Chapter 5
Jean cooked a delicious chicken and wild rice casserole, Marvie baked the cake for dessert, and Mark brought the wine. They had a wonderful time, sitting in the candlelight, getting to know more about each other. Jean knew Mark had liked Marvie the first time he'd met her. She had planned this evening so they could get to know each other even better than they had imagined.
As they finished dessert, Jean announced that she had to run some things across town for her boss.
"What things?" Marvie asked, wondering about it because they worked in the same office and it seemed strange that Jean would have to perform such a chore.
"Some contracts the old fart forgot to sign- well, actually it's my fault because I didn't check them. They have to be in the mail tonight or we'll lose these deals."
"And you wouldn't want to be responsible for that," Mark added.
Jean winked at him. "Right!"
"Will you be long? Shall we come with?" Marvie asked, but Jean shook her head.
"Take my car, you'll be more comfortable with the air conditioning," Mark suggested.
Jean smiled. "Just wait, my new car will have air conditioning and a tape player and then you can eat your heart out!" She playfully stuck out her tongue at him.
"I don't even have a car!" Marvie said, giggling. They all laughed. Jean got up from the table, took her purse and a large white envelope, and stopped near the front door.
"Now you two just relax and have fun till I get back. I shouldn't be more than two hours. Bye." And with that she left the room.
Marvie looked at Mark. "Hi, Mark," she said, smiling.
"Hi, Marvie," he added, taking a last sip of wine.
"Care for coffee?" she asked, a bit nervous now that Jean was gone. She felt a strange sensation-being alone with a man she had seen nude in a picture. She suddenly saw him sitting there at the table, without any clothing on his tanned, muscular body, his long thick penis dangling between his legs. She blushed just a little.
"No thank you," Mark said, but she didn't really hear him. She was lost in her thoughts and turned her head away and took a deep breath.
"Come on, let's sit on the balcony." Mark got up from the table and offered his hand. Marvie joined him and together they walked out onto the balcony. It was a warm night, much, Marvie thought, like the night she had watched the two fags from her window. There was a little breeze and her hair tossed over her shoulders, moving with her head. Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight.
"Jean's told me a lot about you. I really think you have what it takes to be a model, and maybe I can help. I know a few people connected with the business."
Marvie's face glowed. "Really? Well, thank you, that's really what I want to do. I've been saving my money to get a portfolio together."
"Oh," Mark said, leaning back in the lounge chair next to her, "I know a great photographer; you'll love him. I'm sure he'd do it as a favor, he's really good."
"I couldn't ask that as a favor!"
"Why not? He's a swell guy, really good-looking, twenty-three years old, a bit on the hippie side, if you don't mind." Mark smiled, turned and relaxed. He had a marvelous way of making statements where you actually believe him, you didn't dare question him. He was in control. Marvie liked a man who was in control, as her father always had been back home.
"Well, whatever you say, Mark," she added, and then reached out and touched his wrist. 'Thank you," she whispered, holding tight to his warm flesh for a moment as ripples of passion surged through her body. She never wanted to release his arm, she wanted to hold tight forever. He was strong and handsome and she had seen him naked. It was hard for her to realize she was actually touching the man she had seen in the photo, the man she had wanted to touch that night, the man she had rubbed on her pussy lips, the man she had dreamed about.
Mark reached over and pressed his hand over hers, then turned his head to look into her eyes. "May I kiss you?" he asked softly.
Marvie didn't say anything. She couldn't speak, she couldn't think. She just stared at him, not moving a muscle, as her honey pot started to quiver between her legs. She watched through fading eyes as Mark's face came to hers and she parted her lips and closed her eyes at the same time and then felt the hardness of his lips, the full masculine hardness that pressed against her and sent her into a spinning whirl of excitement.
For a fast moment, Carlos and Punk crossed her mind, but they disappeared as Mark brought his hands up to hold her face, gently, lovingly, not at all like the two rough men had done that awful day. That had been rape, this was making love, or it was getting to that, she hoped. She wanted Mark more than anything in the world now, not so much because she was taken with him or was falling in love with him, but because she wanted to know what it was all about. She longed to know what sex was really like, gentle, wonderful sex, not rape. She wanted to experience sex built on good, not bad, sex that was made with love of another human being, not through hatred as it had been with Carlos and Punk. Mark was good and she cared for him. He would help her, she knew it.
