Chapter 12
The Main Event

Rick, only momentarily distracted by Denise's entrance, began again mauling Mandi's left breast. After a few moments, he broke their most recent kiss and latched onto the distended nipple, sucking the whole end of the mound into his mouth and whirling his tongue around the nipple. Mandi grabbed his head, holding it in place, and said "Ummmmmm..." Suddenly, her legs could NOT be still as the embers between them relit. Rick could feel the building tension, and smiled to himself around the mouthful. He set his right hand off on a slow, tickling meander whose ultimate target would be Mandi's vulva.

Denise threw a short nightie over her near nakedness, flopped on her bed, and grabbed the phone.

At the Nellis home, Dina's phone began to ring. Dina struggled up groggily and grabbed the thing. "H'lo?"

"Dina! Get over here!" came from the earpiece.

"Denise, its 8:50 in the morning! What in the Hell could be that important!"

"Listen to this!" Denise took the phone across the hall and stuck the receiver into Mandi's room, just as Mandi let out with an impassioned "Oh GOD! Pinch the other one! Please!"

Denise brought the receiver to her ear "What do you think of that?"

"Sounds like Mandi's getting her ashes hauled!" Dina said, thinking 'Ricky's not going to like that...'

"Well, the ash hauler is YOUR BROTHER RICKY!"

Dina sat bolt upright "No shit!" She hopped up and ran across the hall to her brother's room - which was conspicuously empty. Rick was a late sleeper - only something important was going to get him up before 9:00 a.m. on a Sunday... Like, getting laid? Dina ran back to her room, and started to throw on a tube top while juggling the phone. "Well, at least something's going right!" she announced. "I'm coming!"

"Hurry up, or they'll come first!" came the laughing reply. Denise resumed peeping around the door at the oblivious couple.

Dina threw on panties and a short pleated skirt, basically without taking time to discover that it clashed somewhat with the tube top, slid into sandals, and ran out the door, just as Bobby McCormick was pulling up out front. Dina frowned, shrugged, and marched right up to the car and got in, announcing "In the future, Bobby McCormick, the only way I want to see you this early on a Sunday morning is if I roll over in bed and find you there! This morning, however, your timing is excellent! We need to go to the Giannelli's."

Bobby had been left behind at the point she entered the car. It took him a moment to sort through the implications of these declarations, one by one, then he asked "Why?"

"Because Denise just called me. Mandi and Ricky are up in Mandi's room and cherries are popping all over the place!"

"Holy shit!" Bobby stomped the gas. "I gotta SEE this!"

In Mandi's room, the young lovers were blissfully unaware that they were about to become a tourist attraction. Mandi was moaning softly as Rick teased her with caresses that almost - but not quite - reached her mons from above and below. For her part, she was rubbing his back and shoulders and occasionally leaving a little nipping kiss on whatever skin surface she could get to. After a couple of minutes, Rick again shifted focus, offering teasing caresses of her breasts while kissing her deeply. He was content to take his time and bring her to a rolling boil.

Denise, tripped downstairs to brace her mother about events. "Mandi and Ricky are upstairs fucking!" she announced upon entering the kitchen.

"I don't think so," replied Helen calmly, looking up from her newspaper, "It sounded to me like they've not yet gone beyond some really seriously satisfying oral sex. You can generally tell from the muffled nature of the moans. I'm certain that they'll get there, however..."

"MOMMA! Mandi's upstairs HAVING SEX!"

"Denise, unless I miss my guess, you're 'way ahead of her in that department!" Helen said sharply. "And she's two years older than you! At least she brings her young men home! No doubt you're ashamed of yours!"

Denise was totally taken aback. Instead of rushing upstairs to put a stop to the salacious goings-on, her mother had lit into HER! "You knew?"

"How could I miss it? Mandi's pretty noisy. I imagine that you'll be able to tell the difference when they begin having intercourse... Mandi won't have anything in her mouth - and she's likely to be VERY noisy!" Helen laughed. "Besides, they asked me first."

"They ASKED YOU?!"

