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Chapter 115.
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 115
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 oral
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 115
The end of an era
Jennifer Hardesty's eyes popped open. The warm mass she was snuggled
against was NOT a pillow! She raised up and beheld Mike McCormick, gently
snoring, lying there on his back in his shorts. She got up to pee (the
thing that had caused her to awaken in the first place) and let her mind
drift back over the last few hours. Mike had come upstairs and taken her
hand, and they had settled on the bed to do more or less what they HAD been
doing downstairs on the couch. And Mike had AGAIN proven to be a perfect
gentleman, keeping his hands in the safe areas and working basically with
his lips despite the temptations presented by her short, white, baby-doll
nightie. Jennifer had explored his chest, arms, back - even legs to some
extent - but had stayed away from the contents of his boxers. After a
couple of hours, both had succumbed to comfort and fatigue, and had drifted
off...
Jennifer tiptoed back in and sat down on the edge of the bed. The fly
of Mike's loose boxers was gaping open, drawing Jennifer's eyes. Maybe just
a quick peek...
Mike was awake, the consequence of the fact that he, too, was unused
to sharing a bed. He'd popped awake the moment Jennifer had sat up, and had
barely drifted off again before her return. When she reseated herself, he
slitted his eyes to see what she was up to. The moonlight pouring through
the windows painted bars on Jennifer, highlighting the translucent
nightgown. Mike had had a helluva time being good before, and even the
revealed sweep of Jennifer's slim, freckled back caused a surge as she
leaned over on one arm to determine what might be visible through the open
gap in his shorts.
Jennifer was just settling over the area when there was movement
inside the dark confines of Mike's shorts. She recoiled, automatically
checking Mike's face to see if he was awake. Mike held perfectly still,
then after a moment's wicked thought, groaned and shifted a bit, feigning a
dream. His cock continued to grow; the displayed pendant curve of
Jennifer's left breast as she leaned over him ensured that.
Jennifer recovered, deciding as intended that Mike was having
disturbing dreams. The corners of her lips curled upward as she followed up
the thought with, 'Of me, no doubt!" Where before there was only darkness
and pubic hair, a growing cylindrical bulge was beginning to tent the
fabric. Both of them came simultaneously to the same conclusion: It would
be a shame if the shorts succeeded in containing Mike's erection. Mike was
just planning to stir and scratch or something when Jennifer reached out
with gentle fingers to tease the fabric into a position from which it would
be difficult for it to catch on the growing bar of flesh. Mike assisted the
effort by conveying a flexing pulsation to the organ, causing it to rise up
off his belly. When it dropped back, it was outside the control of his fly.
The pulse caused Jennifer to again recoil, but after a quick look to
assure herself of Mike's slumber, she was back. Now that the little
(little? It was rapidly approaching seven inches!) beast was exposed, she
could get a closer look. She shifted her weight from her hand to her
forearm and leaned in. Mike was uncircumcised; the darker head was
protruding about an inch and a half from its fleshy wrapper, another half
inch or so covered, if the prominent bump caused by the ridge was to be
believed. From the looks of things, Mike was a tad larger than her 'little
buzzing friend', but there WERE veins there, swelling into prominence as she
watched. There was also an aroma... Jennifer inhaled deeply, and her heart
rate went up twenty beats per minute. 'Oops! Best not do that!
Pheromones...' she thought distantly, but she already had a lungful, and was
momentarily distracted as her nipples hardened and elongated, further
tenting her nightie.
Mike picked up the difference in the drape of the fabric, and managed
to make out the reason in the dimness. It was hard not to smile.
Jennifer, her warning to herself forgotten, leaned closer and inhaled,
nostrils distending. There was something about the...musk... that screamed
SEX! She traced the path of a pulsing vein with a finger from about an inch
out. At this point, the glans was almost totally exposed. Mike summoned
another groan and triggered another twitching pulse, the rod of flesh
touched her hand and the head almost touched her lips!
'My God!' she thought, 'It's so HOT!' The momentary contact with her
hand had almost burned! Poor thing! Maybe she should - jerk? - jack? - him
off? Suddenly, the notion that she might touch him became a foregone
conclusion. She gathered herself and reached out...
But Mike decided to turn up the heat! Again he groaned and thrashed,
and this time his right hand dropped onto Jennifer's lower back! The look
on Jennifer's face was a comic mix of surprise and fear. Pinned! If she
withdrew, she would certainly awaken Mike! She held perfectly still...
