Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 136
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 136
Another Monday

      "Annie!  Run - go get a shower, Punkin, before Robert changes his mind
and chains your ankles to the footboard!" Merry warned, raising her mouth from
Robert's morning hard on.  "That ass of yours is showing, and he's getting
that hungry look!"

      Ann Newton went from bleary-eyed to alert as she threw herself out of
bed and onto the floor.  "Oh, no!  Not again!  It's so sore - I'm not sure it
still works for its original purpose!"  Ann managed to get vertical, but she
was sore in several places; her adventures as Belle had given her a lot more
exercise than she was used to.  Robert had announced that she would be her own
woman again on wake-up, after a long evening in which all three slaves had
tried on various hardware and various positions in the basement while Robert
and young Rick had examined the dungeon-making book and measured and pondered.
Belle had been left alone, mostly, in favor of the other, less well-used
slaves - but she'd spent forty five minutes chained in the oddest positions
with various plugs and vibrators inserted in her, the others watching her rise
and fall through her orgasmic cycle while the males abused their other females
more directly.  She'd learned serious respect for vibrators; by the time she
was let loose, she had to be half-carried to bed.

      Robert watched Ann drag herself toward the bathroom, collecting the
travel case she'd brought and not even looked in since Saturday.  "She's going
to be pretty sore for the next couple of days."

      Merry raised her mouth off his erection to reply, "It's good sore.  If
she never returns, she'll remember this weekend fondly."  Eyeing him she
asked, "How do you want me to finish this, Master?"  He didn't have that
blowjob look, this morning...

      Robert grinned.  After the weekend, a blowjob just didn't get it. "Climb
on up and ride it - I need a dose of the real thing!"

      "Goody!"  Merry was getting good at them, but a blowjob didn't scratch
HER itch - which was getting regularly stronger with practice!  She hopped up
and straddled Robert's waist, raising up to wipe his glans along her already
dampening slit - blowjobs DID do THAT much for her - before settling upon it
to force it into her opening.

      Robert let her raise and lower herself upon it a few times to make sure
it was well-set and lubricated, then directed, "Okay, Merry - Post! We're
gonna trot!"  Merry took his meaning from context and raised herself a bit,
holding steady as Robert began pounding upward with a quick, driving rhythm
that slapped his lower belly against her crotch. This was going to be a
quickie - a high speed run to one orgasm for both of them, if she was lucky.
Robert wasn't eighteen; he couldn't maintain this!  Merry leaned forward a
bit, both to get a bit more impact on her clitoris and to treat Robert to the
motions her breasts made under the shocks.  As Robert's face began to suffuse,
she began to drive back, to get that small extra bit needed to bring her
there, too.  It worked; as Robert's face constricted and he uttered his
characteristic nearly- silent grunt of release, the image was obscured by the
wash of stars before her eyes.  Merry went limp and collapsed, allowing Robert
to empty into an unresisting, but clasping channel.

      Both spent a moment savoring the shockwaves, then Robert gently swatted
Merry on the ass.  "Run along and see to it that Ann doesn't collapse in the
shower or anything - we've all got to get to work!"  As Merry reluctantly
hopped off and turned for the door, he added, "And save me some hot water or
so help me, I'll find a whip..."  Merry grinned, wriggled her ass, and
pattered out.

      The events of Saturday night left some unusual groupings around the
school entrance on Monday morning.  Tim arrived with Dolores, having picked
her up at home.  As they settled onto the picnic table, Terry and Jackie
arrived, following a similar process.  Following that, however, things began
to alter a bit; Jimmy Hightower wandered up, Amy on his arm, nodded at Tim and
said to Terry, "Mind if we sit here?"

      "Nope," Terry shook his head, grinning.  At least some of Dina's work
seemed to have taken...  Amy and Jackie grinned at one another; there would be
girl talk, later.

      Bobby, Dina, Rick and Mandi arrived together, courtesy of Bobby's newly
renovated rust-bucket.  Dina eyed the new couple, but said nothing - she had
questions for Danny, first.  Still, Amy smiled sunnily, which said much.
Terry and Jimmy had begun discussing some physics problem, which was less than
interesting for Jackie and Amy, but both males seemed to be able to spare
enough attention to keep their hands moving on their women, and that seemed to
be enough.  Amy listened as Jackie began arguing with Dolores over whether her
top allowed her breasts to jiggle too much, grinning at the look that crossed
Tim's face every time Dolores produced a demonstration jiggle.

