8 comments/ 12744 views/ 3 favorites Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 02 By: TheNaughtyCraftsman First I would like to apologize for the length of time with no activity. Real life reared its ugly head. Now that I can work on this a bit, I started working Chapter nine up, and went back through to check a few things, and found myself looking at some necessary edits. They are clarifications and streamlines mainly, with one foreshadowing element added. In the interest of full disclosure there are a couple of things that you should keep in mind when you read on. I started this with the initial premise and a completely non-sexual dog that you meet in Chapter six. The story made it into the middle of the second chapter, and I found that the characters decided that they were going to change the script so to speak. There are quite a few people that got mad at something that was a phantom wandering around in the drafty halls between my ears. I'm not sure about your fantasy world, but mine has no STD's. If I'm thinking about what it would feel like to do whatever to whoever, I'm not going to stop myself and find out if the mental picture has anything communicable. I would like to thank "takemeaway my love" for the assistance. Thanks for taking the time, and please feel free to comment through the Lit profile. TNC ************** It was already dark when Vanessa pulled into the driveway and she hit the garage door opener. She tried again and swore. The thing must be broke again and it was fairly new. She was still thinking about the opener when she unlocked the front door and flipped the light switch. Instead of the ceiling light, a single light came on in the middle of the dining room table. There was a box lit up and as she moved closer the blood drained from her face as the reality of what she was seeing sank in. Taped to the front of the box were her marriage license and a copy of the pre-nup. To one side was the framed wedding picture of her and Mark and on the other side was a laptop that came on showing the video that was shot last night. When she could tear her eyes from the screen, Vanessa slowly became aware of someone sitting in the dark corner behind the door. Reaching up to close the laptop she turned to face the only person it could be. "Mark, it's not what it seems," she tried. Silence. "Baby?" Silence. The words "purse" and "keys" were the only replies. Handing them both across to him she saw his face and flinched. She had never seen him like this and shrunk back against the table. Once the checkbook, credit and debit cards, phone and car keys were removed, the purse was thrown back at her feet. She waited, the silence worse than anything she could imagine, until she heard the disgust as he started speaking. "One of your boyfriends left a message while we were here cleaning; he's going to be late. Go ahead and listen, I'll wait," Mark said flatly. "Hey beautiful, I'm going to be late, can't get away from the house as soon as I thought. You can start without me though," the tiny voice from the machine said. She tried again, "Mark, it's not what it seems," as the tears started slipping down her face. "I was so alone," she sniffled. "Lonely?! Bullshit, you're just a whore that can't keep her fucking knees together," he hissed. "I found videos of a goddamned duty night for fucks sake and you were "LONELY?!" Mark appeared next to her, animosity radiating, as he picked up their wedding picture bringing it to her face. She flinched thinking that he was going to smash her face with the smiling photo, but she knew he would never be able to hurt her physically no matter how bad he wanted to. No, he brought it up so there was no way short of closing her eyes to avoid looking at it. "I treated you like a fucking queen, I would have done anything you asked, even died for you, and you did that," pointing to the closed laptop. "This," shaking the picture for emphasis, "obviously meant absofuckinglutely nothing to you." With that he threw the picture like a frisbee into the fireplace with everything else that could possibly remind him of the mockery she had made of their marriage. The glass shattered, adding to the pile at the bottom of the grate. Vanessa looked around now, able to see all of the bare spots where there used to be pictures of a smiling couple. "I found these," Mark said dragging her from her reflections. She glanced down and saw her rings in his rough hand, noticing for the first time that it was shaking. Reaching up, he snapped off the prong on the setting for the diamond in her engagement ring, driving the point into the meat of his thumb. Pulling the metal shard out, he dropped the bloody diamond in her palm, "you earned that, keep it." She saw him slip his band off his finger and heard the sound of metal on metal contact. Vanessa screamed as she saw his right hand streak by her head, blood flying and stumbled in his left hand. She looked up to see the kitchen shears embedded in the oak surface of the table, both wedding bands bent in oval shapes. The shears were still vibrating from being thrown when she heard, "pick up the box." She slid the box off of the table and numbly followed his fingers steering her against her back. He was leading her to the bedroom; that much was clear. As they passed the guest room she saw that it was empty but that thought was gone as soon as they went through the door to the master bedroom. Everything that had marked this room as hers was gone, as if she was never there. The bed was unmade and she did a double take, the mattress was gone as well. "You don't really expect me to use that after what you did on it, do you?" All she could do was shake her head and whisper, "no." "Open the box." She did and sucked in a surprised breath when she saw the contents. It was the "outfit" she had woke him up with the morning of the last underway and two of the largest vibrators she had ever seen. "Get dressed." Vanessa turned to go into the bathroom to change when Mark started laughing without a shred of humor, "Modesty, you're shitting me, right?" Turning her back she undid her blouse and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Even under the circumstances her nipples were getting hard and her pussy was starting to get wet. Unzipping her skirt she slipped her thumbs into her panties and pushed both them down to her ankles, bending at the waist until she was looking past her knee at Mark. He was looking at her with an expressionless gaze, waiting. She kicked off her heels and reached into the box for the stockings. She could smell her sex and knew Mark could as well. She glanced at him, same flat gaze. She sat on the box springs and could see her lips swelling and her clit poking out from its hood. Somewhere inside she thought she could still reach the sexual creature that was her Mark, and she did her best. Spinning a little, she faced him and spread her legs, pulling her labia apart exposing her inner lips. As she ran a finger along her clit she shivered and remembered the effect that the stockings had the last time she had worn them. Running her hands along her thighs, she pointed her toes and slowly pulled the stocking up her left leg, pausing long enough to swivel her hips, grinding her clit against her palm. As she repeated it on the right leg, she took a look at Mark only to see the same flat stare. She pulled the bra out and settled her breasts into the cups. She had always loved this one for the way it put her nipples on display. As she clasped it behind her, she arched her back, pushing them even further toward Mark. She reached into the cups to present her tits fully and squeezed, hard. She was unable to quench the moan as she rolled her nipples between her thumbs and fingers. Standing up, she placed the box on the floor and bent over to get the garter belt. Settling it over her hips and hooking it in place, she leaned over, reaching for her ankles, bending at the waist to smooth the silk up each leg. She fastened the outside straps and then slid her hands up her inner thighs. As she did, she slid two fingers into her soaking pussy, rubbing her dripping fingers along her clit in small circles dragging a shuddering moan from deep inside as she surprised herself by cumming. Her juices were already running down her thighs and her pussy was pulsing, needing something to grip as it reacted to her roaming fingers. Vanessa slid her feet into the black stilettos and posed for Mark. She knew she looked good, people told her all the time how sexy she was and she well remembered the world class fucking Mark gave her the last time she modeled this outfit for him. She pushed her ass back toward Mark and turned so he could see how hard he made her nipples. She shivered and hadn't felt this desirable since that morning so long ago. She knew that if she could get through to him, he would break down and fuck her senseless and everything would be okay again. Crawling up on the box spring, she arched her back and brought her heels up, framing her ass and pussy with the four inch spikes. Reaching back through her legs, she slowly spread the lips of her pussy with one hand while stroking and mashing her clit, gasping she called his name trying to entice him into giving her the cock she needed. "Mark, god baby, I need you to fuck me. Please, please fuck me so good. Shit, Mark I'm cumming again!" Vanessa had lost herself in the wanton feelings of lust she was experiencing. Reaching into the box she came out with a vibrator that had to be a foot long and could barely fit the head in her palm. Moaning, she rolled over on her back and splayed her legs open while running her tongue around the head, wishing it was Marks cock slamming down her throat. Watching him through slitted eyes, she slowly slid the saliva coated head over her nipples on the way to her aching pussy. Working the head through her swollen lips and over her clit she moaned and seated the huge head at the entrance of her aching cunt. Biting her lower lip, she grabbed the base of the dildo with both hands and pulled hard while slamming her hips up, shoving as much as she could inside her. She screamed wordlessly as she lost the ability to focus on anything but her need to fuck and the need to satisfy the itch deep inside her dripping pussy. As Mark watched he could see the hunger take her over. Vanessa looked up and rolled over holding the cock with both hands, placing the base against the bedsprings and slammed her hips down, impaling herself as deep as she could. She came again, causing a small gush of fluids to pool around the balls of the embedded phallus. Shivering and moaning she remembered the other dildo and without any urging eagerly started sucking it. Slipping the second dildo down her throat felt so fucking good. Now if she could just get Mark to crack. She glanced down and her eyes glazed over as she saw his cock standing out as it ran down the leg of his jeans; the huge head that she adored pushing against the soaked denim. Mark was only human; it was all he could do to stay motionless in the door watching as she begged him to use her for his pleasure. "Baby, please fuck me. Use me, FUCK, give me your cum, I'm your slut to use baby. Pleassssseeeeeee!" the last word drawn out as she came with another thunderous explosion. Vanessa knew what Mark wanted and spun around to face away from him, the shaft of the first dildo wedged into her stretched, drooling cunt. She reached down and could feel her labia stretched obscenely around the girth of the invading prick. Slipping the lubed head of the second dong against her swollen clit made her scream with pleasure. Setting it aside for the moment, she slid her fingers across the tight little bud of her asshole shivering as she knew what would finish the rest of Marks resolve. She dropped a large dollop of lube on her fingers and pressed them against her opening, reveling in the sheer eroticism of the act. Vanessa slid a finger into her ass, feeling it press against the shaft buried in her twitching cunt. Unable to contain herself, she added a second followed quickly by a third finger, rubbing the thin membrane between her two openings. Just as she was considering adding the forth finger, her body spasmed, her eyes rolling up in her head as she came close to passing out. When she came to, her hips were swiveling trying to shove more of the dong buried in her pussy deeper, unable to scratch the itch that only Mark had ever satisfied. She looked at him hungrily wishing he would give in and fuck her until she couldn't walk. She could see his beautiful cock pulsing in the confines of his jeans and his breathing was coming in gasps. "Goddammit Mark, fuck me you bastard! Please baby, I can't take it any more." With that, she lifted up, poised the second cock against her lubed asshole, and slowly wedged herself down, screaming as she shoved herself as far as she could go. She stayed still, adjusting to the stretching and started fucking both cocks at the same time. All she needed now was for Mark to fill her throat and she would be in heaven. She could see his hips shifting ever so slightly, watching HIS wife fucking herself for HIS pleasure. "You motherfucker, get over here and fuck my face. Jam that big cock down my throat baby. Please feed me that cum. Fuck I need you Mark." Mark had expected a lot of things, but never this. Anger, shame even embarrassment, but what the fuck was this, he wondered. He glanced up for the first time, straight into the camera in the corner that he and Amy had set up to head off any charges that Vanessa might have tried to bring up as a result of her punishment. He knew that Amy was watching from the garage after pulling Vanessa's car in and locking down the building. Vanessa had another screaming orgasm and slammed down on what had become the torture devices lodged inside her. She had to keep going, had to please her husband and lover. She wanted him to take her any way he would, all she wanted was his touch. Anything, even a paddle, as long as he was the one wielding it, was what she craved. "Mark, baby, please look at me." She saw him with his head back, the way he stood when he was trying to sort what was in his head. "Sweetheart, just let me hold your hand, please." She saw him look at her and for the first time since she walked in the door, she saw the Mark that she had fallen head over heels in love with and had given herself more completely to than he would ever know. Mark moved like a man fighting himself, and he literally was. His head was screaming at him to throw the bitch out of the house and his heart was shredded by the pain he saw in her eyes. It turned into a raging debate with one side screaming to remember what the cunt did, and the other just staring with wide eyes at the fragile creature sobbing uncontrollably. He walked that mental tightrope for what seemed an eternity. There was human nature and then there was "Mark" nature, and as far back as he could remember his human nature had always taken a back seat to the Mark side. Human nature was screaming for him to protect himself, but the Mark nature, his heart, was begging him to relent and help the lady that held his essence inside her. He felt himself irresistibly drawn to his knees, his hand reaching to smooth her hair back. When Vanessa felt his faint touch, her heart soared. She finally felt whole again and felt her heart over-flowing with relief as she sobbed harder, but it was happiness instead of misery. She felt his hands shaking as they pulled the dildos out, pulling her to his chest and carrying her to the softness of