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Chapter 123.
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 123
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 123
Some minor adjustments
Dina and Bobby were quietly caressing one another in the aftermath of
their oral encounter when a sound coming through the open door caught Dina's
attention. "Shh!" Dina held up a finger. "Hear that?"
"What?" Whatever it was, it hadn't attracted Bobby's attention, which
was mostly absorbed in moving two fingers in and out of Dina's vagina. He
stopped, mildly irritated.
The sound repeated itself. "That!" Dina replied. "What did that
sound like to you?"
Bobby mentally processed the signal. "Didn't sound happy. Dolores?
Shit, if ANYBODY here should be happy..."
Dina eyed him. "Why, because Tim has a horse cock? Has it occurred
to you that this means that a virgin is taking meat that ought to be the
graduation exercise for a 42nd street hooker?" She tossed off the sheet and
sat up. "We'd best go take a look."
Dina's theory as to the nature of the problem was on target. Dolores
was nearly hysterical. She and Tim had departed the sitting room hot and
bothered, and she thought she was ready, so she had laid down, spread out,
and invited Tim in right away - but hot and wet is not dilated, and she was
nowhere near ready to take Tim's massive probe. There ensued a period where
the pair made multiple attempts to force it to fit; after each attempt,
frustration and fear made things worse, not better, as tension and
nervousness dried and tightened Dolores up. Dina found Dolores sobbing
hysterically, and Tim hunkered down, mindlessly trying to force his
monstrous cock into her tiny chute, grunting, "It's GOTTA fit! They ALL
do!"
Dina acted immediately, whacking Tim on the shoulder. "Timmy! Hold
up for a second!"
Tim whirled, uncharacteristically enraged, "What the--?" Then his
eyes cleared, "Dina?"
"Timmy, she's as tight as a drum! You two didn't prepare the road
properly, did you?" Dina accused.
Tim shrugged, "She thought..."
"Well, she wasn't, obviously," Dina rode right over Tim's excuses.
"But we'll get her there. It'll be more difficult, now, though..." She
pointed imperiously at Dolores' pussy, "Start munching! Dolores needs to
relax and get happy! Handle it!"
Tim blinked, nodded agreement, and knelt between Dolores' legs,
cupping an asscheek in each hand, then went to work with his tongue.
Dolores sniffled piteously, "Oh, Dina! I screwed up! Now I'm all..."
But Tim's tongue work was already starting to show results, so she never
finished the sentence.
"You sure did!" Dina agreed, "But don't worry - Mama fix!" Dolores
nodded, her eyes distant as Tim's efforts bore fruit. Dolores' mound was
familiar territory to Tim's tongue; he knew EXACTLY what he was doing! Dina
turned to where Bobby was lounging in the door, "Bobby, there is a bottle of
lube in my bag - would you get it?" She regarded Tim's exposed equipment
thoughtfully for a moment. "Why don't you just bring the whole bag?"
"Ok." Bobby reached down and collected it, bringing it in and sitting
it on the recliner at Dina's left.
Dina dug in the bag and surfaced a bottle of water-based lubricant.
"Here we go!" She approached Tim, "How's she doing? Getting wet yet?"
"Some," Tim allowed, pausing to deliver another tongue swipe before
continuing, "Some's spit."
Dina nodded. "Okay. Concentrate up above until she gets one. That
will relax her for Phase Two."
Tim concentrated on Dolores' clitoris, and soon cinnamon brown limbs
were thrashing all over the place as passionate moans replaced sobs. "Oh,
Sugar! There! Yes! Oh, Baby! Oh! Oh!" Dolores clutched Tim's head and
shook like a leaf, spasming.
Tim disengaged a moment, grinning, "Wet now!"
Dina pushed his head back down. "Keep going! Gimme your hand!" Tim
stuck out his right hand, and Dina poured lube on his index finger. "Know
what to do with that?" Tim nodded, slurping. "Take it easy, then, but see
to it that she gets the full benefit." The mix of Dolores' fluids and the
lube made insertion simple, and Tim began slowly pumping the finger in and
out of Dolores' tight opening. Before long, Dolores' hips started to roll
and Tim's finger was making squishy noises as the combination of Dolores'
juices and the lube made her tunnel swampy. Dina nodded approval. "That's
better. Let's give her a longer finger!" Tim eyed her, divining that she
wanted to lube his hand again, so he backed it out, presenting the fingers
for Dina to anoint. Dina drizzled lube on Tim's middle finger, and he
gently put it to work.
"Oooohhhh!" Dolores' eyes rolled. "Oh, Sugar! OH, SUGAR!" She
started rocking her pelvis toward the driving finger.
Dina patted her shoulder, grinning. "That better, Honey?" Dolores
gave a big, wide-eyed nod, gasping. Dina tapped Tim on the shoulder. "Give
her both of 'em, Timmy." She stepped back, eyeing the pair, and frowned.
"Shit." She pondered a moment, shrugged, and began digging in her bag.
Coming up with a pill bottle, she extracted a pill, then stepped forward,
putting herself in the couple's line of sight. "Timmy, that things got to
come off - it's nothing but trouble!" Her pointing finger indicated the
rubber he had managed to squeeze into.
Tim frowned and disengaged from Dolores' labia to talk. "But what
about..."
Dina held up the pill, forestalling him. "Morning after pill.
Dolores pops this with breakfast, and everything's cool!" The couple locked
eyes, and Dolores nodded, relaxing. Dina circled behind Tim, murmuring,
"I'll get it off..." Gingerly, she worked to extract Tim's cock from its
restrictive containment. Tim twitched and cringed as the latex caught on
his pubic hair, then sighed in relief as it popped off. "Goddamned thing
was killing me!" he mumbled, muffled by Dolores' mons.