"Well, it wasn't that simple... Mandi set some rules for their physical relationship that she expected to carry them for a couple of weeks - but Rick managed to exceed expectation. Mandi wanted it; I could get in the way, or let them be happy and comfortable. I chose the latter."

Denise blew out a breath. "Does this mean I can bring MY boyfriends home?"

Helen glared at her, "You always could! I'm quite vexed with you, young lady! I've said nothing, but I'm not blind, and I'm not deaf, either. Your sister hasn't been trying to see how many notches she could put in her lipstick case. How many have you had? More important, how many have you had twice?"

Denise looked stricken. Her reputation had led to her being a watering hole for half the sports team members in the school, but she had absolutely no prospects for a relationship of a serious nature. 'Dipping Denise' was an initiation, or a rite of passage - not a step toward a committed relationship. And Denise liked sex - and variety - too much to be able to put a stop to it. She thought about flaring, but her mother had hit her between the eyes, and her heart wasn't in it. "I know I've got problems, Momma. Maybe we can talk about them sometime?"

Helen's expression softened, "Certainly, Dear. Any time. What do you think of Mandi's choice?"

"Ricky?" Denise frowned, thinking. "I guess he's OK, for a geek..."

"If by that, you mean a young man of above average intelligence... Well, you might want to reevaluate your current stable with that as a criterion. Rick has shown surprising strength of character, too - and that's something you will come to value if you want to find help with your current difficulties!"

"Huh?"

"Dear, any boy who would start a serious relationship with you would have to 'wear the horns' that your promiscuity has generated - and it's quite a rack, I'm told. It's a rare boy that can stand that kind of abuse from his peers. You need to put this in front of other things when you look for a boyfriend. And you may not find it!"

"Uh, Momma, I 'have needs'! Geeks..."

"...Come in all sizes. I have needs, too, and I have 40 years' experience at estimating the size of an erection. Don't believe me? Go take a QUIET look at just what your sister managed to bring home!"

Denise blinked, raised her eyebrows, and crept back upstairs. When she peered around the corner, she found...

Things were moving into the final stages. Mandi had a full flush of arousal, and was moaning and gasping as Rick FINALLY took pity on her and began sliding a finger between her labia, sliding over her clitoris in the process. Mandi had a death grip on Rick's rampant penis, and was slowly jacking it.

Denise took a good look - and was surprised to see 3 1/2 inches of exposed flesh beyond Mandi's hand. Eyes as big as saucers, she returned to the kitchen. "Jesus! Ricky's HUGE! There must be 8 inches there!" she exclaimed. Then she turned, "I'm going back up! They're gonna do it ANY SECOND - and I want to watch!"

"Denise!" Helen said sharply, "That's not nice!"

"But Momma, I'm soaking wet!" Denise exclaimed.

"Do you have ANY IDEA how hard it is for me to sit in this chair?" Helen asked through clenched teeth. Then the doorbell rang.

Rick's finger was at home in Mandi's opening, and Mandi was slowly hunching her pubic mound into his hand as it reached the opening at the lower end of her slit. He began allowing the finger to drive into her vaginal opening at the lower end of the stroke, prompting Mandi to make funny little "Oh!" sounds with a rising whine on the end as she hunched into the stroke. Rick leaned across Mandi's chest and captured her left nipple, sucking, gently biting, and beating it up with his tongue, which caused an impassioned "Uuuunnhhhh!" to erupt from her lips. The sensations that finger was generating were incredible, but Mandi knew that they were nothing to those promised by the iron shaft with the silken head that she was grasping in her right hand. Soon, there was nothing to do but give in to the mounting desire. "I've got to have you in me!" she gasped.

Rick rolled over flat on his back, "I want you to control it, so I don't hurt you any more than I have to, Sweetheart. You ride on top!"