But the hand on her back didn't! Mike was getting even; he'd been a
good boy to the point of being outrageous, waiting for Jennifer to lower her
defenses and ask for more. Now he was going to use her slip-up to bring her
down! Slowly he allowed the hand to drift across Jennifer's left hip, while
she all but held her breath, waiting for it to return to the coverlet. But
the grand plan was something altogether different: Mike allowed the hand to
sweep across and down until it cleared the hem of her nightie, then thrashed
again, hunching a bit to his right and using the opportunity to slide the
hand back up BENEATH the translucent fabric. At the same time, he again
twitched his cock, causing it to bump Jennifer's chin! Instinctively, she
reached out to keep it from tapping her again, and ended up with a handful
of warm rigid cock! 'Oh, Lord!' she moaned to herself, 'Now what do I do?'
She was between a rock and a hard place, she knew; there was no way that
Mike was going to avoid being further stimulated, but if she let go, she
couldn't escape in time to pretend innocence. And Mike's hand was drifting
all over her bare back and right side! Slowly, to be sure, but it was
sampling the skin of her back and drifting over her lower ribs - she
couldn't go anywhere... She couldn't even flinch, or look at his face - she
was too low to his chest at this point, her whole body oriented toward his
lower half; to turn her head without rising was to drag her lips over his
lower belly, not that that was such an unpleasant idea... In the meantime,
the velvety rod of flesh in her hand danced to Mike's pulse as blood surged
through it, stiffening it even further in her soft grip. At this point, she
was nearly cross-eyed; Mike's glans dominated her near vision, demanding her
attention. She closed her eyes, but that only augmented her sense of
smell... 'Oh, Lord!' Jennifer worried, 'Mike's going to wake up to me
sucking his cock - I don't see how I can avoid it! What will he think of
me?'
Mike's eyes were fully open, and he was taking in the whole picture,
grinning from ear to ear. He continued to slide his hand slowly over her
back and right side, working from where the ridiculous frilly panties
covered her hip upward along her ribs and back along her back, slowly
working a bit further on each pass. The background pleasure from the caress
was a layer upon which a growing arousal began to build in Jennifer.
Unconsciously, she began slowly jacking Mike's stiff erection, not really
realizing it until the first time his glans popped clear of his foreskin.
Mike groaned again, for real this time, and the next sweep of his hand
didn't end until his finger swept over the outer curve of Jennifer's right
breast. White fire enveloped it as her nervous system conveyed the contact.
Instinctively, she backed toward Mike's upper torso in an effort to get more
coverage, a move which Mike encouraged despite the fact that it drew her
head back a bit from his cock; at this moment, her pleasure was MUCH more
important - the other item would take care of itself once she finally
crossed the line.
On the next sweep, Mike's hand covered the firm little mound - and
stayed there. Gentle fingers started teasing the stiff nipple, sending
shockwaves along their direct connection to her clitoris. Jennifer sucked
in a breath, savoring it - but then the light dawned. "Mike?"
"Mmm hmmm?"
"How long have you been awake?" she queried, embarrassment closing in.
"For a bit," Mike murmured. He slid his left hand through the gap
under her arm and went to work on her left breast. The pleasure displaced
the embarrassment somewhat, but she made to rise. "Uh uh!" Mike
remonstrated, "Don't let go until you figure out where you're going to put
it!"
"What?" Jennifer turned to face Mike, her face registering her shock.
"Now, Missy," Mike continued, "I didn't make you go rooting around in
my shorts - you did that all by yourself!" He eyed her, sidelong, "Didn't
you?"
"Uh, yeah..." Jennifer wasn't sure how it had gone this far, but he
had her dead to rights...
"Then it's your problem. You loaded it; you're gonna fire it!"
Jennifer turned back to look at her handiwork. Oh, shit! Somehow
she'd gotten 'way over the line... Mike's glans seemed to stare back at
her, nodding in time to his pulse.
"Since it's 'Show and Tell' night..." Mike murmured, as he retrieved
his right hand from her breast, slid it straight down her back, and under
the waistband of her frilly pajama bottoms, raising his wrist to drive them
down, "I want to see, too!" Jennifer's legs were parted, her left knee
drawn up to maintain her balance, so the bottoms didn't go that far, but the
twin moons of her ass were exposed, and Mike's fingers went straight down
along the furrow of her womanhood!