a mattress. He undressed her, cleaned her up and managed to get her into the only thing available; the shirt he was wearing. He sat with her, holding her hand until her sobs quieted and she passed into a dreamless sleep, never seeing the tortured look in his eyes. When he left the room, he pulled on a t-shirt and left a voicemail at Vanessa's office saying she wouldn't be in for a few days, and then left another for his department head. They needed to talk. Mark walked out and headed to the garage. When he entered, he saw Amy with her back to him sitting in his desk chair. As he tried to sneak closer, intent on scaring her like he had countless times before, he could see that she had one hand under her shirt and the other moving inside her pants, soft moans covering any sounds of his approach. He stopped and held his breath afraid to disturb her. Maybe it was all of the events of the day breaking down his defenses, but he noticed for the first time how gorgeous she truly was. Amy was more the all-American girl-next-door in contrast to the smoky bombshell that was Vanessa. If the ladies were cars, Vanessa was a Ferrari and Amy was a Corvette. She had shoulder length dirty-blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail focusing his eyes on the graceful curves of her throat and neck. She had what were probably b-cups with nipples that were standing up like fingertips. He couldn't see it right now, but he knew she had great legs and an ass to match. She had been a cheerleader in high school and college and had kept the bubble butt that seemed to fill her outfits, oh so well. Amy had been watching the events unfold, her emotions running the gamut from anger to fascination to lust; and could see why Mark was drawn to his wife. Vanessa was a sexual tempest surrounding a fragile core of vulnerability that had drawn Mark in like a moth to light. She had always known that he had an enormous capacity for nurture and love, but had never seen him act so conflicted. Her eyes were drawn to his growing erection and expanding wet spot as he witnessed Vanessa's punishment, at first incredulous that he could get excited with what had happened, then the same feelings at how he could possibly restrain himself in the torrent of sexual energy flowing from his wife. Amy continued following the progress of Mark's internal battles, surprised that she found one of her own running in parallel. She had always had feelings for Mark, but thought that it was from her helping him through so many of the trials that had afflicted him throughout his life. When they met, he was a gangly seven year old rolling in the dirt trying to beat up the bigger, stronger nine year old Jack, who had insulted Ms. Jenkins, Mark's second grade teacher. Amy had stepped in then and had been in his corner every step, filling in as the big sister that he never had. He and Jack had become best friends and between the surrogate siblings Mark had made it through things that would have crippled most adults, let alone a child, transforming himself into one of the finest men that she knew. Mark appeared as a confident and outgoing man, easy to get to know and able to talk to anyone, but the Mark she knew was insecure and intensely private. Amy could count on one hand the number of people that he had ever let inside his armor, of which his mother and uncle were two. However, once inside, he would stop at nothing to try to help those that he had befriended and had taken responsibility for in his mind. The stubborn, self-sacrificing Mark was fully present as he shifted from avenging demon to guardian angel before her eyes, bringing her feelings flooding into focus with a startling clarity, scaring her with the intensity. He must have made a noise, causing her to turn her head. When she saw him she froze for a heartbeat before launching herself into his arms, attacking his mouth with her lips. Her tongue slipped into his mouth in a frenzy of passion feeling her control slip away as his tongue fenced with hers. When he sucked her into his mouth and started lightly nipping, she moaned into his mouth, overwhelmed by the passion coursing through her. She had her arms around his neck pulling him to her and was stretched up on her toes trying to reach his mouth. He reached down, grabbed her ass and pulled her up to his waiting lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him as they continued in the most passionate kiss she had ever experienced. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 02 Mark carried her to the bench and sat her down, freeing his hands to caress her face and pull her hair out of the holder, running his hands through it while continuing their kiss. His hands slid down her back finding, nothing obstructing his caressing touch. Amy must have been in too much of a hurry this morning to put on a bra and he had been too distracted during the day to notice. He could feel her nipples pressing into his chest as she rubbed them in small circles, re-lighting the fire in his groin. Amy squeezed her legs tighter, shifting her soaking pussy against his hardening cock, biting her lip and moaning as she started humping her hips to get more pressure on her clit. She pulled back from his lips and looked deep into his eyes seeing them closely for the first time in ten years. They were full of passion, need and love but she still couldn't say what color they were. All she knew was that they held her transfixed, waiting breathlessly for his touch. Mark leaned in and brushed her lips with the smallest little flicks of his tongue, making her pant while she waited for him to take her mouth again. He took her head in his hands and started trailing light kisses across her eyes and cheeks, slipping along her jaw line until he got to her neck. He stopped to breathe in her scent, a light spicy perfume overlaying her natural aroma that he couldn't seem to get enough of. It intoxicated him as he savored the taste and feel of her skin. Amy was in heaven as Mark covered her neck in kisses and nibbles. Mark knew all of her ticklish spots and used them to drive her insane with lust. He made love to each part of her in ways no other person ever had. As he got to the buttons of her thin cotton shirt, he kissed each button open, exploring every new inch of her like a present. That continued until he was circling her belly button with his tongue, completely bypassing her breasts and screaming nipples. "Umm, hon, you missed something and they are a little jealous. Can you please come back up here and help the girls out?" "I missed something? Right you are Miss, anything for a damsel in distress." "Oh god; am I in distress! Please love my tits, baby" Never one to want to disappoint a lady, Mark trailed his tongue back up the left side of her stomach and chest, running circles around it in an ever tightening spiral with her left nipple as the target. Just as he got there, he pulled back and blew across the tight nub making Amy growl in frustration. He did that twice more until he saw her reaching for a screwdriver, a wicked gleam in her deep blue eyes, and relented. He reached up and slid her shirt off of her shoulders and admired her firm tits. They weren't the largest he'd seen, but they were beautiful and fit her body perfectly. Mark palmed her left breast while his lips attacked the right one. He opened wide and sucked her breast into his mouth while mashing her nipple against the roof of his mouth. Keeping the suction, he pulled back slowly, letting his teeth scrape at her aroused tit until he had her areola between his teeth. He nipped the full length of her nipple, surprised it could swell more, then pursed his lips and drew it into his warm mouth. Sucking it past his teeth, he batted the tortured nub with his tongue, as he rolled and pulled the left one. Amy wrapped her hands in his hair, first to keep his talented lips on her tortured nipple, but then to steer them to the rest of the places that needed the attention she craved. As she pulled his head to the other nipple, Mark trailed soft kisses and nipples through her cleavage and started the torturous journey around her breast. Amy growled and shoved his face into her right tit, pushing her nipple past his lips. "Mark, I can still reach that screwdriver," she panted. "Shit that feels so good." With his mouth occupied with Amy's tits, Mark let his hands wander down across her hips to grip her ass. He pressed her against his cock, the two layers of denim frustrating them, but neither was willing to break off what they were doing to remove the offending fabric. He started grinding into her, causing the seam of her jeans to shift across her throbbing clit. The pressure was all it took to set off a twitching orgasm for her. Amy strained against him, her hands mashing more of her excited nipple into his mouth and her heels pulling his hips into hers. She could feel her pussy get wetter as she twisted and gasped against Mark as she came harder than she had in years. Using his hair for leverage she pulled him back to her mouth and finished her orgasm groaning around their dancing tongues. Once she caught her breath, Amy reached down and pulled Mark's shirt over his head, her fingers tracing the muscular contours of his back and then his chest and stomach. Leaning forward she started trailing little sucking kisses along his neck and collar bones on her way to his chest. She started dragging her nails across his back just as her mouth reached his nipples, drawing a groan from deep inside Mark as his arousal spiraled higher. Mark reached under Amy, cupping her ass and lifting her off the bench, carrying her to the couch. Setting her on her feet, he went to his knees, pressing her soaked crotch into his eager mouth, gnawing the denim and drawing an excited gasp in reward. Unzipping her jeans, he hooked his thumbs through her panties and jeans sliding them both into a heap around her ankles, pulled them from under her feet and threw them over his shoulder. She was shaved smooth, her lips swollen and glistening with her arousal. Amy could feel her pussy twitching as she saw Mark looking at her, wanting his lips to drive her over the edge. The first orgasm had shocked her with both the quickness and intensity. It always had taken much more attention and time before, and she was close to a second one already. All it would take is one touch of his tongue and she would explode. With that in mind, she hooked her right leg around his neck, opening herself to him and tried to draw his face into her dripping pussy. "Mark, please baby, make me cum," she said, her voice dripping with lust. Mark turned his head and licked her wetness from her thigh, drawing in a deep breath, reveling in her scent. Every sense was aroused and he felt like he would shatter from the intensity. Gripping her ass, he helped her stay upright as he started nipping and sucking her thighs working his way up to the crease of her thigh. With feathery licks he worked his way up along the outside of her quivering cunt drawing gasps and grunts from her as he tortured her with his tongue. Amy was in heaven and in hell simultaneously. Mark was taking her to new heights of arousal and desire, but the asshole was teasing her unmercifully, and the screwdriver was on the bench. Not only was she held firmly in place at the mercy of his talented mouth, but there was no way that she would consider breaking that contact now that he was so close. If she did, it would probably take twice as long to get his face back where she needed it. With that in mind she grabbed the back of his head and twisted her hips into his mouth before he could get away again. "Oh fuck Mark, eat me you fucker and if you tease me again, I'll kill you in your sleep. First I'm going to use that beautiful cock, THEN I'll kill you," she growled through clenched teeth. Mark hadn't expected the sneak attack and found himself with a mouthful of smooth, wet pussy. Slipping his thumbs underneath, he spread Amy's lips apart and licked the length of her pussy, drawing a strangled gasp from deep inside her as she shuddered against his mouth. Her clit was swollen, pushing its hood back and was a bright shade of red. Considering the mood Amy was in, Mark skipped the teasing flicks that tried to take over his tongue and without warning sucked her clit, hard. With a shriek, Amy clamped Mark's head against her with both hands, threatening to smother him in her depths. She flooded his chin, and although he tried to catch all of it, her juices covered most of his face from the way she was grinding against him as she came. Her remaining support turned to rubber and Mark had to catch her to keep from falling as she lost herself to the feelings that he had managed to find deep inside her. Mark gathered her to him and lay back on the couch, her smaller frame on his chest as he wrapped her in his protective and warm embrace. As she slid back to the present she was struck by the air of calm and serenity that he had. Even with all that had happened he still had the ability to think of her needs and wants first. Amy turned to look at Mark, the passion still burning through her and kissed him with a hunger that shocked her. She NEEDED to please him which shocked her more. She had never felt that way before, but didn't question the reaction. Kissing her way down his stomach, she palmed his swollen balls where the jeans had cupped them, dragging her teeth along the hard shaft running down his leg. She inhaled the aroma of the fresh spot where his pre-cum had soaked through, the smell intensifying her hunger. Amy nibbled the engorged head through the soaked denim, tasting his pre-cum as she undid his jeans and yanked them down his legs and over his feet. With a grin she threw them over her shoulder and saw his throbbing cock as it pulsed in time with his heart. Pulling her hair behind her so he could watch, she licked the length of his shaft, stopping just under the head, flicking her tongue. Looking up into his eyes, she slipped the head past her lips, hollowing her cheeks with the suction, drawing a gasp and a moan as he was lost in the sensations of her mouth. Knowing there would be a chance for more later, Amy pulled the head out of her mouth with a pop and crawled her way up along Mark's legs. Putting her right hand on his chest for balance, she gripped his cock in her left, stirring the big head through her sopping wet pussy and shuddered as she rubbed in circles around her throbbing clit. As Mark placed his hands around her hips she settled down onto the head and forced the walls of her quivering pussy apart. Amy paused, getting used to the intrusion and slowly pushed further onto him. There was still an inch to go when she felt him bottom out against her cervix as she felt her next orgasm welling up in her. Mark was in heaven. After the horrors of the day, he was making love to the lady that had always been the second love of his life, after his mom, Vanessa being a very close third. With Amy he had the closeness of the bond formed through over twenty years of closeness and love. When she had slipped him inside, he thought he was going to cum but held on so she could finish as well. That control was almost torn from him when she started swiveling and twisting her hips trying to get the last inch of his shaft inside her. He could see her lust glazed eyes flare just before she shoved her hips against him, stuffing the swollen head of his cock past the tight ring of her cervix, screaming as she sat with him buried completely. He had to bite his lip to avoid the orgasm that he was barely holding at