Mandi rolled onto his midsection, and managed to get her quivering legs under her. She went out flat against his chest while she captured his cock in her hand, directing into the soaking opening of her vagina. She rubbed it up and down between her inner lips, covering the tip with lubricant and driving Rick nearly insane with the sensations, then poised it at her entrance. Hunching back, she pushed the ring of muscle at her entrance over the engorged head of Rick's penis. Both of them reveled at the sensations. Then she slowly shifted into an upright position, the change in angle driving Rick's penis into her silken channel.

For Rick, those initial sensations as he drove into that hot, wet, clinging sheath eclipsed absolutely anything he had ever felt before. It was indescribable - and he couldn't POSSIBLY get enough.

Mandi attained the vertical just as Rick's glans touched her hymen. Already, the sensations of her impalement on that hot, silken steel spike had exceeded expectation. She held the position for a moment, allowing herself to become used to the spike of flesh that promised to fill her vaginal canal, nerving herself for that final, irrevocable step. Then she looked into his eyes, smiled, and lowered herself onto his belly. The hymen proved to be less of an issue than expected - it went almost painlessly, only announcing it's demolition with a slight twinge. Then Mandi's weight drove Rick's penis into new territory, its girth spreading the walls of her sheath before it until her pubic bone pressed firmly on his, capturing her clitoris between them. Mandi gave a little gasp, then sat there, slowly grinding herself against Rick's pubic bone, allowing the walls of her vagina to get used to the welcome intruder while extracting flashes of pleasure from the abuse of her clitoris.

Every motion took Rick to a place he'd never been before. He was afraid to move, for fear it would end and he would go insane. Then Mandi started to move upward, exposing his cock until only the glans was captured by the ring of muscle at the entrance to her vaginal canal. Just as he was about to give voice to his disappointment at the removal, she again reversed direction, re-impaling herself and providing them both with another explosion of sensation.

For Mandi, it was hard to decide which part of those first few slow strokes was the best - the insertions or the withdrawals- but soon it became evident that the primary purpose of the withdrawals was to provide the ability to again fill her vaginal canal with hot flesh. Inevitably, she began to pick up speed, until they were moving with a steady rhythm - for Rick, too, had started moving, matching her thrusts, driving himself into her depths from below. He reached up and again began to stimulate her nipples, twisting them gently and rubbing her breasts with his palms. Mandi began breathing harshly through her nose, her eyes glazed as she began to detect an overlayer to the existing exquisite sensation - the distant stirrings of a massive climax, barely there, but intensifying rapidly. "Oh God!" she announced, the litany quickly running up the scale, repeated with each stroke, "ohgodohgodohgodohgodOhGodOhGodOhGodOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD... AIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" The orgasm went from impending to actual with that banshee wail, as Mandi stopped dead, muscles locked, and began to quiver, while a massive series of fluttering pulsations erupted in her vagina. Rick, however, did NOT stop, and his continued thrusts allowed Mandi to continue to spiral upward into the tornado of sensations. For more than 30 seconds, her climax caused her vagina to grasp Rick more and more tightly, until he could no longer ignore is own impending orgasm. Burying himself to the hilt with a final massive thrust, he strained against her and erupted in cascade after cascade of semen, mixing with her freely flowing secretions and soaking both of them at the crotch. Mandi collapsed onto his chest, senseless, as Rick wrapped his arms around her and lay there, too wasted from the intensity of their lovemaking to move.

In the kitchen, Helen and Denise traded significant glances over the heads of the newly arrived Bobby and Dina. "Now THAT was fucking!" Denise announced.

"Cherries popping all over the place!" Dina grinned.

"Dear, would you pass me the sugar from the cabinet?" Helen asked Denise.

Denise looked at her mother oddly. Habitually, Helen would have hopped up and bustled about the kitchen, offering her guests something to eat or drink; right now, she was sitting rooted to the chair. Denise collected the sugar and took it over to her mother. Moving in close, she asked quietly, "What's wrong, Momma?"

Helen grinned sheepishly as she whispered, "I'm soaked - right through the housecoat! I can't get up and let anyone see!"

Denise grinned, "If I weren't standing up... I'll get them into another room so you can change." She turned, "Let's go up and congratulate the happy couple!"