Mark pulled his lips away and then moved his face back to hers, this time pushing his hard tongue between her soft lips, searing, hot, probing. It moved over her white teeth, behind her lips, then found her waiting tongue and played with it, rubbing it, licking it, fucking it. Marvie tasted his saliva and sucked gently on his tongue, wondering if that was the way she was supposed to suck on his cock. More than anything, she desired to have his penis in her mouth. Even when she had seen it in the picture, she immediately had dreamed of sucking it, tasting it, eating it.
Mark got out of his chair and leaned over her, placing his feet on either side of her lounge chair, and then came down to straddle her, letting his ass touch her thighs. He kissed her again and again, and she moved her hands over his back, rubbing gently, then digging her nails into his flesh through the shirt when he pressed his tongue in hard and moaned deep in his throat.
"Marvie, let's go in," he whispered between kisses, and in a moment they got up and walked back into the apartment, arms around each other.
They went to Marvie's room, and she closed the door and locked it as he began to nibble on her neck and shoulders. He pulled down the zipper of her dress and let it fall to her waist. He unfastened the hook of her bra and let that fall, also, and then wrapped his hands around her and took both of her breasts and held them.
"Oh, Mark, I'm scared ..." Marvie began to say, because she was frightened that Jean would come back and find her with her bed partner, and she was also a bit frightened of sex itself, although she knew she was in good safe hands with Mark. His hands were now caressing the tips of her breasts, the hard dark nipples, rubbing them gently but firmly between his fingertips, kneading the fullness of her tits with his palms.
Mark bit her shoulder and let a trickle of saliva run down over her right shoulder. It crept down her breast and met his fingertip at the nipple, and he rubbed it around there, which sent spasms of chilling pleasure down her back. Then he moved closer to her and bent around to kiss the side of her soft mouth as he pressed his hard crotch to her buttocks. She moaned as she felt that thing she had seen in the picture pushing against the softness of her ass cheeks. She desperately wanted to feel it.
"Marvie, I want to fuck you so bad," Mark said.
"Mark," Marvie whispered, turning around, forcing his hands from her breasts, facing him with the top of her body naked, "I'm scared."
"I know, honey, I know," Mark said gently, and then took her in his arms and hugged her tight. "Jean told me all about what happened, and I would be scared too. But I want you so badly, I'll do anything, I'll go slow and do whatever you want."
Marvie melted into his arms. Her breasts pushed against his chest and she grabbed his hair and pulled it slightly, smashing her face to his in the most passionate kiss of her entire life. She moaned and held onto him for dear life. His cock was pushing through his pants, against her thigh. Her pussy was already wet with passion.
Mark led Marvie to the bed and helped her get rid of the rest of her clothing. He pulled the dress from her body, then the panty hose and little lace panties. She lay back on the bed, full naked in front of him, her honey-dewed hair glistening in the dim light of the bedlamp, her breasts like golden globes shining in the night. He stood there, still fully clothed, looking down at her with obvious delight.
"You're beautiful, absolutely beautiful!" he said quite loudly. Then he unbuttoned his shirt -still staring at her beautiful voluptuous body-and pulled it off. His chest gleamed and his arms rippled of muscles. Then he unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper of his pants. Marvie took a deep breath and stared between his legs. His pants opened and revealed white shorts and a growth of dark hair coming down from his navel.
Then his pants fell to the floor. He smiled at her as he bent down and undid his shoe laces. Then he kicked off the pants and stood fast, still staring at her, still smiling, still hot. He took off one sock, then the other, and then stood in nothing but his shorts. Marvie could see the outline of his cock standing up and to the left of the center of the shorts. In a flash, she saw his cock-naked, swinging between his legs, thick, huge, the tip glistening with wetness. She gasped and sat up.
Mark kicked the shorts from his feet and planted his legs firmly on the floor, spreading them a bit so his balls hung freely between his legs. He knew that Marvie wanted to look and experiment, to feel and touch the biggest cock she had ever seen in her entire lifetime. He wouldn't force her, he would just stand there and let her play, let her do anything she wanted.
