Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 029
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 mF 1st oral inc

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 29
Tuesday Afternoon:  Boot Camp

	Rick connected with Bobby over lunch, and 'invited' him to go to
Mandi's with him.  Mandi went home separately to prepare the way and to
provide privacy for 'guy talk'.  As they sauntered along, Rick started
softening Bobby up, "So, when are you and Dina gonna do it?"

	Bobby went white.  "Uh, everybody else thinks we already have..."

	Rick skewered him with a stare, "I know better.  But I also know
that it may happen.  My concern here is that if you do it, it gets done
right!  Have you done it before?"

	Bobby knew better than to bluff. "No.  We've been real close,
but..."

	"...You embarrassed yourself.  Blew your wad all over!"

	"How did you know!!???"  Bobby was pissed.  Dina had told on him!

	Rick grinned.  "I didn't - you just told me!"

	"Awwww!!!"  Bobby fumed.

	Rick continued, "That's what I want to avoid.  I want Dina's first
time to be as good as possible - for both of you.  For that reason, I'm
looking to get YOU some experience!"

	"What?"  Bobby was nonplussed.  "What did you say?"

	"I'm trying to organize some training for you, so you're familiar
with the process and your responses, and can control yourself on the big
night!"

	"Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you talking about arranging for
me to get laid?"

	"Yeah.  But beggars can't be choosers.  If I set up the situation,
will you take advantage of it, no matter WHO is on the other end?" Rick
pressed.

	Bobby looked suspicious.  "There's a catch buried in here,
somewhere..."

	"Not really - I'm just letting you know that if I arrange for you to
familiarize yourself with pussy, the trainer won't resemble Dina.  Oh, and
it's NOT Mandi - I'm not passing her around, whether I can get away with it
or not.  The purpose of the exercise will be for you to learn to control
yourself while getting your dick wet.  Got it?"

	"Okay, I'm game."  Bobby's brain was running in overdrive, trying to
figure out how Rick suddenly had access to sharable pussy - why was pretty
clear.  If he had this stuff all along, how come HE was a virgin last
Sunday?  He shrugged and put it away as they turned up the walk at the
Giannelli's.

      Helen met them at the door, wearing a wraparound dress that was
wrapped much more loosely than would have been considered normal.  The loose
fit turned a more or less modest neckline into something that plunged
halfway to her navel.  Bobby took in an eyeful.  He had not failed to notice
Helen on Sunday, but in the company of Dina... Today, however, she was much
more exposed than she had been on Sunday, despite the fact that then she had
been in a housecoat, and now she was in a dress.  Helen caught the look and
smiled to herself, ensuring that he supplemented it with a picture of the
underside of her left breast through the armhole of the loose dress as she
waved them in.  "Mandi will be down in a moment."  As she moved off, Rick
examined the short skirt and decided that it had been deliberately altered
for brevity.  He smiled to himself.  Helen was playing for keeps; Bobby was
as good as hooked.

      Bobby was totally distracted, thinking, 'For a big bitch, Mandi's mom
is one racy number!  Does she run around like that all the time?  Maybe I
should invite myself over a few times...'

      Mandi came downstairs in a halter and what looked like pajama bottoms
- loose ones, at that.  Rick motioned Bobby to the couch, and sat down in
the loveseat opposite, saying, "I've got to make some calls," and winking.
Rick picked up the phone, and pretended to make a call.  While he sat there,
pretending the phone was ringing, Mandi snuggled up, and he wrapped his arm
around her shoulders and began playing with her right nipple, through the
thin top.  After a few seconds, Rick pretended that he got someone, "Hi!  Is
Tina there?  OK.  Can I leave a message?  OK. Later."  During this
fictitious conversation, Mandi smiled, and reached up, lifting the neck of
the halter over her head, dropping it down in front and exposing her
breasts.  She then adjusted Rick's hand so that he had unimpeded access to
her right nipple.  She totally ignored Bobby - but the reverse wasn't true!
Bobby's eyes nearly burst out of their sockets!  'Holy Shit!  He's got HER
trained!' Bobby thought.  He watched Rick fondle Mandi's breast, getting an
eyeful as the nipple elongated and the areole crinkled.  Mandi's shoulders
began to flush, and she settled against Rick, opening her legs.  This
allowed a rather poor view of her pussy via the leg of her pajama bottoms -
but it WAS a view.  Bobby was rock hard.  Mandi then upped the ante by
unzipping Rick's jeans and fishing out his cock.

      Off to one side, Helen hovered just inside the kitchen doorway, where
she could see Mandi and Rick clearly, and Bobby via a strategically placed
mirror - but Bobby couldn't see her.  She was virtually drooling as she
watched Rick's cock disappear between Mandi's lips.  She became rapidly wet,
too, and decided that it was time for the next act.  Scooping up a tray of
snacks, she swayed into the living room placing herself just to the right of
the clear line of sight between Bobby and the couple on the loveseat.  Then
she spread her feet shoulder width apart and bent fully from the waist,
presenting the tray very low so as not to obscure the view provided.  The
effect was everything she could have hoped for: she collected Bobby's
attention, then riveted it.  When she bent forward, the loose wraparound
dress gaped twice, once above and once below the waist.  Her giant breasts
were exposed fully from shoulder to elongated nipple, hanging there,
pendant, above the gap in the skirt that exposed her furry mound.  "Care for
a snack?" she asked, throatily.