"They're not exactly the slickest thing, either," Dina observed.
"Give her both of 'em, Timmy!"
"Um," Tim announced, then nodded toward where his finger was pumping
in and out of Dolores. A quick glance made the reason obvious; blood mixed
with the lubricants at Dolores' opening.
Dina shrugged. "One less obstacle," she announced phlegmatically.
Tim inserted the second finger alongside the first, and Dolores
handled it without complaint, her hips rolling as she drove her pelvis onto
them. Dina mimed a corkscrew motion to Tim, and he picked it up. Dolores
moaned. Dina leaned up to Tim and whispered, "Give her three..." Tim
started working in the third finger - it turned out that it wasn't dry,
anyway... Dina squirted some more lube on her palm, and murmured, "Timmy, I
know that this is kind of familiar, but..." and she reached out to apply the
lube to the shaft of his swollen cock.
"Mmmmph!" Tim gasped. The sensations of Dina's slippery hand moving
over his cock more than made up for the discomfort of rubber removal. Tim's
cock solidified. Dina leaned up and whispered, "Slide a finger in her ass,
then while she's distracted..."
Tim did as he was told. The slippery digit made short work of
Dolores' sphincter, given the amount of lubricant that had trickled over the
rubbery ring. Dolores' eyes widened, and she gasped, "Oooooooo!" lifting
her hips. Tim rose over her and laid his glans against her opening. By the
ttime her attention shifted from her violated anus, his glans was in, and he
had pushed a third of is length into her undefended vagina. Lube continued
copious, so after a short withdrawal, Tim drove forward again. "Oh, God!"
Dolores shrieked, and Tim stopped dead. "You okay, Baby?" he husked,
concerned despite the waves of pleasure her gripping channel was imparting.
"Yessssss," she hissed, "Keep it coming, pleeeeease!" Dolores crossed
her ankles behind Tim's knees and urged him forward with her whole body.
The pair began to rock back and forth, becoming one organism, intent upon
finding pleasure.
Dina looked on in approval. Turning to Bobby, she announced, "Our
work here is done. Take me to bed, Lover!" Grabbing the bag, she trooped
out of the room, Dolores' screamed "Oh, SUGAR, Oh GAWD, AIIIIEEEEEE!!!!"
only muffled by the closing of the door behind Bobby.
Bobby chuckled as the pair crossed the sitting room. "Good thing you
had that pill..."
"Oh, yeah, that reminds me," Dina returned the chuckle. "Dolores has
to go home with me - ibuprofen isn't going to keep her from getting
pregnant!"
"Jeezus!" Bobby exclaimed, "Then..."
"I've got the right pills at home," Dina confided. "Tomorrow, we can
break the news, and I'll take Dolores home and see she gets one. I just
didn't have any with me, and the rubber thing just wasn't going to get it!
I just told a little white lie to make them comfortable while they got past
the hard parts..."
"Ho, ho, ho!" Bobby shook his head, "You're scary, Pretty Tits!"
"Well," Dina grinned, "I DO have a reputation to uphold!"
Having gotten beyond their impasse. Tim and Dolores were hard at it.
Tim still wasn't completely buried (and he wouldn't get that way, tonight -
Dolores would require a 'break-in' period to stretch her canal the
additional two inches required to accommodate him), but Dolores' tight, wet
sheath was provinding more than adequate stimulation. As for Dolores, she
was already past her first penetration-inspired orgasm, and was racing
toward her second, aided by the bright flashes that accompanied the impact
of Tim's spongy cock head against her cervix. Dolores' eyes shone, and the
bright smile that accompanied her gasped endearments would have been enough
to bring Tim to climax WITHOUT the joys he was finding in the grasp of her
hot, wet box. "C'mon, Sugar...Just like that! Oh, yeah! Mmmm! My Sugar!
My Love! All yours! Ohhhh! OOOOHHHH! UUUUUHHHH!" Dolores surged,
arching her back, her eyes glassy for the space of three or four strokes,
then she was back, rubbing his back and throwing herself at his lengthy
invader. Tim, realizing that she didn't WANT him to stop, didn't - he
maintained a metronomic pace, driving steadily in and out while his lover
rose and fell on her orgasmic cycle. He managed, somehow, to hold out for
ten minutes, but youth and need won the day, and as Dolores arched herself
in the final stages of her fifth climax, Tim lost it, driving deep and
blasting huge wads of semen against her cervix. This additional stimulation
provided a jet-assist to Dolores' climax, kicking her well beyond previous
experience, and she clung to her brawny lover, screaming lustily as the
waves coursed through her.
"Oohh, Baby! Damn!" Tim had been silent, during the act, only the
sound of his labored breathing revealing his effort, but now, as he
supported himself on his elbows, barely in contact with his lovers smooth
cinnamon torso, he released his feelings in those few emotionally freighted
words.
Dolores had long since realized that Tim was not the love sonnet type.
Tim expressed his love by demonstration, and right now, that demonstration
was present in the way he held himself above her on shaky arms rather than
collapsing in exhaustion across her, perhaps crushing her under his weight.
He seemed to think she was fragile... What she needed to do about it was
obvious: She reached up and dragged him down onto her, forcing the
collapse, kissing and squeezing his hard, muscular body while babbling
endearments in his ear, "Oh, Sugar, I love you SO much! I love the feel of
your big ole cock inside me and I'm gonna wear you out EVERY NIGHT - it
feels so wonderful! I wanna spend the rest of my life cuddled up to you
just like this..."
Tim buried his head in her shoulder to hide them, but Dolores detected
the tears on her neck. She didn't have to ask why; the accompanying bear
hug said that they were a pair of wet "I love you"s. She smiled happily and
nuzzled his neck. All was right with the world - except she wanted a second
go around! Maybe if she rode on top...
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