"Mike!" Jennifer squealed, returning her attention to his face as she
jumped under the unexpected assault. "What are you doing?"
Mike eyed her levelly, "You're nose to nose with my cock - I want you
to return the favor!" Releasing her other breast, he grabbed her hips and
lifted her bodily, draping her along his torso. The panties were still in
the way, so he grabbed them and pulled them upward, which dragged them past
her knees and caused her to go totally prone atop him.
"Mike!" Jennifer found herself flat atop Mike's torso, still facing
his crotch, with her pajama bottoms around her ankles. "What are you
doing?"
"I'm gonna get a look!" Mike announced. "Feel free to continue what
you're doing..."
"B-but..." Jennifer tried to struggle up, which involved dropping a
knee on either side of Mike's torso. Big mistake! It opened her crotch up
wide, right in front of Mike's face!
Mike pinned her in place with a brawny arm over each hip, sliding one
hand up and down her back as he exclaimed, "Ohhh, sweet! Smells good, too!"
"M-Mike!" Feeling her total loss of control, Jennifer began to
struggle.
"Missy, this is for your own good - and it won't hurt either of us!"
Mike leaned up and danced his tongue along Jennifer's clit.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" Jennifer's eyes popped, her back arched, then just as
suddenly she collapsed, moaning, "Oooooooohhhhh!"
"See? That didn't hurt!" Mike declared, "Tasted good, too!" He
leaned up and delivered another quick flurry of tongue strokes.
Jennifer couldn't cope. Mike's tongue was everywhere: on her labia,
pounding her clit, sliding around the pulsing opening of her vagina. It had
been SOOO long! And NOBODY had EVER done THIS! She wrapped her hands
around Mike's hairy thighs, laid her head on his lower belly with her nose
against his throbbing cock, and surrendered control, making little
inarticulate noises as his tongue drove her wild! "Oog, ooh, mmmmm, ahh,
ooh, nnnnggg..."
Mike began seriously exploring and assessing reactions. Missy seemed
to like having him probe her vaginal opening, and running his lips around
her labia was nice, but she pulled away from direct attacks on the nub at
the top of her slit that must be her clitoris. "E-easy!" she hissed,
lurching up. "Too much!" Considering that she got stiff as a board and
tried to jump away, taking it easy on her clit seemed indicated. ...But if
he worked along the labia just outside along the hood...
Jennifer started to gasp and pant and her hips started to roll. Mike
nodded to himself and began alternating sides to keep the sensations fresh.
First he'd give the left side of her clitoral hood a couple of laps, then he
would switch sides to the right, then a quick poke at her now soaking
opening.
Jennifer was scared to death to move. If she'd worked at it she could
have broken free - but all thought of that had gone by the wayside!
Instead, she buried her nose in Mike's pubes, smelling his rank musk and
savoring the burning heat of his hard shaft alongside her nose and cheek
while she surrendered to the delicious urgency that Mike was feeding in her
crotch. The waves of sensation just kept getting bigger and bigger and
bigger... "Oh, God! Ummm! Uhhh! Aaaahh! Ooohh!" Her grip on Mike's
thighs became crushing, the two stiff points of her nipples poking his lower
belly.
Mike couldn't see it, but Jennifer developed a fiery arousal blush
that extended all the way to her breasts. She began undulating as the waves
of pleasure rose higher and higher, her voice rising and falling as she
settled on one sound to make,
"OOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOOOooooooooOOOOOOOOooooooOOOOOOOOGOD!!!!!" The waves
crashed over her and she drowned in the sea of sensation.
The undulation was the beginning of the end for Mike - she made it
difficult for him to hit his target points. In addition, the flow of her
natural lubricant had become copious. So he tightened his grip and tried to
use her movements to his advantage - but her own lack of control caused him
to drag his tongue repeatedly across her clit despite his best efforts. By
then however, it no longer mattered, her scream of joy and the pulsing
waterworks of her vaginal opening made it VERY clear that she had reached
climax. Mike pointed his tongue and drove it into her tunnel, giving the
nibbling mouth of her pulsing vagina something to clasp around, which added
a 'deep' component to the jazzy surface wash of her orgasm, the pliant
muscle substituting for the cockflesh that instinct told her should be there
and allowing the generation of an additional wave of satisfaction. For a
moment, Jennifer blacked out totally; when she gradually returned, it was
afloat on a sea of joy. Mike was gently rubbing her back and murmuring into
her crotch as he gently tried to collect her overflow without jazzing her
too much; the soft laps extended her slow drift back to reality. His face
was soaked from nose to chin, and he was actively wondering if Jennifer was
capable of the legendary 'female ejaculation' - there had been a minor flood
at the height of her climax, not that he was complaining... "Missy?"