      Denise surfaced next, and Eddie, who had ridden with his brother and his
fiancée, appeared out of the woodwork to slide behind her as she confronted
her sister, "Hi, Sis."

      "Hi, Neesy.  Momma come home last night?" Mandi inquired.  A couple of
ears cocked at that; the implications were... interesting.

      "About eight," Denise nodded.  "That's a pretty good sized rock your dad
laid on her there, Big Brother!" she announced, grinning.  "Where'd he mine
that?"

      Eyes swung to Bobby, who was caught basically flat-footed.  Denise
grinned maliciously; seldom did a chance to outgun Bobby happen along... Bobby
made shift to frown, "Damned if I know - but your Momma's probably wearing my
inheritance on her finger!  We're probably both screwed out of college money,
now!"  Everybody laughed.  "And you!" Bobby rounded on Mandi, "You'd better
throw yourself on HIS tender mercies!" Bobby nodded at Rick, "We're broke!
Besides, it's you two's fault, anyway!"

      Mandi stuck out her tongue at Bobby, and turned to her sister, "So, what
did she say?"

      "She was flitting around all over the place, trying to figure out how
they were going to handle everything," Denise related.  "Bobby's dad wants us
to move in right away, and she's worrying about EVERYTHING!" She snickered.
"Apparently the old homestead will finance OUR college education quite nicely
- Momma figures she'll put it on the market.  I'm gonna end up with some room
that they've filled with junk!"  She eyed Jackie sidelong, "Unless, that is,
Bobby's big brother Mike moves out to play house with Jackie's mom..."

      All eyes swung to Jackie, who blushed crimson.  Bobby piled it on, "Poor
Mikey hobbled home last night all goo-goo eyed, and everything that came out
of his mouth was 'Missy this,' and 'Missy that'!  Looked like she'd sucked him
dry, too!  I thought Auntie - Momma - Helen was gonna have to spoon-feed him!"
Bobby produced an exaggerated leer, "Care to relate the other end of THAT
matchup?"  Jackie opened her mouth, but Terry beat her to the punch, "Well, if
things went on like the way they were when I was there yesterday morning, I'd
have to say that Jackie's mom's prudishness is dead and buried!  When we got
in from the hotel, she was floating from place to place, half naked, with that
freshly-..."

      "Terry!"  Jackie shushed him, "Well, you get the idea!  Sorta like her!"
She pointed to the girl who had slid onto the seat on Amy's right.

      Eyes shifted to Jackie's target, and several of their owners did double-
takes!  There sat Thelma, fresh-faced, and smiling, wearing a tube top over
bell-bottoms - an outfit that MAYBE Amy had seen her in, once! Thelma blushed
crimson, and Bobby finished the thought, "Yeah, freshly fucked!"

      There was a rumbling growl and Bobby put up his hands as Danny hove into
view, but Danny contented himself with the warning, sliding his arms around
Thelma's midriff, where she trapped them in place, her smile going beatific.

      "Unbelievable!" Bobby announced, shaking his head, murmuring to Dina.
"We do good work, Baby!"

      "Um," Dina agreed, "Speaking of which..."  But Danny shook his head, his
scowl warning Dina that this wasn't a good time to explain yesterday's phone
call.  Conversation drifted elsewhere.

      A few feet away, Draper Travis parked himself on the concrete edge of
the front steps, allowing Tenisha Porter to insert herself in the circle of
his arms.  He was still somewhat shocky over the events of the last couple of
days, but one thing was clear: the pleasant bundle of curves in his arms
considered herself his, and that was good enough for him. What that was gonna
do for the ol' gang wasn't clear...

      But the Nate Adams that wheeled up and got gingerly out of his car was a
different character from his experience.  First, he wasn't bouncing off the
walls as usual.  Girls that he usually would have 'favored' with his rap
cringed away, but were thoroughly ignored as Nate made his way toward Draper
and Tenisha.  Second, Nate's whole demeanor was tinged with a certain
diffidence.  He seemed... tentative.  "Hey, Draper, 'Nisha.  How'd it go for
y'all?"