Marvie looked up as if asking permission, and Mark nodded, smiling. There were no words needed, they understood each other perfectly. Mark liked nothing better than to watch this almost virgin beautiful young girl trying to really suck a cock for the first time. He always dreamed of having this happen, of having a novice playing with his big dick, of having a cute young girl learn the art of sucking by trying it first on his dick. True, Marvie already had a cock in her mouth, but that had been by force, and she didn't even suck it that time, he just fucked her face, hurt her, made her feel ashamed. She almost choked on that awful cum the first time, but now it would be different, this time she would swallow it all because she wanted to, because she needed it.
She sat on the edge of the bed and Mark positioned himself just in front of her. His cock was only a foot from her face. She brought her hands up and touched the rosy red tip. She thought it looked just like the cock the guy was sucking in the apartment across the way, only this one was about four times the size. She lifted her hand and lightly ran her little finger all over it, down the length, over the tip, which caused it to jerk up and down a few times, and then down along the ridge and along the shaft to his balls.
"Go ahead, take it in your hand: it won't bite," Mark urged softly, his hands on his hips, watching all this from his standing position. He looked on as if the cock she were touching belonged to someone else, as if the cock were a person itself, as if he were a Peeping Tom who happened to find this girl and a huge cock. "Go ahead, wrap your hand around it," and she did so, although her fingers wouldn't completely close around its thickness. She pulled her hand down the length and then it grew a bit more and stiffened so now it was standing pointing directly at her, the tip only inches from her lips.
Besides her excitement and passion-her cunt was filled with cream and sending waves of wonder to her brain-she was curious and wanted to know things. She had always been that way, about everything, and sex was something she didn't know enough about. "How long is it?" she asked, almost shocked that she could do it so easily.
Mark was happy she asked. Sex was not only more exciting when people talked, he felt, but it was a great way to build up to fucking; it was great foreplay. And he loved it when girls talked about the size of his cock-he was massive and he knew it and was proud of it. "It's about ten inches long," he said. Just the stimulation of telling her this made it grow another inch.
"My God," Marvie said as she felt and watched the penis grow in her hand. "What a beautiful penis," she whispered, looking at the slit in the head which was now opened a little in front of her.
"Call it a cock."
Marvie said nothing. She knew all the words; she had either read them or heard them, but she had never said them. The little mother had told her of sex had been said with medical terms.
"Don't be afraid, Marvie. Say it... cock. It's a good word; it likes to be called a cock."
"Cock," Marvie said proudly. She giggled and then said it loudly. "COCK!"
"Yeah, that's it!"
"COCK! I love your big fat cock, Mark! I want to kiss your cock!" She said it and looked up again and stopped the giggling, Mark stared down at her and nodded. She looked up at him questioningly.
"Yes, Marvie, please kiss it. Kiss my cock."
She moved her head forward a bit and pulled the tip of his enormous organ to her lips. She kissed it lightly, directly on the little slit. The feeling was electric, the hot flesh of his cock meeting the warm wetness of her young lips.
She felt the muscles jerk and then, as she pulled her head back, she saw the large drop of white liquid on the tip, covering the slit.
"Take it, please, Marvie. Lick it up, there's more waiting in there for you, honey," Mark said, getting more excited by the moment. He wanted to see her lick his cockhead clean and then come back for more.
And that's just what she did. She placed her lips over the tip and licked with her tongue. The ball of cum rolled off into her mouth and she swallowed it and looked up again smiling.
"That's beautiful, baby," Mark said, getting more excited by the moment. "Now lift it up and play with the balls underneath. Feel them a little, lick them a little."
She did as she was told. She lifted his giant cock and held it pointing up his abdomen as she lightly cupped the balls in her left hand. She was amazed to find that they weighed so much and she wondered how he could stand them hanging there all the time-didn't they hurt? She also found out they moved with a force all their own when she held them in her hand. Mark was evidently loving it because he now was moaning softly and moving his hips back and forth. He grabbed his cock with his hands and Marvie now placed her arms around him and took each of his ass cheeks in her grasp.