"Mmmmm?"
"You like that, Sweetheart?"
"Mmmm hmmm!"
Mike lay there, fretfully wondering how he could tactfully bring up
the subject of his poor, swollen cock, but he needn't have worried.
Jennifer's surrender was complete; if Mike thought she was a slut, well, she
didn't see how she could argue - so she might as well enjoy herself! And
that included this hot bar of flesh throbbing against her face!
Mike was just mustering courage to make a comment when a warm tongue
slid along the left side of his erection. It was nice - not great, but nice
- and Mike held is peace in anticipation of more to come.
Jennifer didn't disappoint. She rose on her elbows and began laving
Mike's glans with her tongue, something almost instantly maddening. Sensing
that while her efforts were effective, they might not be quite right, she
husked, "I don't know what I'm doing..."
Mike groaned, "Neither did I! Uhhh, how about you kind of use your
mouth like a p-..." Did he dare say that? "pussy, and we'll adjust from
there..."
"O-okay..." She grasped his rigid cock at the base and tilted it up a
bit to get a better angle on it, then gave it a moment's thought. 'Well,
first there would be a penetration...' She ovalled her lips and began to
slowly envelope his glans, holding them tight.
Mike went rigid, "Ooooohhhh!"
Jennifer released him and backed off, "You okay?"
Mike sagged, "God, yes! That was..." Words failed him.
"Right?" Jennifer suggested.
"Uh, huh!" Mike agreed vehemently. Then he muttered diffidently, "I
don't know how long..."
"Well," Jennifer announced lightly, "I might as well get the full
effect..."
Mike's eyes popped. "You gonna (gulp) swallow?"
"I hear it's the thing to do..." Jennifer replaced the ring of her
lips on his crown, and repeated the previous maneuver.
Mike, for all his almost two and a half decades of life, had little
more experience than Jennifer - and his responses were just as hair-trigger.
"Oh, Lord!" He grabbed a double handful of sheet as Jennifer's lips closed
over the ring at the base of his glans and her tongue swirled against the
sensitive lower surface. "I -I..." he gasped. Obviously, his staying power
was going to be measured in seconds...
A delicious feeling of power stole over Jennifer. Just as she was
defenseless under Mike's tongue, HE was defenseless under HERS! She reveled
in this knowledge as she rose up until she was kissing the tip and then
drove more of his turgid shaft into her wet mouth.
Mike was in agony. The things Jennifer was doing to him were
wonderful - but his balls felt like they were the size of grapefruit. And
he was going to blow all that down her throat! She'd choke!
But it was too late! The mere thought of what he was going to do
triggered the deed, and Mike hunched himself as his balls released their
flood. Mike's attempt to hold back the flood only made it more exquisite as
his eyes bulged and he moaned, "AaaaaAAAAAA!!!!" then blasted a huge gout of
cream into Jennifer's waiting mouth!
And it WAS waiting! Mike had clearly telegraphed his immediacy, so
Jennifer had backed off until she was just holding his glans. The massive
pulse did NOT take her by surprise, although the quantity of sperm did - she
swallowed the first mouthful almost without tasting it. But she was ready
for the second blast, and the third, and recognized that things were
starting to diminish while Mike was still effectively catatonic. She
decided to hold a mouthful to tease him with, and managed to hold the next
three shots while gently milking his softening member with her mouth. She
rose above his limp form, visibly rolling the white goo in her mouth for him
to see before swallowing it. It probably wouldn't ever be a favorite food,
but, well, his COCK tasted good; she could put up with the product. She
returned her attention to his over-sensitive cock, and he shuddered and
gently scrabbled at her with his hands. She looked him in the eye and
husked, "If you wanted a slut..."
Mike smiled weakly. "I wanted YOU! If I got a slut, that's just
gravy, as long as you're MY slut..."
Jennifer rotated to be face to face with her new lover. She cuddled
herself to him. "I don't think that's a problem...How long do you figure it
will be before I can use my pussy as a pussy?"
"Not long!" Mike affirmed, "Not long at all!"
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