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Chapter 120. Some long-awaited core action.
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 120
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 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 120
Culminations
Terry and Jackie drifted together before the door had even closed to
their room, eyes locked as Terry divested Jackie of everything she was
wearing - not difficult because it was one piece. The filmy purple item
went over a chair back, and Jackie backed onto the bed, not missing a
movement. It was weird; she never looked away from Terry's eyes, and his
never shifted, either, but she backed onto the bed, unlimbered a pillow and
tossed it toward the foot, and the pair folded down the spread without even
looking at it. Then they flipped back the sheets, and Terry laid himself
down on his back while Jackie straddled him, upright, just below his
erection. Only then did they break eye contact, Jackie admiring his
swollen, uncut erection as she slipped the foreskin back and forth over his
glans. Terry looked inquiringly at her, and Jackie shrugged. "I've been
soaking wet since Gino's." That said, she raised up and began to impale
herself on Terry's cock.
Despite the mute testimony of her panty gusset and the hot, itchy feel
of her vaginal tunnel, Jackie wasn't THAT wet. In mere moments, she
discovered that while she was able to bury the head of Terry's cock in her
warm folds, the shaft was too dry to continue. But the problem resolved
itself, in an unexpected manner...
The slow insertion of his glans past the tight, muscular ring of
Jackie's opening was like a massage in a hot, oily bath to Terry. He
steeled himself, willing control over the cascade of pleasure pouring over
the sensitive head of his distended cock, then reached for his lover in a
last-ditch attempt to unseat her before the inevitable, but she pinned his
wrists to the mattress, locking eyes with him as his libido took total
control and his cock exploded into her depths.
Jackie almost came just from the flood of emotion pouring out through
his eyes. When he regained enough control to begin to be embarrassed, she
murmured, "Shhh! It's perfect! We needed a bit more lubricant!" She rose
up, allowing a dribble of their mixed juices to flow past the plug his glans
placed in her vaginal canal, then slid back down on the impaling flesh,
smearing the mixture of cum and vaginal juices over the crown and onto the
shaft. Another withdrawal, and on the in-stroke his glans butted against
the barrier of her maidenhead. Jackie gave neither of them any time for
thought - the next stroke was a hard drop designed to effect the penetration
- and it did! Both lovers flinched as Terry's cock shredded the fragile
tissue, Terry absorbing Jackie's slashing pain through her eyes as
counterpoint to the sensation of the barrier giving way before the ram of
his cock.
The stroke didn't make it all of the way to Terry's pubis; Jackie lost
control under the impact of the pain associated with the rupture of her
hymen and fell forward across Terry's torso rather than finishing the
stroke. Terry stroked her hair and shoulders, agonized mentally that he had
caused her the injury. After a moment, she struggled up and caught the look
in his eyes. "No, it's okay!" she absolved him, "I knew you wouldn't be
able to bear to hurt me, so I did it. And I got a little carried away...
I'm fine, now!" To prove it, she backed the rest of the way onto the
erection that an orgasm hadn't effected, but recognition of her pain had
caused to begin to flag. As she dragged her mons through his pubes to bump
against the muscle and bone at the base of his cock, her eyelids drooped and
a lazy smile manifested itself. "Oooo! Nice!" she exclaimed, grinding
herself against him.
Terry took heart and began to press upward, increasing the pressure.
Sensing his recovery, Jackie sat up again, and Terry began to maul her long,
pink nipples, gently pinching the puffy caps of her areolae. Jackie slid
back and forth against Terry's pubic mound, anchored by his penis, for a few
moments, but his eyes and an increasing flexibility in his penis told her
that it wasn't doing much for him; indeed, he was again in danger of losing
his erection! Jackie shifted modes, and began working more directly up and
down on his impaling shaft, and the effect was salutary; Terry firmed up
almost instantly, and his hips began driving him against her from beneath.
Jackie rapidly realized that the repeated shocks were more intense than the
rub, anyway, and went to work to drive herself against her lover.
Terry, for his part, recovered rapidly under the sensations provided
by a straight drive into her oily depths, and his recovered erection made
itself felt to new depths as his hips flicked it upward in counterpoint to
her plunging strokes. He smiled as the sensory maelstrom began to enshroud
Jackie in a blush extending from her hairline to her nipples. She began to
shudder and breathe harshly through distended nostrils, interspersing pants
with little exclamations: "Oh, God! Yes! Yes!" The convincing evidence of
her increasing arousal dragged him along with her, adding the additional
stimulus of the accomplishment to the incredible feel of her vaginal sheath
along the full length of his cock.