She spread his ass as she moved her face forward and lightly licked his balls. Mark undulated as she did so and moaned. Marvie did it again.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful, yes, again, again," he said, urging her on for more. He was past the point of stopping himself now, he had to have whatever he wanted.
Marvie licked his sac over and over again.
"Feel my asshole, put your fingers on my asshole," Mark commanded, and Marvie did so. He gasped in pleasure as her fingernails ran over the hard cleft of his anus. She licked his balls again and he began beating his cock over her beautiful brown hair.
"Suck them, please, Marvie," he urged. She tried, but then pulled back.
"Please, take them in your mouth and suck them hard."
She looked up, directly under the massive head of his cock, and said, "I don't want to hurt you."
Mark brushed her hair back with the hand that was not around his cock. "Honey, it won't hurt-here, get on your knees, it'll be easier."
Marvie sank to her knees and Mark positioned his testicles right in front of her beautiful face. "Suck my balls, honey baby, suck them with all your might!"
Marvie placed her lips on his nuts and licked a few times-her entire body was shaking and her nipples were hard as granite-then she sucked and one of his balls floated into her mouth. She tried to get the other one in, but she couldn't seem to do it.
"Open your mouth wider," Mark said, moving his large hand up and down the shaft of his cock," "then suck real hard. You'll get them all the way in."
Marvie tried. She moved her head just beneath them and let them rest against her soft lips. Then she sucked in with all her might, pulling the air into her lungs, and his balls filled her mouth completely, leaving no room. She breathed through her nose in passionate gasps as she moved her tongue over the heavy globes. She could feel the wiry hairs of his testicles in her teeth and she sucked and then filled her mouth with air, which caused his nuts to move around. Mark was in heaven, moaning, feeling dizzy, afraid he was going to fall down. Marvie looked up only to see the outline of his huge cock with his hand moving faster than she had ever imagined over it.
After a few moments, she let loose and brought her head up. His balls hung there between his legs and dripped of warm saliva. Then she took his cock in her hands again and pointed it to her lips.
"That's it, honey, suck my cock! Suck my fat cock till it comes down your throat!" Mark pushed his hips forward and his prick met her lips and entered. That was all he did, that was all of the movement he had to make. The rest was up to Marvie.
She parted her lips and took as much of the cock as she thought she ever could-about five inches. She felt the hot tip at the roof of her mouth and closed her lips around it, letting her tongue slide up and down the thick shaft. Mark groaned and tightened his fists and held them in the air. He had to hold back-he could have come the very moment she took him into her hungry lips.
Marvie pulled her head back till just the rounded tip was in her mouth. She loved how the end of it fit so perfectly around her lips. It was as if her soft lips were made for just this position, just this function. She wanted never to take her lips from this place, from this feeling. She looked ahead, down the length of his heavily veined cock, to the dark thatch of coarse hair and she knew now why the fag across the hall had worn such a happy look on his face. She was loving every moment of it!
"Take it, more, some more," Mark urged softly, running his hands through her hair. He brought his fingers down to her lips and felt the ridge of his cockhead along her soft feminine lips and it sent shivers down his spine. Then she took more of it and he held her head, pushing on it gently, forcing only as much of the organ as she wanted to take.
She sucked back and forth, easily, beautifully, then pulled her head completely off it and gasped for breath. "Is it all right?" she asked timidly.
"Baby, it's beautiful! I'm gonna come, I don't think I can take it much longer."
"Will you do it in my mouth, Mark?" She was suddenly afraid he wasn't going to let her swallow it. She wanted to be sure.
"Yes! YES! Hurry, Marvie, I'm gonna come!"
Mark's entire body was shaking now as Mar-vie slammed her head onto his cock. She learned fast and took his massive organ as far into her throat as she could, sucking wildly, using her teeth and tongue and lips perfectly.
"I'm gonna fill you with hot cum!" Mark said, lost in passion. Marvie moaned.
She grabbed his knees and moved her naked breasts against his legs. He shuddered when he felt the nipples brushing his hairy legs. Then he called out, "Marvie, is your hand in your pussy?"
Marvie moaned and sucked harder as she moved her hand down between her legs and stuffed her fingers up her already moistened cunt. She felt the rivers flowing, the juices pouring out of her as they had never done before. She finger-fucked herself as her head bobbed back and forth. She could taste the initial drops of his cum and she wanted more, all of it, everything he had stored up in his huge throbbing balls.