      Draper glanced at Tenisha, then replied, dryly, "Things settled down
after while.  Thought 'Nisha's ol' man was gonna blow a gasket, but he cooled
down."

      "Cool."  Nate's eyes swept the vicinity anxiously, and his usual targets
braced to weather the delayed wash of his regard - but then his face cleared,
and moments later the reason became clear as Nora drifted into view,
approached Nate directly, and bussed him on the lips.

      "Hey, Honey," Nora crooned, wrapping arms around his neck, "Miss me?"

      "Shit, yeah!" Nate replied enthusiastically.  Tenisha caught the crowd's
surprise and her eyelids drooped.  "You're kidding me!" seemed to be the
universal sentiment.

      Fat Mary Nally wandered in behind Nora, which was somewhat of a surprise
for THIS group, especially since she apparently had the Frick kid in tow.
Draper eyed this development in some surprise, but, well, if Nora wanted to
drag her friends along, who gave a shit?  Frick wasn't big enough to hold his
own - nor was he female, for that matter, which gave Fat Mary an excuse; the
kid was gonna have problems, 'specially when Nate got around to slammin' him.
But then the REAL surprise came! Stick Williams slid into place behind Fat
Mary, wrapping his arms around her below her tits and offered, "Hey, Teddy,
takin' care o' our girl?"

      "Huh?" Nate and Draper chorused.  Nora and Tenisha just goggled, Nora
getting out, "What?"

      Mary grinned - for once, the center of attention - but the exchange was
between Teddy and Stick.  "Yeah," Teddy agreed, "But I'm glad you're here.
Tough getting introduced around here."

      Stick grinned and announced, "Teddy's okay.  He an' I are sharin' Mary -
'cause she's a lotta woman!"

      The guys didn't know exactly where to go with that, although the flick
of a glance and grin they shared said "She certainly is!" very clearly. Other
than that...

      Nora queried, "When did THIS all happen?"

      Mary shrugged and affected nonchalance, "Saturday night.  You know how
nervous Teddy can get left alone with me - afraid I'd eat him or something..."
Mary surfaced a catlike smile.  "Stick came up at loose ends, something about
losing his ride..."  Her eyes swept across Draper. "...so he offered to
chaperone.  One thing led to another, and Stick and Teddy switched jobs a
couple of times...  Eventually, we decided to all run together."

      Nate passed Stick a look that said, "You fuckin' her?"  Stick nodded,
and Nate shrugged.  Draper decided that actually, it simplified things -
everybody had pussy to distract them, so they didn't have to tear shit up.  If
Mary wanted a lapdog, an' Stick didn't care, well, Frick was harmless; maybe
he'd help Stick with his homework...  Certainly the three of them made an
interesting sandwich...  Draper's mind shied away from a couple of perfectly
accurate sexual combinations possible for the group; the others would do for
now - they were odd enough...

      Dina, examining her 'other project' from a distance, wasn't similarly
blinded.  This byproduct of her matchmaking surprised her, but she read the
more subtle indicators.  Obviously, Mary HAD had sex with both of them; she
was sharing the kind of intimate contact that said 'lover' equally with the
pair.  The other, more subtle indicator was more interesting: the boys weren't
acting wary of one another.  Not only were they not visibly competing with one
another for Mary's attention, but they appeared to be unusually comfortable
with one another; they were not displaying the usual level of male homophobia
- exacerbated by racial differences - that Dina expected to see.  They weren't
going out of their way to touch one another, but they weren't bothering with
avoidance, either.  That Teddy might have homosexual leanings was not a novel
theory to Dina; she was pretty sure of him - in fact, she was a bit surprised
that he'd done Mary!  Stick, however, was a surprise; she wondered how far it
went...

      "That's some interesting fallout," Bobby observed, his eyes drawn to the
target of Dina's observation.  Dina wondered distantly whether Bobby was blind
to the undercurrents...

      But the starting bell rang, and the groups had half a dozen separate
places to be, so they somewhat reluctantly separated and got on with their
lives...