      Bobby was already beside himself when Helen arrived.  The view down
her dress nearly stopped his heart.  Once he had laid eyes on those huge
hooters, nothing in the world could have stopped him from responding to the
challenge in Helen's eyes reaching down her open top to touch them.  Bobby
reached first one hand, and then both into Helen's top, cradling the masses
of flesh and squeezing the nipples between two fingers.  He was absolutely
mesmerized.

      Now it was Rick and Mandi's turn to settle back and enjoy the show.
Mandi stopped sucking Rick's cock so that she could watch, maintaining the
sensations by gently jacking it.

      Helen one-handed the tray out of the way with her left hand, it having
served its purpose, then reached up and undid the tie around her waist
holding the dress closed.  The dress gaped open, leaving her in total
frontal nudity.  She then reached around and, placing her hand on the back
of Bobby's head, drew him to her chest.  For his part, Bobby was all too
willing.  There was a lot of woman here, at very close range - and he was
intent on experiencing it all!  Helen reached into Bobby's lap and purred,
"C'mon Baby - we're gonna fuck!"  She let him distract himself with her huge
breasts while she worked his zipper, then pulled his jeans down over his
knees.

      Bobby lifted himself in the seat without releasing those miraculous
breasts, then resumed his seat on the edge of the couch.  Helen reveled in
the feel of his adolescent cock, jacking it softly.  As she bent to take it
between her lips, Bobby locked eyes with a grinning Rick. "You tricked me!"

	"You're complaining?" Rick replied, as Bobby gasped, shuddered, and
his eyes unfocused to the sensation of Helen's mouth closing over the head
of his penis.  Helen barely got the thing to the back of her throat before
Bobby said "WAAAAAAHHH!", went stiff as a board, and began pouring semen
down her throat.  "I thought not," said Rick quietly, smiling.

	Bobby recovered, mortally embarrassed - but Helen wasn't going to
let him off the hook so quickly.  "We're not done yet!" she announced.  "Do
you eat pussy?"  At Bobby's wordless nod, she declared, "Then its 69 time!"
She tugged Bobby to the floor, arranging him in a supine position, then
settled her shanks over his face, gently, and bent to resume fellating him.
The taste of man-cum in her mouth was ambrosia, and she wanted more.

	Like everything else on her, Helen's gash was huge - but it smelled
good, and Bobby lost no time testing the taste.  He ran his tongue up from
her clitoral hood to her perineum; a flat laving that opened her labia and
exposed the wet, pink flesh beneath.  When he had repeated this action three
times, he plunged his tongue into her exposed vaginal opening.   Helen
raised up off his penis and exclaimed "OOOO! You DO know what you're doing!"
and went back to work on his erection with renewed vigor.  This was only an
appetizer, however, and was not allowed to last long.  Bobby never quite
lost the erection he started with, so it took very little effort to make him
again rock hard.  Helen popped up, rotated 180 degrees to face him, and
draped her spittle-soaked labia over his erection.  She looked deep into
Bobby's eyes, smiled, and began to impale herself.

	Bobby, remembering why he was there, struggled for control in the
cascade of incredible sensations.  Helen was tight despite her age and the
size of the external interface!  She hadn't had manflesh in years, and dildo
exercises hadn't ruined her.  Bobby managed to succeed - but Helen didn't.
Her eyes rolled up, she began to shake, and she screamed "Cuuuummmmming!" at
the top of her lungs, then went wild atop him, thrashing about with a fine
lack of coordination.  Mandi picked that moment to settle onto Rick's
erection, and the mother and daughter locked eyes as Helen's resumed focus.
Rick grinned tightly at Bobby, and, despite the fact that both males were on
the bottom, they began to drive.  The girls endured this for about 90
seconds, then both dropped forward so that they could be attacked doggy-
style, and began kissing each other.  Rick managed to stay sheathed during
the maneuver, but Bobby had too far to go.  It took mere moments, however,
for him to make the adjustment and re-plunge into Helen's dripping pussy,
eliciting a happy moan.  At that point, the males began long-stroking,
pulling their cocks almost all of the way out and driving them to the hilt
at a moderate pace designed to extend everyone's pleasure.  It took Helen
about 3 1/2 minutes to rear up, grabbing Mandi's shoulders, and scream her
orgasm into her mouth while Mandi held her in place to keep her back from
arching and displacing Bobby's penis.  Helen returned the favor for Mandi 3
minutes later.

	Meanwhile, the males had made a silent pact to ensure two more
orgasms in their partners, and were grimly holding on, maintaining the
stimulation while holding off their own climaxes.  Bobby was extremely proud
of himself - he was doing quite well.  Rick, on the other hand, was laboring
to maintain his aplomb due to the fact that he hadn't had a blow job to take
the edge off.  Nonetheless, Mandi beat Helen to a second climax (Helen's
third) by about 20 seconds, and Rick managed to hang on until her vagina's
milking action proved too intense.  Seconds later, Bobby dropped his first
load in a female vagina as the contractions from Helen's climax wrung his
penis unmercifully.  The women collapsed forward, the men atop them, still
buried in sweet meat.  After a moment, Bobby rose up on his arms, and
declared, "Wow! That was incredible!"  Rick nodded, while the women sighed a
contented "Mmmmm hmmmm!" in unplanned unison.

	Later, as Rick and Bobby prepared to leave, Helen admonished Bobby,
"You did a fine job - but we want to make sure you're ready!  Come back
Thursday, and we'll go through a couple more positions!"  Bobby nodded.
Oddly, he hadn't said anything gauche the entire visit!  Helen gave him a
big kiss and pushed him out the door.