"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh! MARVIE! HOLY FUCK!" His body shook and stiffened and his hands grabbed her head and held it still. There was a long moment where his cock jerked once and then stiffened as if it were about to bust. Marvie's head and lips were still as his words cut the air. She could feel the tip of his cock on the back of her tongue and she felt the slit opening and then another shudder and a sound from his body as if he had just let out the last breath that was in him.
"Marvieeeeeeeeeeee ..." His voice trailed off into a high whisper as his body was given to spasms and one of the greatest orgasms he'd ever experienced. His cock burst in her mouth, erupted, exploded! Her mouth filled with hot burning cum and she swallowed as fast as she could, but even so some of it trickled down her chin and fell to his swollen balls. He pumped spurt after spurt of manly fluid into her throat and she sucked it all down, never once choking or gagging.
She loved it-the feeling, the bittersweet taste, the knowledge that she had done well. She never wanted this massive organ to leave her, never wanted it out of her mouth. She had been fulfilled in the best way she had ever known and her dripping hand stuffed in her pussy was evidence to that fact.
She kept his cock in her mouth even as he moved to the edge of the bed and sat down-it was either sit down or fall down. His head felt light and he needed to rest. He lay back on the bed as Marvie knelt between his outstretched legs and sucked the remaining bits of cum out of his huge cock. Then she pulled her lips away and took it in her hand as it began to soften. She licked the cum from his balls and then again kissed the tip of his prick. Finally, she lay her head between his legs and closed her eyes.
A few moments later, Mark pulled her up onto the bed and knelt between her legs. "I want to fuck you so bad, Marvie ..." his voice trailed off as he applied loving kisses to her hard nipples. She wanted him too, but she was afraid, afraid it would hurt, afraid it would bring back those unpleasant memories.
"Love me, love me," she whispered, over and over. Mark's fingers parted the lovely forest of her mound and slid between the soft lips, into the honey pot, massaging with the juices of her womanhood. His other hand still held her breasts, tweaking the nipples back and forth, one and then the other. Was this her someday lover? The one she had so often imagined?
All of a sudden a tiny jolt of pain went through her body-the inside of her pussy still hurt a bit-and Carlos and Punk and Paul and Ron and Mr. McIniss roamed her mind and she stiffened her body. "Mark, I don't think we should ... not yet."
Why was she letting her fears get the best of her? She could have that erect cock in her, that beautiful big organ she had just sucked off. She could have a few moments of real passion and love before Jean returned. Why wasn't she going to take it? She didn't know. She began to cry.
"Honey, honey," Mark said, cradling her in his arms. "What's wrong? I promised I wouldn't force you."
"It's not that," Marvie cried, putting her head against his smooth chest. Suddenly she felt protected, as she always had when her father held her and comforted her. "I'm not ready for all this, I guess. I mean, I was brought up so sheltered and all I've ever done is masturbate. I'm afraid now, afraid of being physical, afraid of being hurt again."
"There, there, it wasn't so bad, was it? You liked sucking my cock, didn't you?"
"Oh, yes, I loved it! That's what I'm afraid of. I think I may like it too much! I mean it's everything I was told was wrong, and now I feel guilty. I guess I just have to get over my moralistic upbringing."
She stopped crying and relaxed in his arms.
Finally he kissed her on the forehead and said, "Marvie, we'll go slow. But both Jean and I knew it from the moment you came into our lives-we knew you were too beautiful to let go. You were made for this kind of life, a free swinging existence. You'll get into it and you'll love it, you'll see."
She believed him. She didn't know exactly what he meant, nor did she know what would be expected of her, but she trusted him as she would have trusted her father. She was scared still, and she knew she would always be looking for love more than sex, but she would try. After all, she wanted to be happy and she was a young, attractive woman with a strong sex drive. Why deny that? She wouldn't.
Again Mark put his head down to her moist pussy lips and kissed them. She lay back on the bed and let him play, let him find every little passage of her body. She knew they wouldn't fuck this evening, but she enjoyed his caresses and kisses all the same.