Jackie noticed, for Terry began displaying the same flush! This
evidence of his arousal completed the feedback loop, and Jackie began her
final ascent to orgasm. She again locked eyes with Terry and began a
murmured litany, increasing the pace of her strokes: "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod
yes yes ohgodohgodOhGod OH GOD! YES! YES! OOOOOHHH GOOOOOODDDD!!!" She lost
control, flexing and straining and pulsing as her battered nub of a clitoris
triggered shock waves in her vagina. Terry took over, continuing to drive
as Jackie's movements became spastic. Jackie's eyes were open and locked on
Terry's, but what she was seeing was anybody's guess. Terry, on the other
hand was totally absorbed in the whirlpools of reflected sensory overload
and emotion pouring from her glazed orbs.
Later, neither of them could say whether Terry orgasmed again himself
during Jackie's stormy first climax. Certainly, he THOUGHT he did - not
that it appeared to have any effect on the silky rod that he continued to
drive into Jackie's depths, holding her hips to help her maintain an upright
position through the post-climactic period when everything didn't
necessarily work right. Fortunately, this period lasted less than a minute,
and Jackie's hips began to churn again as the drive to her second climax
began. Very quickly, the litany began again and in a matter of a little
over ninety seconds Jackie was again drifting out of control while her
vagina milked Terry's pounding erection. This time, Jackie's eyes rolled
back and she lolled backward, breaking eye contact, which allowed Terry to
more effectively deal with the physical manifestations of her climax,
helping her maintain her mount despite the shattering sensations and the
onset of exhaustion. Terry had to maintain support and somewhat reduced
tempo for over two minutes this time; both the climax and its aftereffects
were stronger and more taxing on his diminutive lover.
When Jackie resumed control and began to march toward her third climax
of the session, Terry knew that IF he managed to survive to bring her again
to completion, he would be unable to again survive the fury of her orgasm.
He began to husband his resources, slowing the pace a bit and keeping her
from racing ahead. That adjustment in pace and the accumulated level of
exhaustion stretched Jackie's ride to her third orgasm for nearly ten
minutes - but eventually she succumbed to the urgency and dragged Terry
along: "Oh God! Again! Yes! Yes! Now! OH GOD!!!! AAIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!"
This time, exhaustion caused Terry to change the pattern of
sustainment to a series of long, slow strokes that offered a counterpoint to
the waves of her vaginal pulsations. There was no way that Terry was going
to survive that combination, especially since this time Jackie was managing
to maintain eye contact; just as Jackie crossed over the peak and started to
settle again toward her aftermath state, Terry drove himself one final time
into her depths, and, holding himself rigidly against her spasming pelvis,
again began to shoot long ropes of cum into her hungry canal. Riding the
wave of his climax, Jackie achieved another mini-peak before collapsing
across his chest, murmuring "Oh, God..." As they both faded toward sleep
from exhaustion and sensory overload, Terry distantly thought, "I wonder
where she gets that?"
The source of Jackie's response pattern was in the process of
attaining almost exactly the same position as the one her exhausted daughter
occupied. Mike McCormick's leg virtually ruled out any other position but
supine with Jennifer riding above, so when his shaft began to harden and
elongate along her hip as a result of the torrid kisses they were exchanging
in the wake of their wild sixty-nine, Jennifer was just about exactly where
she needed to be.
For the first time since their relationship began, Jennifer reached
down and fondled the rigid, velvety shaft without embarrassment, purring as
she rubbed her palm over the spongy knob while her fingers caressed the
shaft. The feel was exquisite; Jennifer felt a wash of dampness flood her
vaginal tunnel as the pure visceral joy of the touch combined with the work
of Mike's gentle hands on her nipples and breasts.
Mike breathed in the scent of her hair. "Uh, Missy? Can we get rid
of this?" His fingers tugged at her nightie. "I wanna feel you against
me..."
"Oh!" Jennifer rose up and dispensed with the garment with a quick,
one-handed flick. "How's this?" She made to lie back down atop him, but
his hands on her sides stopped her. A glance up at her lover found him
feasting his eyes...
"God, how beautiful!" Mike murmured, enraptured. In the dim light, he
could see the freckled upper chest give way to a pair of creamy white cones
with round, pink tips. There was a hint of sag, but not much - just enough
to confirm their soft reality. Jennifer could have been eighteen, instead
of thirty. Mike could see her ribs, and her belly didn't even bulge in this
position, erect astride him - she was all compact musculature.