bay. Once she was more comfortable she started rocking the head around in the mouth of her cervix, amazed at the feeling, never having been filled like that before. She felt one of Mark's hands on her nipples and the other on her clit as it started rubbing it in circles, pushing her to the brink and making her gasp and moan. "Mark baby, cum with me, fill my pussy with that sweet cum. Coat my pussy. Shit, I'm cummmmiiinnngggg!" All Mark could do was hold onto Amy's hips as she started hammering against his throbbing cock with her fluttering cunt. He felt her nails dig into his chest and her fluids soak his balls as she screamed in ecstasy, pushing him over the cliff as well. Gripping her hips, Mark started pistoning into her as he unloaded the pent up cum that only an enforced absence of four months at sea could build up. He filled her womb and pussy, and then felt the overflow mixing with her fluids as they flowed across his already sodden balls. Spent and unable to do anything but gasp for air, Amy sank into Mark's arms, content for the first time in years. There was no place that she could imagine that would be better than being wrapped in his strong embrace, listening to his heartbeat and breathing in his scent. The fact that she was still clenched around his gorgeous cock was a big plus in her mind as well. He was running his hands in sweeping arcs from her ass to her shoulders, stopping occasionally to run his hands through her hair and lightly kiss the top of her head. Mark had always loved Amy's hair and as a little boy had wanted to brush it and run his fingers through it. Something about it soothed him when his world went to hell and he was remembering those times now. The feel of her skin against his was that feeling times one hundred. He felt like he was in the eye of a hurricane, Amy's presence bringing him to a place of calm in the shitstorm that was his life. "What am I going to do Amy?" Mark said after he had calmed down. Amy lifted up, leaning her crossed arms against Mark's chest and rested her chin on them. She stretched up to kiss him and lowered her head back down, obviously trying to work out what she wanted to say. "You mean what are we going to do, right?" placing the extra emphasis on the "we". "Uh, yes?" "Yes." Amy said and looked at him with a look that would have worried him before, but it was hard to worry with her naked body pressing down on him, filling him with contentment and peace. They had always been able to finish each others sentences and could say more with a mutual glance than some people could with a thousand words. He knew what was coming next before she did and smiled. "Mark," Amy started. "I love you too Amy. I always have." Mark interrupted. She started smiling when Mark interrupted, her face blossoming with joy knowing deep within what he was thinking. Leaning up, she pressed her lips to his again letting her tongue press gently through his lips, sighing when he returned the pressure. Mark smiled as they broke the kiss and tried again. "What are we going to do now?" "I need to go," was as far as Amy got before he cut her off. "I need you here, please stay," Mark said. "I just wanted to go back to the house to grab a few things and cleanup, then I'll be back, I promise sweetie, I'm not running off. And don't even think about trying to run me off either." "Let me check on Vanessa and I'll run you to your place. We both need to get cleaned up and she needs to sleep." Amy was amazed at the lack of animosity in Mark's actions. She had worried when he told her what he had planned for Vanessa's return, knowing that she had never seen him that out of control and only agreed to act as a second set of eyes if things got ugly. She never imagined that things would travel the path they had, for either of the ladies in his life. Each had received a part of him tonight, one his heart and the other his soul. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 03 First I would like to apologize for the length of time with no activity. Real life reared its ugly head. Now that I can work on this a bit, I started working Chapter nine up, and went back through to check a few things, and found myself looking at some necessary edits. They are clarifications and streamlines mainly, with one foreshadowing element added. In the interest of full disclosure there are a couple of things that you should keep in mind when you read on. I started this with the initial premise and a completely non-sexual dog that you meet in Chapter six. The story made it into the middle of the second chapter, and I found that the characters decided that they were going to change the script so to speak. There are quite a few people that got mad at something that was a phantom wandering around in the drafty halls between my ears. I'm not sure about your fantasy world, but mine has no STD's. If I'm thinking about what it would feel like to do whatever to whoever, I'm not going to stop myself and find out if the mental picture has anything communicable. I would like to thank "takemeaway my love" for the assistance. Thanks for taking the time, and please feel free to comment through the Lit profile. TNC ********** Amy knew she would never change his mind so she gave in. Mark was even more protective of her than she was of him. He was in ninth grade and had to be pulled off of her boyfriend. Shane had shoved her down after she pissed him off and Mark knocked him out and had to be stopped before he did real damage. The upside was she had never had to deal with any other assholes putting their hands where they didn't belong and Mark had a steady stream of seniors wanting dates. After another toe curling kiss, Mark slid off the couch and went in search of their clothes. He came back with a hot towel, cleaned her up and helped her dress, and then he headed into the house. He padded to the guest room and found Vanessa sleeping peacefully looking as beautiful as the day they met. He had no clue what was going to happen in the morning, but for now she was at peace. On his way back out he saw the answering machine light blinking and hit the button. "All of the errands you wanted me to do are done and I'll see you in the morning," came Scott's voice, bringing a chuckle from Mark. He couldn't wait to see his friend's reaction to the way events had unfolded. He also wanted to see the bastards in the pictures pay. Amy had finished locking up the garage and met him as he came out on the back porch. She slid her arms around his waist, loving the way it felt to be surrounded by his arms and love. After another long, heart-felt kiss they headed to Amy's house that she shared with her brother. When the front door closed, Amy pinned Mark against it with a growl, yanking his head down so she could kiss him again. She slid her hands into his jeans and started rubbing his cock, feeling it start to harden, filling her palm. Pulling away, she turned and kicked her shoes off, undid her pants, and slowly pushed them down until she was looking at Mark between her legs. As she looked, she ran her hands up the back of her legs until they reached her ass and gave it a playful slap and squeeze. She knew Mark loved her ass and she displayed it and her swollen pussy for his hungry eyes. Her shirt only reached the top off her cheeks giving Mark a perfect view as she started swaying toward the back of the house and the shower. "C'mon baby, let's take a shower." Not waiting for an answer she continued walking through the house, feeling his eyes on the exaggerated movement of her hips. She knew that Mark was following, but still jumped when his cock poked against her ass and his hands went under her shirt to wrap around her tits. Amy placed her hands over his, pressing his rough palms against her hard nipples, letting out a small moan, grinding her ass against his hardening cock. Looking back she saw a trail of his clothes through the house and stepped into the bathroom. When Amy leaned over to start the water, she felt Mark's cock slide upwards through her cheeks, the head rubbing against her hips and low back trapped between their bodies. He bent his legs to rub the underside of his cock against the bud of her asshole. She could feel the wetness of her pussy and squeezed her thighs together to put pressure on her swollen clit. Mark grabbed her hips, slowly stroking, enjoying the feel of her firm ass as it hugged his reinvigorated shaft. Rotating his hands forward and down, he slid his hands down over her hipbones until he reached her soaked pussy. While his fingers felt the swollen outer lips he reached down until he cupped her mound in his palms, spreading her apart with his thumbs. Dipping his thumbs into her wetness, Mark started rubbing her clit, while his fingers stroked the length of her swollen lips. "Mark, that feels so good, baby," Amy sighed. Amy leaned back against his chest and reached behind her to wrap her arms around his neck, arching her back, pressing her tits out hoping Mark would pay attention to her swollen nipples. He didn't disappoint and he brought his wet fingers up, smearing her juices over them, offering his fingers to her lips to clean. She eagerly sucked them, tasting herself, causing her pussy to clench as her orgasm neared. Mark turned Amy around and knelt between her feet, running his tongue around her wet nipples, sucking her wetness from each. He slid two fingers inside her pussy and curled them under her pubic bone and caressed the roof of her pussy finding her raised g-spot. He felt her shudder when he started pressing and rubbing the nub, his mouth still hungrily sucking her nipples. When he slid his thumb over her clit, Amy slid one hand into his hair pressing him into her tits and the other went to his shoulder, her nails digging in when her orgasm took her. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming again baby, suck my tits, I love you Mark," Amy screamed, feeling her pussy clench around Mark's fingers. He kept stroking in small circles until she was too sensitive and then drew her against him, his face in her hair and his arms wrapped around her protectively. "I love you too Amy," Mark said and lowered his lips to hers for an unhurried but passionate kiss. Amy drew Mark's tongue into her mouth as he caressed her lips and tongue, sucking her lower lip while nibbling it. He backed Amy against the wall next to the shower and slid his right hand up into her hair, pulling her mouth tighter against his. Amy broke away gasping, for air first, and then from the way her body was responding to Mark's lips. She stepped into the shower pulling Mark after her, feeling his strong hands stroking and caressing her neck. She was in heaven, his fingers coupled with the sensations that the water hitting her nipples was causing, had her purring. When his hands reached her ass, she leaned back against him causing him to slide his hands around and up her body. Mark cupped her tits and shifted them so the nipples would get the full benefit of the water, rolling and twisting them as the constant pressure of the stream pushed her higher still. Amy was gasping and grinding against his hard cock, trying to get it inside her again, but he had other ideas and hers would have to wait. He stepped back, leaning against the wall of the shower, pulling her with him. Using the fingers of both hands to spread Amy's pussy, Mark shifted her so the flow of water was pounding against her swollen clit. Amy's eyes flew open when her pussy started clenching, another rippling orgasm sped through her shaking body. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," those being the only recognizable words coming from her mouth. Mark held her in place, extending her orgasm, torturing her body while it responded to the continued pressure of the shower head. She tried to shift away from the water, but was held in place, his hands holding her in the hell of too much ecstasy. When she thought she was done, Mark leaned down and sucked her neck just under her ear while he stroked both thumbs against her clit. Amy was reduced to a mass of tingling nerves and clenching muscles. Mark knew her spots and she must have blacked out when his thumbs hit her clit the last time. All she could remember was her body convulsing with the most explosive orgasm she had ever had. She felt her pussy flutter and then felt a gush of fluids that soaked her legs to her feet. Next thing she knew she was sitting on the floor of the shower with Mark holding her, a look of concern on his face. "Are you ok sweetheart? Mark asked the worry evident in his tone. "God yes baby. I don't know what you did to me, but you better remember it, I'm going to need it again...later!" The last was a growling expletive when Mark started shifting her back to the water. "I was just trying to help out a lady," Mark said with his most innocent tone and look, drawing an evil grin and laugh from Amy. "Innocent my ass," Amy said laughing. She shifted in Mark's arms and felt his cock pressing into her side. Spinning in his arms, she slid her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. When she stretched her neck to kiss him, she rose up and felt the head of his cock dragging along her lips. When it was pressed against her opening, she shifted her hips down and felt the head push her pussy open, stretching her. Matching the rhythm of her hips and tongue, she made love to his mouth and cock simultaneously. Amy slid up until the head was cupped inside, then with a twist of her hips swirled Mark's cock back into her, the motion massaging both her g-spot and her clit. She started speeding up, her hips slapping against his thighs, causing her tits to bounce and jiggle. Mark pressed his hands into her shoulders and leaned forward to capture a nipple as it danced in front of his face. She slid her legs around his back, locking her ankles and pulled him deeper into her dripping pussy. Wrapping her arms tightly around Mark's shoulders, she slid one hand up to run her fingers through his hair, and kissed him deeply while she massaged his embedded cock with the walls of her pussy. Mark could only gasp into Amy's mouth as she milked him using the muscles in her soaked cunt. He tried to move his hands to her hips to give him some room to thrust, but was stopped with a growl and a nip on his lower lip. Chuckling, Mark obediently went back to enjoying the massage his cock was getting. Pressing her swollen nipples into his chest pulled a moan from Amy and drove her close to an orgasm that she was amazed to feel building. She had never responded to anyone like this, at best she had cum twice in an evening, at worst she was left frustrated by having to depend on her vibrator and fingers, finishing what her date had been unable to. She pulled back from the kiss to look in his eyes, the lust and hunger clearly evident in hers, and saw the same emotions flooding from his as well. Mark's orgasm was building while Amy sat in his lap, his throbbing cock buried to the hilt. When Amy looked into his eyes, he felt his excitement pick up speed, the smoldering look helped but it was the way her pussy reacted when she stared at him. Her walls started twitching and she got wetter, the heat growing as she got closer to cumming. Mark wanted to wait for her but was so very close to losing control with his sexy lover milking him. "Oh god, Amy, that's incredible sweetheart, milk my cock," making his cock bounce and dance inside her. Mark was rewarded with a look of pure lust and Amy squeezed one last time, falling into the orgasmic abyss. When she started shuddering and clenching, Mark felt his control