Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 012
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: rom mf 1st

Keywords for full story:  F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc


Chapter 12
The Main Event

	Rick, only momentarily distracted by Denise's entrance, began again
mauling Mandi's left breast.  After a few moments, he broke their most
recent kiss and latched onto the distended nipple, sucking the whole end of
the mound into his mouth and whirling his tongue around the nipple.  Mandi
grabbed his head, holding it in place, and said "Ummmmmm..." Suddenly, her
legs could NOT be still as the embers between them relit.  Rick could feel
the building tension, and smiled to himself around the mouthful.  He set his
right hand off on a slow, tickling meander whose ultimate target would be
Mandi's vulva.

	Denise threw a short nightie over her near nakedness, flopped on her
bed, and grabbed the phone.

	At the Nellis home, Dina's phone began to ring.  Dina struggled up
groggily and grabbed the thing. "H'lo?"

	"Dina!  Get over here!" came from the earpiece.

	"Denise, its 8:50 in the morning!  What in the Hell could be that
important!"

	"Listen to this!"  Denise took the phone across the hall and stuck
the receiver into Mandi's room, just as Mandi let out with an impassioned
"Oh GOD! Pinch the other one!  Please!"

	Denise brought the receiver to her ear "What do you think of that?"

	"Sounds like Mandi's getting her ashes hauled!" Dina said, thinking
'Ricky's not going to like that...'

	"Well, the ash hauler is YOUR BROTHER RICKY!"

	Dina sat bolt upright "No shit!" She hopped up and ran across the
hall to her brother's room - which was conspicuously empty.  Rick was a late
sleeper - only something important was going to get him up before 9:00 a.m.
on a Sunday... Like, getting laid?  Dina ran back to her room, and started
to throw on a tube top while juggling the phone. "Well, at least something's
going right!" she announced.  "I'm coming!"

	"Hurry up, or they'll come first!" came the laughing reply.  Denise
resumed peeping around the door at the oblivious couple.

	Dina threw on panties and a short pleated skirt, basically without
taking time to discover that it clashed somewhat with the tube top, slid
into sandals, and ran out the door, just as Bobby McCormick was pulling up
out front.  Dina frowned, shrugged, and marched right up to the car and got
in, announcing "In the future, Bobby McCormick, the only way I want to see
you this early on a Sunday morning is if I roll over in bed and find you
there!  This morning, however, your timing is excellent!  We need to go to
the Giannelli's."

	Bobby had been left behind at the point she entered the car.  It
took him a moment to sort through the implications of these declarations,
one by one, then he asked "Why?"

	"Because Denise just called me.  Mandi and Ricky are up in Mandi's
room and cherries are popping all over the place!"

	"Holy shit!"  Bobby stomped the gas.  "I gotta SEE this!"

	In Mandi's room, the young lovers were blissfully unaware that they
were about to become a tourist attraction.  Mandi was moaning softly as Rick
teased her with caresses that almost - but not quite - reached her mons from
above and below.  For her part, she was rubbing his back and shoulders and
occasionally leaving a little nipping kiss on whatever skin surface she
could get to.  After a couple of minutes, Rick again shifted focus, offering
teasing caresses of her breasts while kissing her deeply.  He was content to
take his time and bring her to a rolling boil.

	Denise, tripped downstairs to brace her mother about events.  "Mandi
and Ricky are upstairs fucking!" she announced upon entering the kitchen.

	"I don't think so," replied Helen calmly, looking up from her
newspaper, "It sounded to me like they've not yet gone beyond some really
seriously satisfying oral sex.  You can generally tell from the muffled
nature of the moans.  I'm certain that they'll get there, however..."

	"MOMMA!  Mandi's upstairs HAVING SEX!"

	"Denise, unless I miss my guess, you're 'way ahead of her in that
department!" Helen said sharply.  "And she's two years older than you!  At
least she brings her young men home!  No doubt you're ashamed of yours!"

	Denise was totally taken aback.  Instead of rushing upstairs to put
a stop to the salacious goings-on, her mother had lit into HER!  "You knew?"

	"How could I miss it?  Mandi's pretty noisy.  I imagine that you'll
be able to tell the difference when they begin having intercourse... Mandi
won't have anything in her mouth - and she's likely to be VERY noisy!"
Helen laughed.  "Besides, they asked me first."