Mark licked the sides of her pussy and then slipped his tongue back inside. He licked the walls and spread them with his fingers, as wide as he could. He stared at the rosy pink lips, the budding little clit, the wetness. He kissed her fully on the open cunt and felt her wetness run down into his mouth like the dew from early morning flowers. She had the most lovely young pussy he had ever seen and his cock was rigid with excitement as he kissed it and smelled it and rolled his head over it.
Then he turned her over and brushed his lips over the alabaster buttocks. He spread them and heard her moan and then he kissed long and hard, directly beneath them. He flicked the end of his tongue lightly over her asshole and she instinctively spread her legs farther apart, allowing his mouth to get closer to her anal opening. Finally he forced his tongue up her, just a little, and she gasped in another newfound pleasure.
Then Mark knelt over her, his legs on either side of her body, facing her ass, his cock resting along her back, his balls cradled on the back of her neck. He moved his hips and felt the soft cushion of her hair under his testicles, her beautiful brown hair wound around his balls. He rubbed his cock up and down on her back as his tongue licked along her ass and down to the bottom of her pussy lips. She groaned at the heavy feeling of the rod pushing into her smooth back, and she desired it more than ever. Soon she would have that long cock deep within her pussy, deep in her womb.
"Marvie, I want to come again," Mark said, still rubbing his penis along her back. "Will you let me, can I do it on your beautiful back?"
"Yes, Mark, oh, yes!" Marvie squealed. The thought of his cum flooding her backside was exciting. She lifted his head so his asshole would also rub deep into her hair. He started pumping his cock harder and faster along her back as he dug his hands into the backs of her thighs and sank his tongue down into her virgin asshole.
"Yes, Mark, I want to feel it on me! I want to feel it between us!" Marvie was going crazy. She could only see the head of the bed and Mark's moving, kicking feet. She felt as if she were burning up and the fires in her cunt continued to build. Then his fingers reached down the inside of her spread legs and found her clitoris and began moving it, teasing it. She shuddered and knew she was going to climax.
Marvie kicked her feet on the bed as his knowing fingers dug into her pussy and played with her hard little nub. Her honey was flowing and she squirmed under the heavy weight of her body. The bed shook and heaved under Mark's undulations. Her back felt the outline of his tremendous cock cutting into it, pressing there, and she waited for it to burst forth with its milk.
"Oh, Mark! I'm going to come!" She cried out in pleasure, absolute pleasure, and she held her breath and thrust her head back to squeeze his balls with the back of her neck. His cock pounded into her back and pushed her down into the mattress. His tongue maddeningly worked in and out of her asshole. Then his fingers slipped all the way up her vagina and she climaxed into his hand.
Her cunt drained itself of her love juices. He was wet and his fingers were slippery inside her beautiful channel. She shook and began to cry again, hoping for the last ultimate bit of feeling -his semen floating between their bodies.
It happened almost immediately, as if her wish had suddenly been granted. She felt his cock stop moving and begin to pour forth with the warm wetness of his masculinity. It covered her back and rolled down her sides and glued their bodies together. His hairs were sticking to her back and his balls were nestled softly in the perspiration of her neck. He dropped her head into the pillow and cried. It was over. It had been sensational.
They dressed and had just entered the living room when Jean returned. She knew what had happened and confirmed it when she spoke to Mark alone in the kitchen a few minutes later. Jean told Mark to stay the night, for she had an idea. He was only too happy to oblige. More than anything, Marvie had heated him up for Jean. He wanted to sink his cock in her familiar pussy right there in the living room.
They all had drinks and talked more of their social group, which Marvie still didn't understand. "What kind of parties do you have?" she asked, after Mark suggested they have a party.
"Oh, fun parties. Where everyone is very free and honest with each other," Jean replied.
"Oh," Marvie said.
"Sometimes they turn into orgies," Mark said. Jean threw him a look of caution and warning, but he figured Marvie was ready for it.
"Oh," Marvie said, a little stronger this time. "How many people?"
"Depends," Mark said.
"It's rare, it only happened a few times. But we found it to be fun and very uninhibiting." Jean sipped her drink. She was still afraid Marvie wouldn't dig it.