Jennifer allowed the appraisal and the physical caresses up her sides
that accompanied it, but she couldn't watch his eyes devour her - to her, it
was embarrassing, undeserved. She returned her attention to the cock
standing at attention before her pubic mound, tasting it with her fingers as
Mike's hands slid up and tasted her breasts. The shaft pulsed and bobbed
against her hand as electricity leapt from her nipples to her clitoris,
triggering a wave of intense feeling that Jennifer finally recognized for
exactly what it was - raw animal lust! "I want this!" she murmured thickly.
"Um," Mike found himself surprised - Jennifer had never really made
herself clear like that before! "Can't do much from under here, but you're
more than welcome to it!"
"Okay!" Jennifer replied, "I'm gonna... raise up..." She suited
action to her words, rising and knee-walking forward over his erection,
gasping as it dragged between the lips of her damp furrow. Mike released
her left breast and deliberately held his cock as nearly vertical as he
could, forcing the contact and grinning at the expressions flickering across
her face as it nosed along her damp channel, questing for the promised
opening. Mike found it, but Jennifer wasn't really in position yet - she
needed to move up a couple of inches for a proper fit. The moment his glans
came in contact with her opening, Jennifer froze, dithering, trying to
figure out how she was going to STAY in contact while making that final
adjustment. Thought didn't enter into it; it was purely the physical and
emotional imperative that now it was THERE, it wasn't going ANYWHERE ELSE!
She reached down and, covering Mike's hand, held him in place while she
scooted forward that additional bit, then began to settle onto the velvet
head.
It was everything she'd hoped/feared/needed it to be as the ring of
muscle dilated and Mike's cock began to slowly bore into her underused
channel. Without the recent interludes with her little plastic friend, it
might have been painful; as it was she sensed a delicious fullness as his
turgid erection gently forced aside the folds of her inner lining.
Mike was beside himself! Jennifer's vagina was a soft, oily,
clutching furnace, and if he hadn't just enjoyed a massive climax from
Jennifer's oral attention, he'd have never lasted until buried to the hilt!
Jennifer took her time, but it was one long, slow, smooth impalement. She
was well lubricated; the only impediment was accepting Mike's unaccustomed
girth, so she took it slow and easy, not stopping until their pubes merged.
Then she stopped, panting, while Mike mastered himself.
'Christ!' Mike thought in wonder, 'How can ANY woman not a virgin be
so incredibly tight?' He had been subjected to the exquisite sensation of
over seven inches of tight vaginal folds hugging his glans as they
reluctantly parted before it, and it was the closest he'd ever come to
orgasm without actually shooting! He had a death grip on two handfuls of
bedclothes, and had unconsciously tossed his head back and forth all through
the penetration, gasping and straining. Now, with her grounded against him,
he reopened his eyes, gazing at her in wonder. "I have died and gone to
Heaven!"
Jennifer's nipples hurt, they were so hard! Mike had scratched an
itch she hadn't even realized she had, and the sensations were
indescribable! Her clit tingled from its location buried against his pubic
mound, but the same incredible flow of raw sensation now extended apparently
the whole way up her vaginal channel! She was one big clit! Her whole
crotch was one huge raw nerve, blasting her with bolts of pleasure! "Maybe
we can get Jackie to feed us here!" she gasped. "Now that it's in, I don't
want it to EVER come out!"
Mike chuckled. "Good as it is, if you move it it's supposed to be
better..." He resumed toying with Jennifer's breasts - he really couldn't
get enough of the feel of them!
Jennifer leaned forward, and, supporting herself on her hands, began
to rise. Mike went rigid as the folds of her steaming channel nibbled at
the rim of his glans, opposing the withdrawal. Jennifer rose until the ring
was backed against the ring of muscle at the entrance to her channel, but
her thighs shook; the sensation was SO exquisite, and she couldn't BEAR the
idea that his fleshy probe might come all the way out! "Empty..." she
moaned, nearly incoherent, and again began to lower herself, "Ooooohhhh!"
Mike went stiff as a board as his staff was again forced through the
clutching grip of the steaming, slippery glove of her vagina. He cradled
her soft, firm breasts, tasting them with his palms, but he was unable to
really DO anything with them - too much of his consciousness was focused
upon mapping the folds of her vagina as they pulsed and rolled down his
impaling rod of flesh. His balls felt like they were the size of
grapefruit; when they burst, they would flood Jennifer with gallons of his
juice! Jennifer grounded, instinctively grinding herself against his pubic
bone, and leaned forward a bit allowing him to take a bit of her weight on
the hands cradling her breasts while a wave of weakness washed over her.