	"They ASKED YOU?!"

	"Well, it wasn't that simple... Mandi set some rules for their
physical relationship that she expected to carry them for a couple of weeks
- but Rick managed to exceed expectation.  Mandi wanted it; I could get in
the way, or let them be happy and comfortable.  I chose the latter."

	Denise blew out a breath.  "Does this mean I can bring MY boyfriends
home?"

	Helen glared at her, "You always could!  I'm quite vexed with you,
young lady!  I've said nothing, but I'm not blind, and I'm not deaf, either.
Your sister hasn't been trying to see how many notches she could put in her
lipstick case.  How many have you had?  More important, how many have you
had twice?"

	Denise looked stricken.  Her reputation had led to her being a
watering hole for half the sports team members in the school, but she had
absolutely no prospects for a relationship of a serious nature.  'Dipping
Denise' was an initiation, or a rite of passage - not a step toward a
committed relationship.  And Denise liked sex - and variety - too much to be
able to put a stop to it.  She thought about flaring, but her mother had hit
her between the eyes, and her heart wasn't in it.  "I know I've got
problems, Momma.  Maybe we can talk about them sometime?"

	Helen's expression softened, "Certainly, Dear.  Any time.  What do
you think of Mandi's choice?"

	"Ricky?" Denise frowned, thinking.  "I guess he's OK, for a geek..."

	"If by that, you mean a young man of above average intelligence...
Well, you might want to reevaluate your current stable with that as a
criterion.  Rick has shown surprising strength of character, too - and
that's something you will come to value if you want to find help with your
current difficulties!"

	"Huh?"

	"Dear, any boy who would start a serious relationship with you would
have to 'wear the horns' that your promiscuity has generated - and it's
quite a rack, I'm told.  It's a rare boy that can stand that kind of abuse
from his peers.  You need to put this in front of other things when you look
for a boyfriend.  And you may not find it!"

	"Uh, Momma, I 'have needs'!  Geeks..."

	"...Come in all sizes.  I have needs, too, and I have 40 years'
experience at estimating the size of an erection.  Don't believe me?  Go
take a QUIET look at just what your sister managed to bring home!"

	Denise blinked, raised her eyebrows, and crept back upstairs.  When
she peered around the corner, she found...

	Things were moving into the final stages.  Mandi had a full flush of
arousal, and was moaning and gasping as Rick FINALLY took pity on her and
began sliding a finger between her labia, sliding over her clitoris in the
process.  Mandi had a death grip on Rick's rampant penis, and was slowly
jacking it.

       Denise took a good look - and was surprised to see 3 1/2 inches of
exposed flesh beyond Mandi's hand.  Eyes as big as saucers, she returned to
the kitchen. "Jesus!  Ricky's HUGE!  There must be 8 inches there!" she
exclaimed.  Then she turned, "I'm going back up!  They're gonna do it ANY
SECOND - and I want to watch!"

      "Denise!" Helen said sharply, "That's not nice!"

      "But Momma, I'm soaking wet!" Denise exclaimed.

      "Do you have ANY IDEA how hard it is for me to sit in this chair?"
Helen asked through clenched teeth.  Then the doorbell rang.

      Rick's finger was at home in Mandi's opening, and Mandi was slowly
hunching her pubic mound into his hand as it reached the opening at the
lower end of her slit.  He began allowing the finger to drive into her
vaginal opening at the lower end of the stroke, prompting Mandi to make
funny little "Oh!" sounds with a rising whine on the end as she hunched into
the stroke.   Rick leaned across Mandi's chest and captured her left nipple,
sucking, gently biting, and beating it up with his tongue, which caused an
impassioned "Uuuunnhhhh!" to erupt from her lips.  The sensations that
finger was generating were incredible, but Mandi knew that they were nothing
to those promised by the iron shaft with the silken head that she was
grasping in her right hand.  Soon, there was nothing to do but give in to
the mounting desire. "I've got to have you in me!" she gasped.

      Rick rolled over flat on his back, "I want you to control it, so I
don't hurt you any more than I have to, Sweetheart.  You ride on top!"