"Sounds like it could be fun," she said, not really believing herself. She was still turned on and had the greatest desire to be fucked by Mark's magnificent cock. But she was also tired and afraid she'd only upset herself more by talking about it. She excused herself and went to bed.
Once she was in her room, Mark turned to Jean and asked, "What's your idea?"
"Want to fuck me?"
"Sure!"
"With the door open?"
"I'll fuck you anytime, anywhere. What do you mean?"
Jean grinned. "I want to leave the door open so she will hear us and come and watch."
"Fantastic. But do you think she'll really have the nerve to come and watch us?"
Jean smiled again. "Sure she does. She's as hot as a horny nun! She'll crouch down in the hall and masturbate her little cunt till she faints! She's in love with your cock, isn't she?"
"Yeah. I guess she'd like to watch us do it. Why don't we just invite her?"
Jean stood up and playfully knocked Mark on the head. "Dummy, you have to play games. Now come on and sink that beautiful cock into my hot cunt."
They went to the bedroom and made sure the door was wide open. In a moment they were fucking.
Marvie was having a rough time falling asleep. The moonlight streamed through the windows and she heard Jean and Mark walking past her door down the hall. Oh, how she envied her new girl friend! Mark would not only fuck her tonight, he would stay and hold her, sleep with her, and be there in the morning to kiss her as the new day began. How she wanted a man to do that! How she had longed for it!
All of a sudden she was certain she had heard a cry! She listened, then thought perhaps it was a cat outside the apartment building. Again, the cry, then a moan. No, now she was sure it was a woman's voice. She sat up in her bed and cocked her ears. The sound was coming not from the window but from beyond her door. Was Jean in pain? What was happening?
Marvie jumped out of bed and quietly opened her door. Now she not only heard the sounds of Jean's voice, but of Mark's as well. They were unmistakably making love.
Do I dare go out there? she thought to herself. She wanted to hear better-maybe she could even creep down the hall and stop at their door and listen. She could just picture them, in heat on the big bed.
She stepped into the hall and to her surprise found Jean's bedroom door standing open. She stood for a moment, trying to decide whether to stay or retreat back to her own room. She decided to stay, for the voices had grown louder and more passionate. She wanted to see what was happening.
She crept down the hall slowly, walking on her tiptoes in the soft white carpeting. When she neared the door, she fell to her knees and slowly peeped around it. There on the massive bed were Jean and Mark. Jean was lying with her legs wrapped around him, under his full weight. Mark's long cock slipped in and out of her beautiful womanly cunt and his balls shook above it. Marvie was watching from the foot of the bed, looking directly at their coupled genital organs. She stared in wonder.
Marvie lifted her nightgown and started playing with her pussy. She watched as the magnificent cock, which she had just sucked off two hours before, slammed in and out of her friend. She watched how Jean's beautiful hairy pussy clasped and pulled at the invading monster! She was kneeling there in wild fascination. She had never seen anything like it!
Jean said, "Oh, baby, fuck my cunt hard! Send every inch of that big thing down inside me!"
Mark moaned, "Jean, Jean, I love your cunt! I love your cunt!"
"Kiss me!" Jean commanded, and Mark did, slamming his cock all the way in her. She let her legs fall to the bed. Then he lifted up very high and again rammed his long organ down into her body. She cried out in pain and pleasure and Marvie saw his balls tighten, knowing he was ready for a climax.
Suddenly the bed started shaking and Mark moved his body so fast in and out of her cunt that Marvie saw only a blur of his cock and balls and her friend's hairy pussy.
"Oh, Jean, I'm gonna fill you up! I'm gonna cum in your beautiful cunt, you beautiful bitch!" Mark's words rang out in the stillness of the apartment. Marvie kept her hand in her wet pussy, breathlessly watching for the climax.
"Now, honey! Fuck me! Cum in me! Piss in me! Anything! Oh, I love you, I LOVE YOU!" Jean kicked her legs in the air and thrust her ass up so his cock sank all the way in her cunt.
"I'm COMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" Mark shouted and shook as his load filled Jean's womb. Marvie almost fell over she was so excited. She saw the cum squish out of Jean's cunt when Mark pulled his cock out a few inches, and then again when he shoved it back in. Their bodies collapsed together and they rolled over and over on the bed, moaning and groaning and kissing. Marvie crawled away and made it back to her bed. She was physically worn out! She slept well.