This second stroke hadn't been as difficult; her passage had done more
welcoming home of his shaft than resisting its passage, but the sensations
were still shocking in their intensity! Reluctantly, she again began to
rise, and again her channel fought the extraction, inflicting agony and
ecstasy upon them both. As she switched to downward motion at the top of
the stroke, Mike's glazed eyes took in the flush washing across her face,
neck, and upper chest, recognizing it for the precursor of her oncoming
orgasm. Again, she lowered herself, a bit more quickly, her tunnel's
clasping acceptance of the welcome intruder providing a different, but no
less welcome, variety of sensation.
Again, she rose, more quickly, confident in her ability to wedge the
head of his cock in the mouth of her opening without allowing it to leave,
and again she started down - but this time would be different!
Mike, totally awash, was no longer operating at a conscious level. As
Jennifer's body again began to drop onto his impaling rod, Mike surrendered
to an imperative as old as time - the urge to batter his way into her womb!
As Jennifer reached the halfway point of the next downstroke, Mike snapped
his hips, driving himself upward deep into her welcoming channel. The force
of Mike's surprise drive atop Jennifer's quickening descent brought the pair
together HARD, and simultaneous with the flash of fire in Jennifer's
clitoris came the sensation of Mike's spongy cock head battering her cervix!
That did it! "OOOHHH GAWWDD!!!" Jennifer howled, losing all control
as shockwaves from the quake at her crotch rolled over her. Jennifer's eyes
rolled up and the nerves in her legs misfired, causing an uncontrolled
swaying roll as powerful contractions in her quaking center robbed her of
the ability to do anything else.
It wasn't an issue, though, because Mike had things in hand. Even
though he was totally on automatic as he rode the wave of their ecstasy,
even as his cock swelled to deliver its first load, he instinctively grasped
Jennifer's quaking hips and steadied her for the trip-hammer sequence of
powerful thrusts that reinforced her climax while ensuring his. Nine times
he crashed into her in only half as many seconds, before crushing her crotch
to him as the floodgates sprang open and the first jet of his cum blasted
into her cervix. Nine times he battered the entire tender surface of her
womanhood, inside and out. Nine times searing shockwaves pushed Jennifer
farther and farther from tawdry reality and further and further into a realm
populated solely by ecstasy. When her cervix added the sensation of being
bathed in semen, Jennifer lost her grip totally, and surrendered to the
blissful dark.
Jennifer collapsed against Mike's chest, and he clutched her to him
as, totally independent of the lax bonelessness of her upper body, fierce
contractions milked Mike's seed from his blasting cock. In that moment Mike
WAS his ejaculation, his mind one with the millions of tiny warriors
bursting from the oversensitized pipe of his cock in search of their lone
target, already delivered on exit to the doors of Jennifer's womb, her
cervix half dilated by the impacts of Mike's ram.
Slowly Mike returned to himself, reveling in the sensations brought on
by the continued gentle pulsations of Jennifer's vagina as she, too, began
to settle to earth. Finally, Jennifer began to actively respond to Mike's
caresses, moving a bit, then slowly opening her eyes. "Sorry," Mike
apologized, "I expected to last longer..."
Jennifer's eyes were creamy with satisfaction. "Oh, no!" she
demurred, "It was just PERFECT!" She nuzzled his neck. "Besides, there's
always later..." She went boneless again, leaving Mike wide-eyed. Did this
mean they were going to avoid recriminations, stupid concerns over what his
family thought of her behavior, etc.?
It did. The feel of Mike's slowly deflating cock in her vagina had
left Jennifer with only one open question in the world - how was she going
to keep it there? The rigid strictures that she had imposed on herself in
denial of her basically sensual nature were broken, for good or ill, and
Jennifer was determined to live with the results. If she couldn't hold onto
Mike, that would be painful - but there was no going back! She might have
been able to bottle her essence as an inexperienced teen, but the
consequences of that decision were clear to her, and she would not repeat
it. Jennifer drifted toward slumber, more relaxed than she'd been in years.
Mike was in a bit of a quandary. He'd not done a whole lot of
sleeping with a woman for a blanket (although he DID have SOME recent
experience) - but while he figured he could probably handle it, there was
another, more urgent issue... "Uhhh, Missy?" he murmured diffidently, "This
is real nice, and I love you, but I've just GOT to pee..."
"'Kay," Jennifer murmured sleepily, and rolled over, allowing him to
extricate himself from above. Curiously, Jennifer no more acknowledged
receipt of 'those three words' than Mike realized that he said them, which
was just as well, since his mind was elsewhere. Mike extracted himself,
somewhat embarrassed at the copious flow that poured from her unplugged
opening, and hobbled off to the bathroom.
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