shatter and screamed, depositing load after load into her pussy, his arms holding her tightly to him while she rode out what looked and felt like a mind blowing orgasm. Amy couldn't believe the sensations that came from Mark pulsing his cock and only paused long enough to get lost in his blue eyes, her orgasm crashing through her. "Mark," was all she could manage to say, although the notes she hit should have shattered glasses in the kitchen. She felt Mark's cock thicken and lengthen as he grunted, emptying himself into her waiting pussy, propelling her orgasm further into space. With his arms wrapped around her lovingly, she let go of herself fully for the first time and surrendered to the feelings; heart and pussy. The water in the shower was starting to cool, rousing the two lovers from their sex induced stupor. Both were thankful that the house had a large hot water heater and it wasn't winter. There was still enough to allow for a thorough cleaning of all of the "good spots" and to wash each other's hair. "Ain't technology great?" Mark quipped. "I'm not sure about the technology, but that was one of the best showers I've had in years," Amy answered with a giggle. Mark blushed and mumbled under his breath. Amy saw the flush on his cheeks and was a little surprised that she could still do that to him. She also wanted to know what her best friend, protector and now lover had said. "What was that?" Amy asked. "Nothing." Mark was staring at the floor, seemingly not wanting to meet her eyes. Scared that she had either made him mad or that he was having second thoughts, Amy placed her hand on his cheek; bringing his eyes to meet hers. "Mark, what is it? Did I do something wrong?" Amy asked with a nervous tremor in her voice. Mark looked up quickly, hearing the vulnerable tone and felt his heart melt when he saw the look in her eyes. "No baby, you didn't. It was just that you were, and still are, out of my league and I guess it's just that I'm afraid I'm going to wake up and find out this was another dream. You were always my dream girl and I still can't believe that you would want to be friends, not to mention lovers." Mark took a breath and continued, "plus, I can't..." "Mark, baby look at me," and waited until his gaze traveled up her body to her eyes. When she was sure she had his undivided attention, she continued on, "yes you can, we made it through stuff a lot worse than this before. And if you think I'm going to leave you alone to deal with this mess, you're wrong and don't know me as well as I thought you did." Amy waited for some response but getting none, she went on. "Out of your league? No hon, not even close. You were my knight when I needed rescuing, my conscience when I needed one and the best listener that I could ask for. I saw the string of girls that threw themselves at you and wished one of them was me. You seemed like you were the senior and I was the blushing freshman hoping you would pick me over the rest." Amy's eyes had misted over while she talked and a tear rolled down her cheek. Reaching up, Mark caught it on his finger, hating to see her hurt no matter the cause. It hurt doubly bad that he might have played some part in causing that pain. "I never knew," Mark said. "After Shane, you seemed so distant and I thought you saw me as a kid, a friend, a good one sure, but a kid none the less. Just for the record I think I probably was the most popular "girl" in school. Every time a girl had a problem it seemed like they looked me up. I think I hit the "too good of a friend to fuck" record my junior year. Guess it was all the time with just me and mom". It was Amy's turn to stare. "You mean you didn't." she started, her words trailing off. "Nope, nary a sniff. Guess that might have been considered sleeping with a girlfriend, but seriously, I could say I wished it was different, but I think I got the best out of it. I had almost every girl's phone number and spent more time with them than their boyfriends." "So who was your first?" she asked. "It was Tanya after that ambush on my eighteenth birthday but I guess I was still an "emotional virgin" though. Vanessa got that cherry, although..." Amy reached out and drew him into her arms, rocking him the way she had that night sixteen years ago, holding him close and letting him know she was there for him. "Let's get back to the house and see about some sleep. I'm afraid tomorrow is going to be pretty rough and you look exhausted." Mark had to admit he was running on fumes, but doubted rest would be coming his way tonight. Getting to his feet, he helped Amy up and followed her shapely ass out of the bathroom. She stopped in Jack's room to get Mark a clean pair of shorts and tee shirt, and then continued on to her room to get the things she needed for the night. Amy watched Mark get dressed and noticed that the head of his cock was just a couple of inches from peeking through the leg of the shorts. When she looked up, Mark was smirking at her and she noticed the dark circles and weariness on her lover's face, mentally scolding herself. He looked like he would fall over at any time and she was thinking about throwing him down on her bed so he could revisit the place only he had reached so far, the oh so recently ransacked seat of her emotional cherry. Amy had dated in high school and college, but rarely did it go past kissing and some heavy petting. There was one time in college when she thought she had found the person for the rest of her life, until she caught him screwing his history professor in the lecture hall after class. That was her junior year and the day that winter break started, needless to say, she was an emotional wreck when she walked into her mom's living room. She had come in, closed the door and leaned her head against it trying to control her feelings, not seeing Mark and Jack in the den. Jack was concerned and Mark was livid, wanting to know what "fuckstain", better known as Steve, had done this time. Shaking with the effort to calm himself, Mark had wrapped her in his older seeming arms and pulled her to the rocking chair that had been her grandmother's, put her head against his shoulder and rocked until she fell asleep. Her mom had heard the commotion and went to check on her daughter, but Jack stopped her and pointed to the chair holding his best friend, her daughter and her honorary youngest son. The Swanson family knew about the connection the two shared, but marveled at the depth of the connection between Mark and Amy when they saw it displayed; Jack and his mom left the two alone. Amy woke up in her bed and found him sitting at the side of the bed, her small hand in his. He was looking out of the window deep in thought and she took the chance to take a look at the changes that a senior year inevitably brings. His face had swapped the last vestiges of childhood for angles and planes. With Amy being a cheerleader and Jack a starting linebacker, Mark had become both squads' mascot. He had grown into his frame, the workouts started with Jack and the football team, and the martial arts training paying off in an extra thirty pounds of muscle since she had taken the time to look. His eyes seemed like they belonged to someone older by far than his eighteen years, but she guessed they were given everything he had been through. Mark's jaw muscle was twitching as he sat with Amy. He couldn't bear to see her hurting, and it was all he could do to not discuss the matter with good ole Stevie, but that could wait. For now he wanted to make sure she was ok and that waste of flesh hadn't done what he feared. He must have sensed a change in her breathing and looked down into the blue pools that were her eyes, trying to hide the emotional tug-of-war that was occurring behind his own slate gray eyes. "Hi," Amy said quietly. "You didn't have to stay like this, I'm not sick." "Did he hurt you?" His tone was flat to anyone else, but she heard the undertones. "Not physically, hon, not physically," tears welling up in her eyes, each one ripping a new hole in his heart. Mark slid onto the bed and opened his arms. Amy slipped into his embrace and found fresh wonder at how he could calm her with his hugs the way he did. He didn't say anything, content to wait. Amy finally told him about catching her now ex-boyfriend with the professor, failing to notice the way he stiffened against her chest, losing herself in the pain of the morning's event. Hearing their voices, Amy's mom poked her head in to check on her daughter, saw the tears and the hug the two confidants were sharing and started to back out of the room. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 03 "It's ok Mrs. Swanson; I need to get back to the garage. I've got mom's car on the rack and I want it on the road for the break." "Mark, how many times have I told you to call me Maggie?" Maggie's husband had died and she had never seen a reason to remarry. "Three that I can think of Mrs. Swanson," he answered with a laugh as he dodged the swat that was headed his way. "Ok ok ok, Maggie," drawing a giggle from Amy and an exaggerated sigh from her mom. "Are you sure, Amy?" Mark asked the question again. Amy nodded, "yes Mark, positive." "Ok then, I need to get moving. Are we still on for tomorrow then Mrs., ummm, Maggie?" Mark had invited Maggie, Jack and Amy for a cookout at his house to celebrate having the friends together even for the short time over their breaks and leave in Jacks case. "Absolutely dear," Maggie said, "as long as Amy feels like it." Mark looked at Amy with the request plainly written across his face knowing that she would be unable to say no, but he was willing to cheat if he could get another smile and giggle from her. Amy grumbled knowing she was being played, but loved him more for it. "You little shit; you think I won't say yes?" "Well, not really. You love me too much, plus, I make some mean ribs." Mark poked his tongue out at her, barely dodging the pillow that she swung at his head, causing all three of them to laugh. "Outstanding, it's a date then." Mark went straight to Steve's house and discussed the finer points of fidelity and the downsides to upsetting Amy. The worst downside was that her brother could and would twist him into a tiny origami figure if he thought about doing anything else to hurt her. That scared him, but the look in Mark's eyes petrified him, they looked like he wouldn't hesitate to remove the thorn in Amy's side, with any means necessary and not lose any sleep. Steve made the unnecessary call to officially breakup, Mark listening impassively and hanging up the phone for him when it was over. As Mark handed Steve the phone and turned to leave he noticed Steve staring a little wide eyed. "What?" "Nothing, nothing at all," Steve said. "Excellent, so do we understand each other then?" "Crystal clear," was all Steve said Mark left and Amy didn't have "fuckstain" problems again. She had asked Mark what happened and he said that Steve must have had a conscience attack and just decided to stay away. "The same way Shane did?" "Shane. Hmm, isn't he the one that pushed you around? And that was simply counseling. Not my fault he didn't get the memo about not hurting girls." He said with feigned innocence. "What a load of bullshit!" Amy started, "You and innocent don't mix, hon and everyone knows that 'halo' is sitting on a set of horns," she said with a grin. Amy had no illusions about the lengths that "her boys" would go to where she was concerned, she was just happy that a trip to the hospital hadn't been necessary. She despised Steve but still didn't wish harm to "accidentally" befall him, something she could certainly have seen if Jack was involved. With Mark, she had seen that side explode and was worried about the aftermath, especially if there were no other people to intervene. "Umm, you wouldn't by chance know who helped him with his moral dilemma, would you?" Amy asked, already knowing the answer since Jack had never left the house, leaving her White Knight as the obvious answer. "I know the guy, but to answer your other question, I have it on very good authority that Stevie won't bother you any more, not to mention that he didn't have a scratch when I, uh, he left the asshole in question's house. Although," his eyes saying more than his words. "No," Amy interrupted, "you don't have to do anything, the poor little boy sounded petrified on the phone. If I didn't know better I would have said that you had taken Jack along, but the chainsaw that is my brother, has been running the whole time he's been asleep, leaving you as the last brute standing. Seriously though, Mark, please don't do something stupid that will end up ruining the rest of your life. You're only eighteen, and I won't let you throw it all away for me." Mark looked at her and was silent for a long time, trying to sort his thoughts and feelings. How could he tell her that if anything happened to her he would truly be alone, and if there was anyone worth throwing himself away for, it would be Amy? He felt like he was just being selfish and was embarrassed by the attention and credit Amy was giving him. All he was doing was being himself, and from his point of view that wasn't much. "Amy, I won't do anything for now," holding up a hand when she started, "but if he does anything else to hurt you, he might want to have real good insurance." Amy sighed knowing that not only was he determined, he was also very capable of putting Steve or for that matter just about anyone in the hospital. Mark had jumped headlong into martial arts after his mother died and had driven himself relentlessly trying to bury the self-applied guilt. The workouts with the football team and the endless sparring were responsible for the physical transformation that Amy had noticed earlier, and were why she had to calm him down. ************ "Amy. Amy. Earth to Amy!" Amy shook off the fog and looked up to see Mark leaning against her bedroom door, dressed and looking at her appreciatively. She must have coasted to a stop in front of her dresser and zoned out. That was when she noticed she was still naked. He didn't look at her the way the majority of men did, even when she was standing without a stitch on. He didn't leer at her or make her feel like a piece of meat behind the glass of a butcher shop. The look in his deep blue eyes made her feel like the most special lady on the planet. Mark pushed off from the door frame and pulled her against him, sinking her into the happy place that only he seemed to be able to take her to. "Is everything ok?" Mark asked. He was dreading the time when Amy would wake up and hate him for what he thought of as taking advantage of her. "Everything's great sweetheart, better even," she purred while he ran his nails softly across her bare back. "Amy, I didn't plan to..." "Shh. I know that, and you didn't do anything that I hadn't wanted to do since before your mom passed. It would have gotten me arrested, but if you had asked, I would have jumped you like I did tonight. Now are you satisfied?" "I suppose, just wanted to make sure I guess. I really don't think I could handle disappointing you. You're too special a lady," Mark said. Amy stretched her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, letting her tongue tease his, telling him that she was his, and if Amy was honest with herself, had been since he stood up for her with Shane. Even when he was a freshman in high school he had more presence than the seniors and college guys she had gone out with. Mark was always courteous, attentive and always treated girls as ladies. Mark's mother, Lisa, and