"I could go in today, Jean, I feel much better," Marvie said, sipping orange juice at breakfast the next morning.
"I told McIniss you'd be in on Monday, so you just take advantage of it!" Jean turned back to the stove and sneezed.
"Bless you," Marvie said.
"Catching cold?" Mark asked as he entered the room. Marvie was surprised to see him standing there in his undershorts.
"Morning, hon," Jean said, kissing him lightly on the cheek.
"Sleep well?" Mark asked Marvie.
She nodded. "Yes, very well," she said, sipping her juice again. She couldn't help but stare at the bulge in his crotch. She could even make out the line of his cock through the soft white material. Then he sat down, directly across from her.
"I'm late already, but I have to get coffee down or I'm shot for the entire day," Mark said, as Jean poured him a cup of steaming coffee.
"Jean just informed me I have another day of leisure ... another day of the flu," Marvie giggled.
"Go shopping or something. You don't have to stick around here all day long," Jean added, joining them at the table.
"I think I just may do that," Marvie added.
"You know what?" They turned to Mark. "We should have a picnic this weekend! Out on the edge of my dad's land!"
"Sounds great! We haven't been there since the day we went sledding in the winter," Jean said, delighted with the idea.
Marvie perked up. "Oh, I love picnics!"
Mark downed his coffee, stood up-again Marvie couldn't help but look at his near-naked body-and excused himself. The girls heard the sound of the shower running in a moment while they still sat at the breakfast table.
"I should go. I'll be late, too," Jean said.
"You know, I feel so good today! I wonder what it is?" Marvie's eyes twinkled.
Jean turned to her and said something she wasn't expecting. "Marvie, if I had watched a good fuck scene last night like you did, I would feel great today too!"
It took Marvie a few moments to recover. So Jean had known! Oh, she was suddenly so embarrassed she wanted to cry! Her face went red and she sat there in shocked silence.
"Marvie, stop looking like you've committed murder! I just happened to notice you by the door last night as I lifted my head one of the times Mark shoved his cock all the way up me. He sure knows how to fuck with that big thing, doesn't he?"
Marvie couldn't believe what she was hearing. She only nodded, not quite realizing what Jean had even asked.
"Listen, honey. I'm going to be very frank with you about sex because you're my friend. I need someone I can talk to openly, just as you did to me the day I found you walking along the street. I think it was great you watched Mark and me. I hope you liked it!" Jean finished her coffee, rinsed the cup in the sink, bent over and kissed Marvie on her forehead and left the room.
Marvie heard Jean call to Mark, telling him she was leaving for the office, and then she heard the front door closing. The shower stopped a moment later and she could hear Mark singing in the bathroom as he dried his body. Oh, how she desperately wanted to go in there and help him, how she wanted to take the soft towel and wipe his balls and cock dry. She resisted the temptation, however, still embarrassed about the previous evening. She wondered if Mark knew she had been kneeling there? She wasn't ready to find out, however. She went to her room and closed the door.
"Marvie, are you asleep?" Mark called from the hall a few minutes later.
Marvie didn't make a sound. She heard the door open and then close a moment later, and she knew Mark thought her to be fast asleep. She then heard the front door close again and she knew the apartment was empty.
She got up, stripped off her clothes, and went into the bathroom for a shower of her own. The wet towel that Mark had used was hanging on the rack. She picked it up and held it to her breasts. She loved the sensual feel of the cool cloth, knowing it had touched his strong body, knowing he had rubbed his cock and balls on it. She pressed it to her face, smelling his masculine scent, then brought it down her soft body to her love nest and rubbed it between the lips of her snatch.
She spied his bottle of Braggi cologne on the sink and poured some of it in her hand and rubbed it in the furry mound. It stung a bit when it touched her sensitive pussy lips, and again she brought the towel to her cunt and held it there. She smelled like him now, just like he had smelled when she had taken his mammoth cock in her mouth. She let a finger slide up her cuntal channel as she closed her eyes and imagined his beautiful big organ and how he had told her to call it a cock.
Finally, she pulled her hands away, dropped the towel, and started running the shower. She had shopping to do.