Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 127
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: 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 127
Finally!

      Having rescued Dolores and Tim from their near-failure, Dina led Bobby
back into their bedroom.  "Finally!" she sighed, "I don't think I can put up
with any more uproar!"

      Bobby grinned.  "Are we gonna go to sleep, then?" he asked,
rhetorically.

      "No, Lover," Dina replied as she leaped onto the bed, her face a mask
of self satisfaction, "You're gonna do the dirty deed!"

      "Now?"  The fact that he'd been waiting all evening didn't free Bobby
from a certain amount of performance anxiety.  The rescue of Tina and
Dolores had put his preparatory work with Dina right out the window, and he
had the other couple's example before him as an object lesson in the value
of proper preparation.

      "Well, as soon as we can get going good..." Dina smiled lazily and
waved him into a position next to her, so that they could kiss and fondle
one another.  Bobby relaxed a bit, and the next fifteen minutes was highly
productive in terms of arousal.  Finally, Bobby raised up from a lengthy
kiss so that both of them could pant unimpeded, Dina's hand around his
erection jacking his foreskin back and forth every bit as exciting as she
was finding the two fingers Bobby had buried in her tight little clam.

      "You ready?" Bobby panted.  The question was largely rhetorical, given
the way Dina's hips were rolling around his embedded fingers.

      "Umm hmmm," she moaned, but didn't change position.

      "How do you, um, want it?" Bobby asked.  "I can lay on my back..."

      "Uh uh," Dina replied, "We're gonna do it missionary style!  I'm not
squatting on your cock - you're gonna take my cherry the hard way!"

      "Um, okay," Bobby mumbled weakly, "You want to get a warmup cum first?
I'm pretty close..."

      Dina fixed him with a look, "No, Lover, we both know you're good for
more than one cum.  I want you to 'drive through'!"

      "Huh?" Bobby objected faintly, "What do you mean?"

      Dina held his eyes.  "Just keep stroking.  You know you can.  I know
you can.  Just do it!"  She tugged at him, "Now!"

      Fear took some of the edge off Bobby as he rolled atop her and she
used her grip on his erection to position him at her opening, but he was
STILL tremendously excited.  He knelt up and carefully maneuvered his glans
into the tight ring of muscle at Dina's opening.  The grip threatened to set
him off before he ever reached her virginity, it was so tight, hot, and wet.
It was Heaven!

      Dina's reaction was a bit more mixed, but no less intense.  Bobby's
prod was an incredible mix of agonizing and intoxicating, the sensations
mixed up in a mind-blowing cocktail.  Dina couldn't hold still!  Bobby
stopped when his glans was fully through the opening, banging on the door of
her maidenhead, trying to give her a respite - but Dina wasn't having any!
"Now, Lover, Now"! she screeched, trying to drive herself deeper.  She had
to have MORE!

      Bobby pulled back a bit to get a run at it - not enough to clear the
ring of her opening, or even pull the rim of his glans back through, just
using the elasticity of her tunnel.  Dina backed off, too, adding to the
stretching action, then, as if by mutual agreement, they flashed toward each
other!

      Dina's hymen had no chance, but it let her know there had been a
fight, delivering a stinging twinge as Bobby's cock crashed through.
"Aauuggh!" she grunted, reaching out to hold him in place.  But Bobby was
deep into new territory, more than half inserted - he was more than willing
to hold still for a bit while he got control over the inputs from his
sensitive wand.

      Bobby forced a pulsation of his shaft, flexing the muscle, and Dina
gasped.  It was good!  She lifted her pelvis, simultaneously releasing Bobby
to continue.  Her effort drove him deeper, to both of their joy, and
withdrawal deepened the pleasure for both of them, despite the residual
twinge.  In fact, the pain was an overtone to Dina's pleasure, that nagging,
maddening itch that DEMANDED scratching!  Bobby's return was given a jet-
assist as Dina drove her hips upward to meet him, burying his shaft to the
hilt, his wiry pubes crushed between their pubic bones with her clitoris.