Amy had frequently joked about Mark being half woman. He might not be part woman, but in Amy's mind he definitely knew how to treat a lady. Mark soaked in the feelings of having Amy pressed against him, her nipples pressing into him through the overly large tee shirt that he was borrowing from Jack. On impulse he pulled the shirt up and pressed their skin together giving them both goose bumps. Amy was shifting, causing her nipples to drag across his skin, pebbling them and making her gasp and sigh. Mark kissed the top of her head and took a deep breath. She smelled like peace and serenity to him. They stood that way for a few minutes more, Amy trying to harden her nipples more and Mark enjoying having her body pressed to his. Mark swayed and stumbled into Amy. When she had him steady on his feet, she made him sit on the bed, a look of concern plain on her face. "When was the last time you slept or ate sweetie?" "If you don't count the beer as a meal, then it was midnight for eating and sometime early yesterday on the sleep thing. I'm fine cutie, just give me a second and we'll head back to the house." "You're not fine. Why didn't you say something? I can cook you know, and I feel like a shit for keeping you up half the night," Amy said trying not to cry. "Umm...are you sticking with up?" Mark said stifling a laugh. Amy looked up in confusion, until what he said soaked in, and then followed it with a slap on his ass. An evil look went across her face causing Mark to break away from what he knew was coming. With a growl, Amy grabbed Mark's ribs, mercilessly dragging her finger nails through his most ticklish places. Mark could have gotten away, but he didn't want to hurt her and she was still naked. It's not everyday that you get to have a nude cheerleader try to tickle you until you are in a breathless heap, and he vowed to relish the occurrence. "Oh help, help..." Mark gasped in mock agony, "I can't handle this, oh woe is me," he intoned again, "Don't, stop, don't stop, oh god don't stop" he giggled. With that he picked Amy up and tossed her on her bed, followed closely with a tickle attack of his own. Soon the house was filled with gales of her laughter as the tables were turned on his would be assailant. Mark trapped her wrists above her head and held them with one hand while the other went searching for her sensitive spots in a retaliatory attack. Amy giggled when he got to her underarms, squealed when he reached her ribs and shrieked when he hooked her foot and brought the sole to within reach. As she was writhing under him, he slid his thigh between hers, pressing it against her pussy. She shuddered with the sensations that simple act caused and started grinding against his leg, loving the feel of his muscles against her re-ignited clit. With her wrists still above her head, she tried to lean up and kiss Mark, but he started sucking her nipples causing her to throw her head back and groan. Mark brought his free hand up to caress her clit, loving the feeling as she trapped his leg between hers, pressing into him. He was thrilled to hear Amy calling his name and twisting against his leg, trying to get more pressure on her aching pussy. He could feel her wetness soaking through the leg of the shorts he was wearing and wrapped her in his arms again. Amy squealed when he rolled them over so she was on top and again when he grabbed her hips and lifted her pussy to his mouth. She settled her knees on either side of his head, and gasped when his tongue slid inside her as his hands gripped her ass. She started grinding against his tongue, losing herself in the pleasure that was centered at her throbbing clit. Reaching behind, she slipped her hand into the waistband of his shorts and started stroking his now fully erect cock. Feeling a drop of pre-cum on the head, Amy collected it on her finger and sucked it clean. Turning around, she dropped her hips back onto Mark's talented lips and leaned down to pull his shorts off. When Amy grabbed his cock, Mark groaned into her open pussy causing a shiver to run through her and she gripped harder. She licked the length of the shaft then sucked it in, working on it the way she would a popsicle. Wrapping his arms around Amy's back, he grasped her firm ass and jammed her against his mouth, his tongue slipping inside and curling, searching for her g-spot. Amy was already close and trying to hold on, wanting to cum with Mark. She wrapped both hands around him, twisting as she jerked him, her lips sucking the head and swirling her tongue against the bottom. She could feel his hips start pumping to match her rhythm and removed her hands to allow more to slide into her mouth. Each time she took more until he was at the entrance to her throat. When she relaxed and he slid deeper, it sent an electric shock through her and jolted her pussy. Mark was gasping into her pussy when she started trembling and he could see her spasms start. Watching her muscles clenching and feeling her moaning around his prick, buried in her mouth, he felt the pressure building. He pulled back enough to warm Amy. "Amy, I'm close baby" She just sucked him deeper, trying to swallow him to the base and almost made it before his cum hit her throat. Swallowing as fast as he gave it to her, she felt her orgasm shift up a notch and moaned, the sound muffled by his cock. She could feel Mark's hands, rubbing her back, bringing her back to earth and she let him slip from her mouth, trying to catch her breath. Amy turned around and slid into a hug, sated for the time being. Mark waited until she was back and slid off to get something to clean her up with and help her get dressed. He leaned in and swiped his tongue the length of her labia causing a groan and a feeble attempt at swatting him. Mark waited until she was back and slid off to get something to clean her up with and help her get dressed. He leaned in and swiped his tongue the length of her labia causing a groan and a feeble attempt at swatting him. "Go away," Amy muttered weakly. She had cum more in the last few hours than she had in the last year and someone seemed a little too full of themselves. She cracked open one eye, and gave him an evil glare, at least that was the intent. All she managed to do was give him one of the sexiest looks he had ever seen, although she got closer to evil when he started running his finger along her neck. When the look didn't work, she played dirty and grabbed his ribs, a sure fire way to get Mr. Bighead sidetracked. "Isn't this how you ended up on my face?" Mark asked. With that, he started moving back down but stopped short when he felt a hand wrap itself in his hair. Grinning he looked up into her playful eyes; "Yes ma'am, may I help you?" "Not right now, later for sure. Now it's time to get you to bed, morning will be here way too soon" Mark insisted on helping her get dressed and it took so much longer than Amy remembered, and that was when she put on a bra and panties, something that seemed to be absent this time. It also seemed to her that her clothes might fit a tad better if Mark's hands weren't in them, not that she was complaining. She really didn't mind at all, but was worried about the day coming and how it would affect him. Mark grabbed the extra air mattress and tossed it in the trunk, then went off in search of his oldest friend and newest lover. She was just finishing up packing the stuff she would need for the two or three days Mark had asked her to plan on staying, and he slipped behind her and wrapped her up in his arms. He felt her place her hands on his as she snuggled into his arms, a contented purr escaping. "I love you sweetheart." "I love you too beautiful." Hand in hand they got in the car for the trip back to the uncertain reality of dawn. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 04 First I would like to apologize for the length of time with no activity. Real life reared its ugly head. Now that I can work on this a bit, I started working Chapter nine up, and went back through to check a few things, and found myself looking at some necessary edits. They are clarifications and streamlines mainly, with one foreshadowing element added. This isn't meant as a stand alone story, and as such, you might want to read the first three chapters first, otherwise you might end up as lost as I normally seem to be. In the interest of full disclosure there are a couple of things that you should keep in mind when you read on. I started this with the initial premise and a completely non-sexual dog that you meet in Chapter six. The story made it into the middle of the second chapter, and I found that the characters decided that they were going to change the script so to speak. There are quite a few people that got mad at something that was a phantom wandering around in the drafty halls between my ears. I'm not sure about your fantasy world, but mine has no STD's. If I'm thinking about what it would feel like to do whatever to whomever, I'm not going to stop myself and find out if the mental picture has anything communicable. I would like to thank "takemeaway my love" for the assistance. Thanks for taking the time, and please feel free to comment through the Lit profile. TNC ********* Mark checked on Vanessa when he and Amy got back. She was still sleeping off the sexual and emotional overload of earlier and hadn't moved. Unlike her, he was conflicted even more than ever. After the events of the morning he had no idea what to do, say or feel. He turned to get the only other woman he had ever really loved settled in. He had put the air mattress on the box springs and Amy had made the bed while he was checking on Vanessa and locking up. Mark was going to tuck Amy in and sleep on the couch, but she was having none of that. "Get your ass in here. If anyone is going to sleep on the sofa it's me. You need some sleep!" Figuring that was a battle better left un-fought, he settled for letting her help him undress and was as surprised when she was climbing in with him, her bare skin pressed against his, as he was at the relief he felt. It was like there was a part of him that knew that if he was going to sleep, she would have to be beside him. Amy slid back, pressing against him and reached behind her to find his hand, placing it so he could cup her breast. She turned her head and kissed him. "Good night sweetheart." "Good night beautiful." Amy was asleep in minutes; her breathing slowing and letting Mark know she was out. He tried to close his eyes and quiet the storm of emotions that had started brewing when he stopped moving. He knew that he needed sleep, but that was something that didn't seem to be in the immediate future for him. He stayed curled up behind Amy, gaining strength from the act and thankful that she was a "much more than friend" now. Not able to sleep and not wanting to disturb Amy with his flailing around trying to find it, Mark slid out of bed and threw on some shorts. He paused when he passed the "shrine" that he had erected a lifetime ago earlier in the day. Mark pulled the shears out of the splintered wood of the table and tried to pull the bent wedding bands loose from where they conformed to the improvised skewer. The rings weren't budging and as he turned to head to the garage to extricate the stubborn things, he stepped on the diamond that until recently was on Vanessa's engagement ring. Pocketing the stone and grabbing a six-pack, Mark headed for the garage and a rubber mallet to "unshear" the gold bands, then on to his happy place, the swing in the backyard. It was going to be a long night. It was just before midnight, though it felt like a week had elapsed since the pre-dawn hours when he had been on the boat speeding toward port. Mark cracked the first bottle open and leaned back to watch the stars; this had been a place of refuge when his mom was fighting with the current Flavor of the Month club "friend". It was the last one that had facilitated his inheritance, but he would gladly give it all back to have his mom around. ********* When Jimmy drank, which was continuously, it was "spin-a-mood" time, and those moods walked the knife edge of violence on one side and joviality on the other. They were also notoriously fickle with the slightest things setting off the shift, the effects of which started showing up on his mom's face after a brief "honeymoon" period. Mark had been startled awake by the sound of raised voices and a slap or punch landing so many times that he lost track. He was sure he was on deck for what that dickhead was dishing out, but figured he got off on beating up on women when it never happened. The shrinks had said that he was still a child and there was no reason to feel responsible. He might have been a child in age, just fourteen, but he had been the parent in the relationship with his mom for longer than he cared to remember. He had always taken care of her and it never occurred to him that he was the exception to the rule with kids his age. Mark ended up being the mascot in his mom's group of friends and had never really had playmates his age, all of his were in college and he had been forced to grow up before he turned ten. Mark wasn't neglected, far from it, he had a dozen or so "parents" who looked after him when the rest were busy. He never knew who would be picking him up from school, but there were no bad choices, all of the group was fun and treated him like an equal. While it did get him ready for the world, it never got him ready to be a person and it was this flawed child that was shoved into the breach time and again for his mom. Mark remembered the feel of the shotgun as he sat waiting for Jimmy to pass out. He had gathered his courage and decided that he had chickened out too many times and felt horrible that he was putting his mom through hell by not protecting her. Something had set the lunatic off again and he had taken it out on the much smaller Lisa. When everything had settled, he stood with shaking hands, racked a shell into the chamber and quietly opened the door. He met his mom coming down the hall, having heard the noise. She took in the situation and shook her head and pointed to the back door. That was nothing new; they had ended up on the swing numerous times after that douchebag had imploded, Lisa settling the troubled boy and Mark saying that he would protect her. When they had made it to the relative safety of the back yard she reached for the gun but he pulled it back. "No mom, have you finally seen it this time?" Mark asked her in a voice that belonged to a much older person as he pointed at the swelling that was already starting on the left side of her face. This was an ongoing argument, with him saying it was time for Jimmy to leave and her saying she could handle it. He could see that she might finally be coming around by the look in her eyes. They were just like Mark's and reflected their moods to the point that the two had joked about giving people charts like the ones that had accompanied mood rings in the 70's. "Please Mark, you can't throw your life away on him," she started. "Fuck that," rage filling him until his body shook from the effects. and started going back in to put the psychopath out of their misery. Once again she stopped him and reached for the gun. Not wanting to hurt her more he relented and cleared the gun. Leaving the chamber open, he handed Lisa the weapon and collected the shells, he would need them the next time he was alone with Jimmy. She slipped her left arm around him and pulled him to the swing and leaned into the hug he gave her, once again falling into the role reversal