in the spare room, stacked
quite high.

When things were in the house, if not in the right place, they took a
break. Tim went for pizza and some other purchases. Brenda helped
Sally set up the kitchen well enough that they could serve the pizza.
With the pizza boxes in his car, Tim visited Walgreen's. The shower
curtain and tub mat had been too grungy to move; bath soap and
shampoo were easier to buy than to find. And where Sally's diaphragm
would be was anybody's guess.

The dining room was too small for six, so Tim and Bruce sat in the
kitchen. The party wound down, not quite so fast as Tim would have
liked, but it wound down. Sally followed him in the car while he
returned the U-Haul, and they drove back together.

"The first thing I'll have to do," she said, "is hang the drapes. I feel so
exposed with all the windows on ground level."

"They're somewhere in the spare room, along with everything else."

"The really first thing is to take a shower. I feel grungy. Do you think
you could hang the shower curtain while I find the towels?"

He did. While she was in the shower, he looked over the rooms once
more. The place was fully lighted even in the afternoon by the bare
windows. By the same token, they had no privacy. He did a little
restacking in the spare room. When he was done, the boxes covered
the windows up to shoulder height. The floor was a couple of feet
above ground level here. There was a little space left on the carpet, and
he moved a chair in.

Sally came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Their robes were
in one of the boxes.

"Want your turn? I used another towel, but there's a third in there."

"In a minute. Come into the spare room."

"I really can't." But she did. When he started to kiss her, she glanced at
the windows. Apparently reassured, she cooperated in the kiss. When
his hands roved, she even turned a little to give him better access to her
breasts and butt. When he tossed the towel to cover the chair, though,
she stiffened.

"I don't have my diaphragm." He showed her his last purchase, a box of
condoms. "You planning to use all of those?"

"We'll keep some for emergencies, like now." She didn't agree verbally,
but she did start unbuttoning his shirt. When he backed up to the chair,
she followed him. He dropped his trousers before stripping off shirt and
t-shirt. He tossed those onto the boxes. Then, above the ankles, he was
as naked as she was.

He sat down on the chair. She walked towards him, spreading her legs
so his were inside hers. He hugged her to him and kissed the valley
between her breasts. He handed the box to her to free his hands for
more important things. He kissed towards the tip of one breast while his
left hand stroked the other. His right hand stroked her spread leg up to
the lips.

She was tearing open the box somewhere above his head, but his
attention was on rubbing her lips one against the other. She was nice
and moist when he parted them. He managed to reach one nipple with
his lips, the other with his fingers, and her clit with the index finger of
his
right hand at almost the same moment.

"Oh!"

"Like that?" He hoped she did, but his mouth had a more important
task than conversation. He sucked all the breast he could inhale, eased
back until his lips were tight on the nipple and nothing  else, sucked
hard like that, released it and licked it. Meanwhile, one hand was
stroking her juices up to her cit and teasing that. The other hand was
tickling the areola, only occasionally rubbing that nipple.

"These are hard to figure out while you're doing that." That was okay;
let her take her time. Finally, though, she shoved his head back and
dropped onto his knees. One hand held his cock while the other
applied the rubber. She stood almost up and walked towards him. He
kissed one breast as it passed down his face, but both of them had their
attention lower down.

She placed him at her entrance. The familiar slickness couldn't be felt
though the rubber, but still the embrace was arousing. Slowly, she slid
down. Slowly her nipples dragged down Tim's chest. Slowly, her
smooth pussy enveloped his cock. Slowly, her weight settled on his lap.
Slowly, her mouth approached his; then her tongue was exploring his
mouth.

"Oh, darling," he said when she broke the kiss. His hands went to her
breasts, his thumbs to her nipples. As she excited both of them with her
slow rise and fall, he excited her as much as he could with his breast
play. But his arousal became so strong that it forbade passivity.

He abandoned her breasts to grab her butt. He shifted his feet under
him and rose with her impaled. She clasped his shoulders with her
hands and his hips with her thighs. He turned and rested her against the
wall.

"I can see out. Anyone outside can see us."

"Tell me when you see someone peeking in." Not that he could stop if
she did. He rolled himself side to side. Her nipples brushed over his
chest. Her pussy walls caressed his cock. Its base rubbed her clit.

"Oooh," she moaned. He could feel her pussy begin to clench him. He
had to move within those clenches. He shifted one foot back and
humped her against the wall time afer time. Her nails were gouging his
shoulders and his were gouging her butt. He drove faster and faster, if
he couldn't move farther. He rammed her against the wall and pulsed
and pulsed.

As his knees buckled, she slid down to land on her feet. His softened
cock came out. He stepped back and leaned against the boxes there.

"Whew," he said.

"Whew, yourself. You can find your own towels. I need to take another
shower. I'll need the last one I found."

"This is barely damp." He handed her the one off the top of the boxes.

"Then you can use it when I'm done." She wrapped herself in the towel
and returned to the bathroom. He hobbled over to the chair to pull up
his shorts and jeans. He'd have to find towels, his clothes, and the
bedroom drapes. Piles of boxes were a good window shade, but they
could only use them a few times before the neighbors grew curious.

The end
Bungalow
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com


My thanks to Denny for editing this.


Another story of another couple moving into another home:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/brennan/voor.htm

The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm
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