      Bobby held himself in place, buried, in an effort to allow Dina a
chance to adjust - but Dina almost immediately undermined it, rolling her
hips and lowering her pelvis.  Bobby went with the flow, withdrawing a few
inches, then sliding forward again into Dina's tight depths.  Dina's face
reddened and her nostrils distended as she began taking air in snorts like a
filly in the final stretch at the racetrack.  But SHE was only getting
started!  Bobby got in five strokes, moving with increasing confidence,
while Dina threw herself against him, burying him deep with each stroke,
"There!  Uuuh!  Yesss!  Aaahh!  Now!" Dina urged Bobby to further effort as
the waves surged higher and higher.  Then the imperative reached a trigger
level, and Dina switched modes.

      All Hell broke loose!  The next thirty minutes was the wildest in
either of their young lives.  Dina became a dervish, a dynamo, driving the
coupling from below more often than not!  She would subside, and Bobby would
get in a few strokes, but then the waves would crest and Dina would take
matters into her own hands, chasing that next delicious climax, bucking and
thrashing.  During these periods, Bobby had all he could do to hang on,
never mind stroke!  He concentrated on staying in the saddle as Dina bucked
and thrashed, driving herself against him, babbling and screaming, panting
and blowing while her legs kicked and her pelvis ground against his!  Dina
couldn't be kissed, couldn't be caressed - Bobby needed both hands for
balance and to wrap around her shoulders for balance and to give her a
stable platform to thrust against!  Dina's cycle would last for a minute and
a half to two minutes, her moans and pants music to his ears as she gasped
endearments and encouragement, her voice tracing her progress toward climax,
"Yeah!  There!  Oooh!  God!  Love!  So good!  Baby!  Ah!  Uhh!  Now!  Now!
NOW!  BAHBEEE!!"  Orgasm would take her, and she would scream at the top of
her lungs, rigid, her pelvis grinding a bruise into his while her orgasm
consumed her consciousness, then she would lie relatively quiescent for a
few seconds, panting, but urging Bobby to continue with gentle tugs and
touches on his back and legs wrapped behind his knees, pulling him in.
Bobby would get in a few stable strokes, and the roller coaster ride would
start again, Dina taking the initiative away...

      The second time Dina arched in climax, Bobby did, too, pouring his
seed into her in a flood.  The collapse afterward was the closest they came
to a halt, Bobby only moving millimetrically as he savored the sensations of
her tight channel on his overloaded nervous system.  But move he did, and in
a moment Dina began rolling her hips.  In less than a minute, the race was
again on!

      After his first orgasm, Bobby had no problem controlling things for
several minutes.  Dina's wild thrashing ensured that no two strokes were the
same; getting the steady rhythm that would allow him to maximize his
pleasure and rush to climax was completely impossible!  But there was plenty
of stimulation, nonetheless, and Dina's response pattern did wonders for
Bobby's ego; he wasn't complaining!  It was a good fifteen minutes before
Dina developed a hip snap that brought sudden urgency to Bobby; when he
stiffened and blew, she was still on the upslope to her next climax.  It
arrived quickly and it was a BIG one, long, hard, powerful, evidently as a
result of the feel of his hose pulsing and squirting in her.  Bobby,
perforce, scrambled to maintain, granting her the pleasure he might have had
while he concentrated upon being there, available to support her climb.

      After that, control was even easier.  Bobby began to worry about his
ability to stay erect as the marathon continued; the stimulation was
exquisite, but he'd cum three times already tonight...  Finally, however,
entropy won the day.  Dina's runs to orgasm got shorter and weaker, and the
quiescent periods got longer, to the point that, finally, Bobby got in a
string of twenty or thirty strokes with Dina rising to a more or less gentle
completion just as his dam burst.  Bobby collapsed, spent, his organ's
rigidity gone with the final pulse of his climax.  Dina, discovering
belatedly that she no longer had a piston for her grasping cylinder, relaxed
- and slipped almost instantly into unconsciousness as exhaustion overrode
her imperative to seek another climax.  Bobby struggled up, got one eye on
the bedside clock (which read twenty to four) and followed her into
unconsciousness.