that had dominated his life, with him in the protector/parent role. The next night started like most; homework, chores, start supper then wait for his mom and dickwad to get home, praying that there would be no drama. Everything had been fine when Mark had gone to bed, but he woke to the now familiar sound of raised voices, only this time there was a new note in Lisa's voice; pleading. Mark eased his door open to get an idea of the fallout to expect and his stomach dropped. "You always take that brat's side," he heard Jimmy slurring. "He's just a kid, leave him out of this!" "I'll do what I fucking want, now move!" followed by the sound of breaking glass. Mark was about to go find out what was happening when he heard his mother scream, followed by another scuffle. He heard the slide on Jimmy's.45, loading the chamber and had just enough time to grab the phone, before he heard two shots. Locking his door, phone in hand, he went through his window knowing that the thin door would only give him a few seconds. Instead of heading away from the house, Mark went up the trellis to the roof, lying next to the chimney that had been a refuge in happier times. Now it was for a much different reason, no one could see him in the shadows and that saved his life. He heard the door splintering as Jimmy kicked it open and saw glass fly when his TV sailed through his bedroom window. Mark had dialed 911 at some point and was starting to tell the dispatcher what was going on when Jimmy stalked out of the house, apparently looking for him. He was afraid the lunatic would hear her voice and shushed her in quiet tones. He really didn't have to worry, the rounds being fired inside toasted Jimmy's hearing. When it was safe Mark told the operator what he had heard and where he was, relieved that she was staying on the phone until the cruisers arrived. He saw the blue lights in the distance, much sooner than he thought, but he didn't know that dispatcher had sent them when she heard the terror in his voice. As they got closer he heard the sirens and as they were skidding to a stop, another shot from inside the house. The officers from the three cruisers crouched behind their car doors, waiting. The dispatcher had heard the noise and asked if Mark was ok. All she got in the way of reply was the sound of the boy weeping. He barely realized the big van arriving or the sound as the front door was battered aside. Once the house had been cleared of threats, the officers tried to get the unresponsive boy to come down or to even acknowledge their presence. In the end, they had to bring him down in the bucket of a fire truck. Mark didn't acknowledge the gentle treatment as he was removed from the roof or when the blanket was placed around his slumped shoulders. He knew what had happened but his body had refused the reality and shut down for the time being. Alone. It popped in his mind and then the avalanche of guilt started. He could have stopped this the night before by euthanizing that animal, but he didn't. That was the last thing that went by before his mind shut down, leaving him a breathing husk. One of the officers was married to a teacher at the high school and had called her about Mark. She told him about the relationship Amy and Jack had with Mark and he called the Swanson house to see if they would help get through the shroud Mark had pulled around himself. Maggie's car slid to a stop but it was in the front yard. Amy was moving as soon as it stopped, ignoring the lingering SWAT team members that were trying to cut her off. The officer that had called the house recognized the car as it sped toward them and called them off. "It's ok Tim, let her go." Amy didn't even see the people, she only saw Mark. He had been staring toward the front yard and couldn't have missed the car, but didn't give any indication of seeing it. She ran up the stairs and pulled him into her lap. He didn't resist but gave no indication that she was there. Amy had settled for wrapping her legs around Mark's waist and had his head against her shoulder, rocking him much like a mother soothing a baby. That's the way that Maggie and Jack found them when they arrived in the truck. Jack moved to join his two friends but stopped when his mom led him off to talk to the officer that had called to let them know what happened. Mark's eyes were open, but all he could see was his mother's face with an accusing look. It didn't matter that it was self-imposed; it was all too real to his fourteen year old mind. He gradually became aware of Amy's presence and seeing her for the first time he dissolved in gasping sobs. He buried his face in her hair and squeezed her until she thought he would crack a rib, but she just kept rocking and doing her best to calm him. As Mark calmed back down, the officer in charge tried to get a statement but with the boy running at a survival level, he wasn't there enough to question. "Mark is going back to the house with the kids and me so why don't you call and then come by in the morning. I'm not sure he can take any more right now," Maggie said, making it clear what was going to happen. And with that she made a few calls to get someone to board up the door and window until repairs could be done. Mark wouldn't let go of Amy until it was clear that he was going with them. All he knew was that she was his life preserver and without her he thought he would sink in the pit that was pulling at him and not come back. When they got to the Swanson's house, she took him to her bedroom, her mother nodding ok, although Maggie would never have tried to separate them. Not only would Mark dissolve, Amy wouldn't have listened. She had always watched over Mark and now she was like a mama grizzly with her cub. No, there would be no interference from her direction on this one. Amy sat him on the bed, "I'll be right back sweetie," she told an increasingly anxious Mark. Taking his face in her hands, she tilted it so his eyes were looking into hers, "I'm not going to leave, I just need to get ready for bed." He seemed to accept that and waited until she came back, lost in his own world. She helped him into bed, covered him up and slid in, resting his head on her chest and ran her fingers through his hair until he fell into a twitching sleep. Only then did she let herself shed tears for her friend. Mark ended up staying with the Swanson's for the better part of his ninth grade year and the largest part of that connected at the hip with Amy. He had spent every night for the first four months in her bed, waking up shivering and screaming from the sound of gunshots ringing through his dreams. That closeness is what led to Shane getting his ass kicked by a crazed freshman. He had failed his mom, but there was no way he would let it happen to her, so when she slapped Shane's face for trying to cop a feel and ended up on the ground from being pushed, Mark's world dissolved in a red haze. He was walking to lunch when he heard Amy raise her voice, and took off running in that direction arriving just in time to see her hit the floor. He never slowed down and sprinted into Shane's chest, following him down, beating his head against the floor. All Mark could see was Jimmy's face and then felt hands pull him off and hold him as he tried to get loose to finish the job he had failed at earlier. The school didn't have anyone to call, so they had called Maggie who came down and picked up the kids. That was when Maggie had steered him into martial arts as a way to try to tame the anger that threatened to overtake her "youngest son". It did focus him, but it also helped him fill out, a fact not wasted on Amy's friends though he was oblivious to the looks and blatant hints dropped, much to her amusement. She watched her friends throw themselves at him, stopping just short of walking naked in front of him, just to be treated in a polite, gentlemanly fashion. On more than one occasion she had been asked if he was gay and had to choke out a strangled, "NO," through the gales of laughter. And so it went until the summer before his senior year. ********* Amy was going to throw Mark a party for his eighteenth birthday and had he known he would have had the plague and been unable to attend. She knew he hated parties and felt uncomfortable around groups of people, though if you didn't know him you wouldn't be able to tell. He would draw people out while never revealing anything of himself, the armor that went up when his mom died only had two chinks, and they were named Amy and Jack. "Hey cutie, what are you up to later?" Amy had called Mark earlier that morning already knowing that he had forgotten his birthday, again. "I was going to do a tune-up on the '80, why?" Once again he had, in fact, forgotten what day it was or that it was supposed to be special. "Just thought you might want some home cooking since we both know you can burn water," she said with a laugh. He had always been the better cook and had hosted her and her friends at his house more times than she could count. "Sounds good to me, I was just going to do some burgers. What can I bring?" "You know I can't ever turn down your peanut butter cookies, and of course your handsome self." She could almost hear his cheeks turning incandescent over the phone. "Not me beautiful, but then again when was your last eye exam?" Mark was almost accustomed to Amy embarrassing him but was still subject to her sneak attacks, her eyes gave her away in person though. "Whatever, just plan on 7 and at least remember to wash off the grease before you make the cookies." "Sounds good, tell your mom I said hey." Amy heard him long before she saw the car pulling into the driveway. He had taken the long way and you could track the progress of the big block as it climbed the twisting road behind the house. She knew that driving the two remaining links to his family were the only fun he let himself have and had understood why the few times he had let her drive one. She also knew that not even Jack had been allowed behind the wheel of one of his babies, a fact that made her feel very special. Mark hopped out of the '69, grabbed the cookies and hit a button on his watch; he'd made it up the hill eight seconds better than his record and was whistling to himself as he let himself in the front door of his second home. "Amy, I made it eight se..." He trailed off seeing Amber and Tanya, two of Amy's friends from college. Not expecting anyone else, he had thrown on a worn out pair of jeans and a polo shirt, his hair being styled by whatever speed he had reached on the way to the house. Mark looked at Amy then glanced at the other two ladies. Both were built much like Amy, the differences being that Amber had auburn hair with hints of red and Tanya had platinum blonde hair. Mark remembered hearing about them and the fact that they were cheerleaders with Amy, but didn't remember meeting them. He had, but that was two years ago at a pool party that he tried hard to forget. Amy had walked in on him while he was jerking off while thinking about these friends, and neither had ever said another word about it. Never seeming to miss a beat, Mark walked to Amber, took her hand and introduced himself as he kissed the back of the small hand in his, all while looking into the biggest set of brown eye's he had ever seen. "How are you?" Mark paused, waiting for a name from someone. "Amber," Amy offered up, "and this is Tanya," she said turning to the blonde. Mark repeated the greeting and bowed with a flourish, drawing giggles from the three ladies before cocking an eyebrow at Amy. "What day is it again?" Mark asked. "Saturday." Another longer look, "and the date is?" "Umm, the 16th?" Amy answered with a look of innocence. "Shit," then realizing what he had just said, stammered an apology to the two ladies that hadn't tricked him into attending his own birthday party. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that," he said and turned an even brighter shade of red. "Cookie?" Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 04 "Happy birthday cutie," Amy said as she came up and kissed him on the cheek and hugged him warmly. The two stood together, soaking in the peace that always came when they were together. "Geez, my turn Amy," Tanya said. Tanya wore a light pink cotton halter top, the visible outline of her nipples making it clear she was braless, and a black mini-skirt that reached mid-thigh. A pair of black heels completed the outfit and resulted in a very flustered Mark when she slid into his arms. Thinking she was going to kiss his cheek like Amy, he gasped when she pulled his face down for his first real kiss. His head was spinning when he felt her mold herself against him, her tongue sliding along his lips. Mark, not knowing what to do, just did what Tanya was doing and started exploring her mouth, seeing what she seemed to like, momentarily forgetting that Amy and Amber were in the room. He lost himself in the sensations and felt his cock hardening and tried to back away before she felt it and slapped him or something worse. Tanya just followed him back the half step he took and pressed her hip into his growing bulge. Mark thought he was saved by the throat clearing, until he realized Tanya was moving away and Amber was headed his way. All three sets of eyes settled on the change in the way his jeans were fitting, an unfamiliar look in their eyes when they looked back up. Amber was wearing a white button up blouse that he swore had been buttoned up further when he walked in, a red skirt that reached almost to her knee and a pair of red heels. Her skirt matched Tanya's for sexiness with the slit running up to an inch or so higher than the blonde's hem. She took over where Tanya left off and slid into his arms, pulling his mouth down to hers, sliding her tongue past his lips and moaning quietly. When she felt his still swelling hardness against her thigh, she slid her leg up his inseam, drawing an answering moan from him. Just when he thought he was going to cum in his pants, they heard Amy walk back into the room and ask when it was her turn for a real birthday kiss. Mark's mouth dropped open when he saw her walking toward him wearing a dark blue dress that buttoned from hem to neck, the top buttons open to show her cleavage and the bottom undone to show just as much thigh as either of the other girls. Her matching heels clicked on the floor as she walked into his arms, taking over what the other two had started. Amy had never really looked at Mark through a woman's eyes before; it was always with a sister's angle. Seeing him with her two friends had made her see him in a new light and she melted into his arms with all of the comfort and none of the awkwardness the other two had to contend with. The kiss that they shared was filled with love and devotion born out of the four year aftermath of his mother's death. Aware of Tanya and Amber, Amy pulled away, her face flushed and her nipples standing out against her dress. Mark looked at all three of the girls and decided that it must be bra-optional night; he also decided that he was distinctly underdressed. "Are my clothes still over here Amy? And you wouldn't mind telling me why there are three beautiful ladies wasting a Saturday night on me would you?" "To answer the first, nothing that will work and to answer the second, because we want to, now, let's head back to your house so you can change. We've got reservations for 9," came the grinning reply knowing that he couldn't say no to her. "Ok?" Mark said knowing he couldn't get out of it and really not wanting to after the welcome he