Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 013
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

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 13
The Second Act

	Mandi came to herself with strong arms wrapped around her, lips
nuzzling her neck, a pleasant lassitude as her body recovered, and a
pleasing sense of fullness in her pussy.  Her eyes popped open.  Rick was
still hard!  Concerned, she asked "Love, didn't you cum?"

	"Buckets!" Rick replied, "Gallons!  We're soaked!"

	"But you're still hard!"

	"Can't help it - you feel wonderful!  In fact..." Rick wrested her
over and rolled atop her, still firmly imbedded, "I'm going to get me some
more!"  He began slowly stroking into Mandi's depths from the classic
'missionary' position.  Mandi discovered that she was not THAT tired, and
that one of the effects of her previous orgasm was that she got onto the
orgasm express at the fourth floor rather than the lobby.  In no time, she
was gasping and moaning, and rubbing Rick's flanks as he pounded his turgid
rod into her.  Since he was operating from above, Rick was able to adopt a
long smooth stroke unattainable from the bottom.  Mandi began to surge up to
meet him, wringing extra pleasure from the depth of penetration and burying
her fully distended clitoris in his pubic hair.  After a couple of minutes
of this, both were flushed and panting heavily, staring into each other's
wide eyes.  Rick levered himself up to a vertical position in order to free
his hands from support duties and to allow him to attack her breasts.  There
were early problems with the modified stroke, but Mandi brought her knees
up, and Rick leaned into them. This restored the effects of the clitoral
impacts, and provided Rick the support he needed.  The added stimulation
from the breast fondling kicked in the afterburner on Mandi's climb to
orgasm, and she began to get vocal again, making a funny little questioning
"Oh?" sound on every inward stroke.  After a couple of minutes, she suddenly
arched up off the bed, locking up in an apparent effort to get as much of
Rick as possible.  Almost immediately, however, Rick detected that Mandi was
losing the crest of the wave.  He adapted, altering his rhythm to deliver a
series of punishing, triphammer strokes that reinstated the clitoral
stimulation that Mandi had lost when she locked up.  Mandi's response
firmed, and the yelps got louder.  Encouraged, Rick continued the
punishment, driving through to her pelvis, while teasing and squeezing her
nipples.  The result:  thirty seconds later, Mandi arched even higher,
literally lifting her shoulders off the bed so that the only points of
contact were her feet and the back of her head.  The yelps died, replaced by
a high, raspy keening which was all that could escape her locked throat
muscles, and her vagina clamped down on Rick's penis in a continuous series
of grasping, sucking contractions.  Rick continued to stroke, timing his
withdrawal to coincide with the tightest clasping of Mandi's vagina, and
managed to hold his own through 30 seconds of long, slow contractions, when
suddenly Mandi's pussy began a rapid, milking ripple.  Rick lost it,
throwing his head back and screaming, "AAAAAAAAAggghhhhh!!!" as he buried
himself to the hilt one last time, and began shooting powerful streams of
cum, each triggered by one of Mandi's milking contractions.  Eventually,
Mandi collapsed, and Rick rocked forward, collapsing across her nude body,
both of them thoroughly spent.  Mandi began to shiver, and Rick, concerned
that she might be chilled, rolled off her, collected the bedclothes, and
pulled them up to cover the pair of them, just as a smattering of applause
and catcalls sounded from the open doorway.