      Mandi rolled onto his midsection, and managed to get her quivering
legs under her.  She went out flat against his chest while she captured his
cock in her hand, directing into the soaking opening of her vagina.  She
rubbed it up and down between her inner lips, covering the tip with
lubricant and driving Rick nearly insane with the sensations, then poised it
at her entrance.  Hunching back, she pushed the ring of muscle at her
entrance over the engorged head of Rick's penis.  Both of them reveled at
the sensations.  Then she slowly shifted into an upright position, the
change in angle driving Rick's penis into her silken channel.

      For Rick, those initial sensations as he drove into that hot, wet,
clinging sheath eclipsed absolutely anything he had ever felt before.  It
was indescribable - and he couldn't POSSIBLY get enough.

      Mandi attained the vertical just as Rick's glans touched her hymen.
Already, the sensations of her impalement on that hot, silken steel spike
had exceeded expectation.  She held the position for a moment, allowing
herself to become used to the spike of flesh that promised to fill her
vaginal canal, nerving herself for that final, irrevocable step.  Then she
looked into his eyes, smiled, and lowered herself onto his belly.  The hymen
proved to be less of an issue than expected - it went almost painlessly,
only announcing it's demolition with a slight twinge.  Then Mandi's weight
drove Rick's penis into new territory, its girth spreading the walls of her
sheath before it until her pubic bone pressed firmly on his, capturing her
clitoris between them.  Mandi gave a little gasp, then sat there, slowly
grinding herself against Rick's pubic bone, allowing the walls of her vagina
to get used to the welcome intruder while extracting flashes of pleasure
from the abuse of her clitoris.

      Every motion took Rick to a place he'd never been before.  He was
afraid to move, for fear it would end and he would go insane.  Then Mandi
started to move upward, exposing his cock until only the glans was captured
by the ring of muscle at the entrance to her vaginal canal.  Just as he was
about to give voice to his disappointment at the removal, she again reversed
direction, re-impaling herself and providing them both with another
explosion of sensation.

      For Mandi, it was hard to decide which part of those first few slow
strokes was the best - the insertions or the withdrawals- but soon it became
evident that the primary purpose of the withdrawals was to provide the
ability to again fill her vaginal canal with hot flesh.  Inevitably, she
began to pick up speed, until they were moving with a steady rhythm - for
Rick, too, had started moving, matching her thrusts, driving himself into
her depths from below.  He reached up and again began to stimulate her
nipples, twisting them gently and rubbing her breasts with his palms.  Mandi
began breathing harshly through her nose, her eyes glazed as she began to
detect an overlayer to the existing exquisite sensation - the distant
stirrings of a massive climax, barely there, but intensifying rapidly.  "Oh
God!" she announced, the litany quickly running up the scale, repeated with
each stroke,
"ohgodohgodohgodohgodOhGodOhGodOhGodOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD...AIIIIEEEEEEE
EEEE!!!!!!"  The orgasm went from impending to actual with that banshee
wail, as Mandi stopped dead, muscles locked, and began to quiver, while a
massive series of fluttering pulsations erupted in her vagina.  Rick,
however, did NOT stop, and his continued thrusts allowed Mandi to continue
to spiral upward into the tornado of sensations.  For more than 30 seconds,
her climax caused her vagina to grasp Rick more and more tightly, until he
could no longer ignore is own impending orgasm.  Burying himself to the hilt
with a final massive thrust, he strained against her and erupted in cascade
after cascade of semen, mixing with her freely flowing secretions and
soaking both of them at the crotch.  Mandi collapsed onto his chest,
senseless, as Rick wrapped his arms around her and lay there, too wasted
from the intensity of their lovemaking to move.

      In the kitchen, Helen and Denise traded significant glances over the
heads of the newly arrived Bobby and Dina.  "Now THAT was fucking!" Denise
announced.

      "Cherries popping all over the place!" Dina grinned.

      "Dear, would you pass me the sugar from the cabinet?" Helen asked
Denise.

      Denise looked at her mother oddly.  Habitually, Helen would have
hopped up and bustled about the kitchen, offering her guests something to
eat or drink; right now, she was sitting rooted to the chair.  Denise
collected the sugar and took it over to her mother.  Moving in close, she
asked quietly, "What's wrong, Momma?"

      Helen grinned sheepishly as she whispered, "I'm soaked - right through
the housecoat!  I can't get up and let anyone see!"


      Denise grinned, "If I weren't standing up... I'll get them into
another room so you can change." She turned, "Let's go up and congratulate
the happy couple!"