had received. "After you ladies," he said as he escorted them out to their cars. "You can park at the house and we'll take the other one, it's a little bigger. Anyone want to ride shotgun?" Amy said she would and waited while Mark opened the doors for the other girls and got them shut away in their car and held her door while she slid into his car. She allowed the dress to slide up her thighs, loving the way he looked at her, giggling when he blushed knowing he'd been caught. "Busted," he said, sharing the laugh with her. When they had started back to his house, Mark asked her again where they were going and why three beautiful ladies wanted to hang out with a kid on a Saturday night. They surely had better prospects than an eighteen year old virgin. "Did, you by any chance, happen to notice the way they were looking at you?" Amy asked. "Yeah, but I just thought it was the way I was dressed or maybe that they had stopped off and I was intruding." Amy reached over and put her hand over his on the gearshift and looked at him for a second before speaking again. She had grown accustomed to the walking contradiction that he had become; the world weary but naïve and innocent man all in one person. "You doofus, those were the looks you've been confusing and ignoring for the last three years. Those were looks that, if you play your cards right, and knowing them, even if you don't you should see a lot more of them by morning." Understanding bloomed and she could follow its progress as the blush crept up from his collar to his hairline. She didn't know if a person could blush from the soles of their feet up, but he was trying. "You mean all through," he got out before she interrupted. "You could have been one happy kid? Yup, that's it. You know that some of the girls asked me if you were gay? They had never been ignored like that and it never occurred to them that you had no idea. Hell, half of the cheerleaders would have if you had asked them." With that they had pulled into his driveway and he went about opening the ladies doors and walking them up to the house. Once he got them settled with some drinks and some background music playing he asked Amy what he was supposed to wear. "You go get a shower and shave and I'll lay the clothes out." "As the lady commands," bowing and jumping out of slapping range with a laugh. He got out of the shower and stopped to stare at what she had laid out for him. It hadn't come from his closet and he didn't know when it had made the trip over either. It was a gray pinstriped suit, a light pink shirt and a darker pink tie with a birthday card laying on it. With a rueful shake of his head, he knew that he had never had a chance and figured he deserved a little fun anyway. The suit fit perfectly and the pink might have bothered some guys, but if Amy had picked it out he wasn't about to disappoint those baby blues. He couldn't remember ever being this nervous walking into his own living room. When the girls heard his footsteps in the hall, they stopped talking and three sets of eyes were on him when he came around the corner. He felt like a bug under glass and fidgeted under the identical stares from all of them, still unable to figure it out, especially with Amy looking at him the same way. "Is my fly open? Do I need to go change?" his face matched his tie by this time, and was approaching that of a beet. Amy was stunned when he walked in the room and she could tell that the feeling was mutual among her friends. She had decided to try to give her closest friend a boost with the "date" and new suit, but had never considered the transformation that had happened in the twenty short minutes possible. The suits' tailoring emphasized his broad shoulders and the taper to his waist that the martial arts training had blessed him with. There was still the innocence and vulnerability, but to look at him you would never know. Her two friends definitely weren't seeing an eighteen year old kid anymore. They both had hungry looks on their faces with Amber nibbling her bottom lip and Tanya running her tongue along her lips like she was tasting him from their earlier kiss. Amy broke the silence for the foursome. "No sweetie, you look fantastic and I'm pretty sure Tanya and Amber would be happy to help you if you left your fly open," she said with a laugh as both of the girls nodded their heads. "Where have you been hiding, Mark?" Amber asked "The real question is where Amy has been hiding you," Tanya said, her deep green eyes flashing. Not knowing what to say to that, Mark looked at his watch and asked Amy when they needed to leave. He had to ask her again before she looked up. "What sweetie?" "Busted!" Mark laughed, then, "when do we need to leave for our adventure?" Glancing at her watch, Amy said, "we should go ahead and leave before they end up having you for supper." "You really aren't still going for that whole big sister vibe bullshit are you Amy? Looks like you wouldn't mind a drumstick either," Amber joked, drawing a deep blush from Amy, who in return poked her tongue out at the pretty brunette. "Let me bring the other car around and we can go." He pulled the '80 around and left it purring at the door when he went through to get the ladies and lock up. When he came through the door, he was presented with three sets of sultry eyes and six very hard nipples, not that he was complaining. He was turning around from locking the door when he noticed for the first time how low the car sat and how hard it was going to be for the girls to get in and out of the backseat. "If you want to take your car we can Tanya. I just thought about the logistics and don't want you to be uncomfortable." The three friends had already known what car they were going in and knew what happened getting in and out, and had planned for it. "That's ok Mark; riding in a hot car with a hotter chauffeur is perfect," Amber volunteered. "You're sure?" Mark asked one last time. "Yes baby, we're sure. Thank you though." Amy said and kissed him lightly. "Then your chariot awaits as does your humble rat of a chauffeur, I can't guarantee the whole pumpkin thingy at midnight though," as he offered his arms to his dates. They walked to the car and the girls went to their respective sides, the seating plan worked out while Mark was getting ready. Amy stopped at the driver's side while the other two went around and waited for him to open the door. Tanya offered her hand and stepped in with her left foot sliding into the car, the hem of her skirt sliding up to reveal even more of her tan legs. Mark thought he might find out if this was also panties optional day in another two inches as he stared helplessly. Tanya didn't mind the attention and made no effort to return her skirt to the previous height, staring at the returning bulge in Marks pants. He stood motionless, drinking in the sight of the sexy woman in front of him and jumped when one of the other sexy women, Amber, ran her fingers along his neck drawing a shiver. "Cold baby?" Amber asked with a sexy giggle. "Come down here and let me warm you up." Using the finger that had traced its way up his neck, she turned his face toward her and down for another kiss. When they broke apart, Mark was a little glassy eyed and she was flushed and breathing a little harder. Amber took his offered hand and lowered her ass to the passenger's seat, leaning forward enough for Mark to see most of her cleavage. When she leaned back, Mark's eyes traveled the rest of the way down and were treated to another expanse of tanned thighs. Amber gave him a few seconds more to look and demurely spun her legs into the car, leaving Mark with a stunned look and a world class hard-on raging in his pants. Both girls took advantage of the time and had a glassy eyed moment of their own. "Yoo-hoo, Romeo. Over here," Amy called with a grin. She had been watching Mark's eyes and knew what her friends were doing. Seeing his face, Amy had unbuttoned a few more of the top and bottom fasteners knowing full well if she did it right he would see everything. Marks eyes focused and then he looked down at the tent that had formed, jumping as Tanya reached out and ran a red fingernail along his length. Looking between the two friends, he let out a little squeak finally recognizing the hungry looks. He felt a little like a gazelle being stalked by lionesses and shut the door, rounding the car to safety only to see Amy. Any thoughts of safety evaporated when he looked at her. Amy was leaning back against the car with her left foot on the tire, her knee bent, parting the dress and exposing her leg to just below her now soaked thong. She wasn't sure what she expected, but the stunned look on his face was something that she would never forget. They both started their inspections at the same time, Mark pausing at her thighs while Amy paused at his cock. When he opened the door she slid up against him, brushing his lips with hers while she took the hand that he forgot he possessed. Bending the same way Tanya did Amy made sure to let Mark see her nipples as she leaned forward. When she saw his eyes get a little wider, she held the pose for a few seconds before she spun and put her right foot in. Drawing his eyes to her legs, she allowed the opening to pull up just enough so he could verify her panties matched the dress. She had to gently pry his fingers loose as he stood frozen; the only thing moving was his cock that was trying to tear through his pants. All three women were now at eye level while he fought a silent and hopeless battle with his stubborn dick. Mark knew the only thing that would make it behave was to jerk off, but there wasn't time, and even if he did the three beautiful creatures in his car would just have it hard again. Taking a deep breath, he slid into the driver's seat. ********* Mark jumped and looked around not knowing how he ended up in the swing, then noticed the six empty bottles lying at his feet, recollection crowding in. Instead of going back into the house, he used the bathroom in the garage and grabbed one of his standby six packs before returning to his fortress of solitude. Jack picked a really shitty time to go to the lake, Mark complained mentally. Or maybe not. If Jack had been around, Amy probably wouldn't have been here tempering his rage and Vanessa would be God knows where. He cracked another beer open and leaned back, reclining in the swing, waiting for whatever the morning would bring. ******** Amber hadn't really expected much when Amy had asked her and Tanya to help celebrate Mark's birthday. The last time they had seen him was with Amy at their high school graduation and he had been painfully shy and awkward when he was around anyone not named Swanson. He spent more time looking at the floor than at them and she had expected the same this evening. She went along with the "dress up" plan as much to humor her friend as to tease Mark. When Mark busted in the door she and Tanya exchanged a surprised look. This couldn't be the same person. When his cheeks blossomed, he seemed like the same shy kid, but was packaged in a shell that had both of them squirming in their chairs. That was nothing compared to the birthday kisses they received in turn. It was supposed to be the older, experienced girls overwhelming the birthday boy but he had been a very good student and left both girls a little breathless. Mark didn't know where to look while he tried to watch the road and his three beautiful passengers at the same time. Amber had let her skirt slip up further and sat with her right leg through the slit, the top of which stopped tantalizingly close to her pussy. Any thoughts of his erection taking a break flew out the window with one glance at her legs. The possibility of a life-long hard-on occurred to him when she reached past the stick to rest her hand on his leg, her nails drawing lazy circles on his thigh. Drawing a deep breath, Mark glanced over his shoulder to check his blind spot and almost drove off of the road. He could now say that two of the ladies had color coordinated panties. Tanya was sitting with her ankles crossed and her knees spread, giving Mark a clear glimpse of the black fabric that disappeared as it slipped between her firm ass cheeks. All three women giggled and reminded him that the road was the other way and he might want to watch it a little closer. Tanya had been as skeptical as Amber about the evening, remembering the times she had backed the poor kid into his locker, all but asking him to feel her up. All she ever got from him was a blush and a little hug, his notebook covering the evident bulge in his pants. With that in mind, she turned up the heat on the birthday kiss and was pleasantly surprised when he returned it with some of his own, albeit clumsily. By the time Amber interrupted them, she was startled to feel him in control, his tongue dueling with hers. She was also more than a little shocked to feel the dampness between her legs when she reluctantly pulled away. Tanya was as confused about him as she was with the way she was reacting to him. When he came out in his suit, he looked like he would be at home in the boardroom of a company, but his eyes belied that notion. The look that he kept well hidden behind the wall of easy going laughter was that of a vulnerable little boy, and for some reason that turned her arousal up to a higher level. She also had found her more primal side during their kiss and she wanted to pull him into the bedroom and spend a few hours with his inner cave man. Amy was awash in the sexual current in the car as Tanya and Amber teased Mark unmercifully. She wasn't immune to his charms, even though he didn't think he had any, and she found herself getting caught up in the ongoing seduction. The big sister persona had taken the night off and the "older woman" one had clocked in. Mark was surprised when he turned the corner and saw the exclusive restaurant that Amy had said she had reservations for. He gave her a confused look and received a reassuring nod. Seeing the valet, Mark had a flash of consternation about his dates and his mom's car. While they may be teasing and flirting with him, he didn't intend on letting anyone take liberties that the girls didn't approve of. He had never let anyone else drive "her" car since it had passed to him and considered turning around until he felt a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Amy squeezed and passed the strength and encouragement to let go a little and relax. He still refused to budge on the completely one-sided fight over the girls' public modesty and stopped the car twenty feet from the valet stand. When Mark got out and reached to help Amy out one of the valets started toward the car, stopping when he saw the finger telling him to wait. With Amy on his arm Mark went around and opened Amber's door, keeping it between them and any prying eyes. Once all three ladies had gotten out, Mark handed the keys to an open mouthed valet and walked off with an arm around Amy and Tanya while Amber held his hand. To Mark, this had already been the best present anyone had ever given him, the suit would have been fine by itself. Seeing the look on peoples faces as the group passed would have been good too. He figured he would do what he was told and enjoy the "cinderfella" treatment that Amy and the girls had planned for him. He was going to be pissed if the car turned into a pumpkin though. They stepped through the door and Tanya went to talk to the maitre de, Amber taking her place next to Mark. He wrapped his arm around her waist, putting his hand on her hip as she leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. Maybe it was the audience or the extended period of flirtation, but the spark that passed between the two seemed like the onlookers should have been able to hear the sizzle. Amy was keeping an eye on him; this was supposed to help boost his self-image but not the size of his ego. What she saw was the same person, dressed much nicer and treating the ladies with the same courtesy as he had since she had known him. He hadn't looked at anyone with a smug, self-satisfied look and still had the caring looks when it came to the girls, the valet thing not wasted on any of the three women. They were lucky to have a door opened most days, so to have someone think their modesty was worth the effort was unheard of. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 04 Tanya came back and threaded her arms around his waist, kissing him much the same way Amber had, letting out a happy little sigh and laid her head on his chest. Mark was too preoccupied with the ladies to be worried about the envious glances from the men and the same from some of the ladies. The suit, company and a little self confidence boost had hid the kid and brought the world wise man out to play. While the men looking on were jealous for physical reasons, the women were jealous of the way he was treating the girls. He was treating them with respect and courtesy, each one getting his full attention when they spoke, making them the center of his world the second his eyes locked with theirs. While Mark hadn't moved during the wait for their table, the girls were shifting around him like worker bees. Each had ended up with their arms around his waist for a hug and a quick kiss before the group was led off in a chorus of giggles. They were led through the main dining room to a door in the back, where the host slid his key card through the sensor, the door sliding open. Going up the short staircase, had almost given Mark heart failure when he glanced up the stairs to be greeted by three perfect sets of legs. Each of the girls swung their hips in exaggerated arcs enjoying the attention. Turning left at the top of the stairs they were met by a big man, an air of authority sitting on him as much as his suit. Mark was about to find out what he needed when Tanya took care of the uncertainty. "Hi daddy," she said going to the man to hug him. "Hi baby, ladies, and nice to meet you Mr. Thompson." "Brad Hopkins...Mark Thompson," Tanya introduced the two men. "Nice to meet you Mr. Hopkins, your place is breathtaking," as he gripped Brad's hand in a firm handshake. The returning grip was strong but the hand smoother. Mark's were rough from his physical regimen, working on the cars and doing landscaping. "Thanks, we try;" Brad smiled, "looks like you're doing well. You've come a long way in the past four years." "My mom is one of the guidance counselors Mark, you goof," Tanya said when a confused look went across his face. "Oh that Mrs. Hopkins," Mark said. She had always checked on him and made sure that his return to school after the shooting had been as stress free as possible. It didn't hurt that she looked like an older Tanya either, but figured he would keep that to himself. "I hope so sir, it must have been the help I had," turning to Amy, smiling. Brad was impressed with the strength of Mark's grip but was impressed more with the strength he could see behind the layers of the young man. Tanya and Amber liked him that much was clear, and unlike the other kids they had dated Mark treated them with respect. He had seen them arrive and approved of the way he handled it, thinking of the girls and not the impression he could make. "Be that as it may, happy birthday Mark and have fun," Brad said, and escorted them to one of the private dining rooms. It was about the size of the den at his house, a fireplace made of river rock filling one wall, the hearth made out of gleaming wood. The rest of the room was a subtle show of subdued elegance, with the dark woods and leather lending the room an air of quiet sophistication. There was a sitting area to the right, in front of the fire with a low table surrounded by divans. To the left was the table, the candles casting gleaming reflections from the china and crystal goblets. Brad guided the four friends toward the sitting area, waited while Mark seated the ladies, and uncorked a bottle of champagne that had been chilling. When he filled four flutes, Mark was startled when he was handed one. "Happy birthday, Mark," was all he said as he left the room and let Connie know that the party in the parlor was ready. Brad didn't think twice about serving Mark. Brad's wife, Angie had graduated with Lisa and had been the guidance counselor when she had been killed. She had fallen into his arms, a weeping mess, the day Mark returned to school. Gone was the seemingly easy going boy with a quick mind, it had been replaced by a thick shell that reduced him to a walking sponge. She soaked Brad's shirts for the first two weeks, trying to figure out how to reach the youth. It was Brad that suggested martial arts, with Angie and Maggie stuffing Mark into the car for the first class. As Mark progressed, the old him came back with a little more confidence, gradually becoming more of a gentleman than most of Brad's colleagues. Just on the off chance, Brad had arranged a limo to take the group home, but his gut said it wouldn't be needed. Mark was a little stunned when he was handed the flute, and sat watching as the big man pulled the door closed behind him. Amber took the flute from him and set it on the table then slipped into Mark's lap, took a sip from her glass, and leaned in to kiss him. When he opened his mouth to accept her knocking tongue, she let the sip she took flow into Mark's mouth, moaning when she felt his hands settle on her hips. His tentative fingers were stroking her back and hip, reminding her of a butterfly, never really settling in one place. She slid her hand inside Mark's jacket and caressed his chest drawing a soft groan from him. "Don't hog the birthday boy Amber," giggled Tanya. "It won't be any fun kissing him if he hyperventilates." "Fine," Amber pouted and ran a fingertip along his lips, gasping when he caught it with his teeth and sucked it gently. "Happy birthday stud," she cooed in his ear as she turned to go. While he was mesmerized by the sway of Amber's ass, his gaze was blocked by a pink shirt containing two very hard nipples. Tanya and Mark both sighed when she ground her ass against the growing bulge, courtesy of Amber. She repeated the sip and wrapped her hand in his hair for the kiss, their tongues dancing, matching the rhythm of her hips. "Is this a kiss or a lap dance you slut?" Amy asked, teasing her blonde friend. "A little of both?" Tanya purred, laying her head on Marks shoulder, wearing her best little sexy grin. "Whatever, just move your ass," she said, not thinking. "Not that way!" Amy said as Tanya swiveled her hips in his lap, drawing a tortured moan from Mark. Giggling, Tanya leaned forward and grazed Marks lips with her swollen nipples, sighing as he instinctively nipped them as they passed by. She stood up looking into his eyes and pulled her nails along his thigh before she turned to go back to her seat feeling his eyes on her ass. Amy's eyes were pulled to his fully revived erection only to see his grin when she could drag her eyes to his face. "Busted?" She said, her face flaming when she blushed. "Umm yep," came the reply. "Will you forgive me?" she said in her best little girl voice while she batted her eyelashes at him. She topped it off by putting her finger in her mouth, the effect ruined by the way she was sucking and chewing on it. He was hopelessly out gunned and lost himself in her eyes until she leaned down, pulling his eyes down as the top of her dress hung low allowing an unimpeded view of her tits. Not being able to handle more stimulation he pulled her face to his, using his hours of experience to express the feelings that he held for her in a kiss. Their tongues tangled in a sensual dance, leading him to wonder about the wisdom of kissing her in his over-heated state. Amy slid into Mark's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and lost herself to the feelings that he awakened deep inside her. Just as she was forgetting that they weren't alone, Connie slipped in with the appetizers and to get their orders. Amy glanced up, noticed that there was another person in the room besides her friends and muttered under her breath. Her cheeks heated but instead of jumping up, she looked into Mark's eyes and kissed him again before uncoiling from his lap and perching on the arm of his seat acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. Amber and Tanya were both in their own lust fogged world, sharing a befuddled look. They had only agreed to the outing because of Amy and they thought the poor kid deserved some fun that didn't revolve around cars. They both knew he was still a virgin, but that "poor kid" treated them far better than any of the "men" that they were subjected to in college. The way he looked in the suit and the way he kissed didn't hurt either. Neither was sure what the evening would bring, but it promised to be interesting. ********* Mark looked up noticing that the light had gone off, the timer hadn't been changed with the shift in times, and he guessed it was around 430 with close to two hours until dawn. He also noticed the buzz that he was working on, especially with no sleep or food for the better part of two days. Top that with the incredible experience with Amy and a man had a right to be a touch wasted. The only fly in the ointment being a certain Mrs. Vanessa Thompson. Ironically, it was Tanya and Amber that were responsible, albeit indirectly for the aforementioned fly. ********** Amy was seriously considering faking being sick so she could drag Mark back home and continue his education, when Connie came in. She felt a twinge of jealousy at the way the older lady was looking at Mark and was secretly relieved when he never acknowledged the beautiful redhead that was obviously interested. Any other guy she knew would be, even though they were in the company of a trio of lovely ladies in their own right. She was pretty sure he wouldn't have responded even if he had a clue, he just wasn't the type. "Good evening Mr. Thompson, ladies, may I get your orders and something from the bar?" Connie asked already knowing about his age, but had her instructions to look the other way. It really wasn't hard to do since he not only looked, but carried himself as someone older, certainly old enough to have a drink on his birthday. She also had to hide a smile when she saw the flushed looks on the girls' faces and thought she could smell the unmistakable aroma of arousal. If he could do that to these three, maybe.; stopping that line of thinking before it started. The pretty blonde was Brad's daughter and there was no way she was poaching on that preserve. She would settle for looking. After the ladies had ordered some fruity concoctions that Mark had never heard of Connie looked at him expectantly. "Anything from the bar sir?" she asked with a wink at a speechless Mark. "Red wine and a glass of water?" he asked, fully expecting to see people with badges busting in. "Coming right up," and with that she slid back out of the room to let the games that she obviously interrupted continue. He sat in stunned silence until Tanya broke in, "don't worry cutie, daddy has your back." Leaning back and relaxing, he almost knocked Amy off the arm of his chair, ending up with two handfuls of delightfully firm ass cheeks trying to keep her from falling. The red in his cheeks flared brightly, but until she got her feet under her he couldn't let go, a fact that amused all three of the girls. "If I sit on the other arm will you grab my ass next?" Amber asked followed by "me next" from a laughing Tanya. Mark was apologizing and he stood up to make sure Amy was ok, not thinking about the tent that had formed in his pants, the result of the ongoing teasing. She only made it worse by backing into him and grinding her ass against him when her feet hit the ground. "Damn Amy, you get many dollar bills that way? Slut." Tanya asked with a giggle. "No more than you, you horny little bitch," Amy replied and poked her tongue out at her friend. All three sets of eyes were glued to Mark's growing bulge after Amy was done using it. Amber found the sound system and turned on some music that they could dance to, only to find an embarrassed Mark stammering that he didn't know how. "Don't worry stud, if you learn to dance as fast as you learned to kiss, you'll be fine. Just listen to the beat and let go, like this," Amber said and she backed into Mark, her swiveling hips drawing a sigh from him when she continued what her friend started. "I don't think my hips can do that Amber, it has to be something to do with having a great ass, something you three have and I don't." "Let's see," Tanya said and slipped up behind him and cupped his ass in her hands, making him throw his hips forward in surprise, startling an excited yelp from Amber as he wedged his cock between the cheeks of her ass. Laughing, Tanya started squeezing and kneading the cheeks of his ass, "Feels pretty good to me, what do you two think?" Amber had finished and Amy was in the middle of checking his ass when Connie came in with the drinks. Thinking he was offered a reprieve of sorts, he jumped into the relative security of his chair and never saw what was coming. "Mark says he doesn't have the ass to dance with us, we disagree but need a fourth opinion," Tanya said with a twinkle in her eyes. "Get back up and let Connie agree with us." Not able to say no to any of them, he found himself standing with his back to the four ladies as they discussed him like he wasn't standing in front of them. Connie did the same "ass check" as the other three then cheated by reaching through his legs, cupping his balls and giving his throbbing cock a squeeze. "Oh, you're definitely equipped to dance Mark," Connie purred into his ear drawing giggles from the ladies and turning his face a glowing crimson. "Cheater!" The others objected in unison and by the time the last of the girls had finished redressing the slight, Mark was reduced to thinking of specs for carburetors and spark plug gaps to prevent exploding in his pants. He wasn't sure if you could die from teasing, but it seemed as if the three, make that four, beauties were going to find out. Mark sat down in his chair to try to settle his hormones, took a sip of his wine, and almost spit it all over himself. Connie was gone but the other three were dancing with each other all six eyes smoldering with sexual tension. So much for settling down, he thought with a groan when Tanya flashed him a view of her now soaked thong, reminding him of what she had done in the car. He had just put his glass down when Amber and Amy came over and pulled him to his feet, not fazed by the pleas of not being able to dance, where he found himself surrounded by a circle of feminine charms. It didn't matter which way he turned, each direction had either an amazing set of legs or an equally amazing pair of breasts. He considered briefly, about half a heartbeat, of trying to get back to his seat and dumping the ice from the champagne bucket on his super-heated cock. Then gave in and slid closer to Amy, who happened to be in front at the time, and reached around behind him and grabbed an ass in each hand pulling the group into what could only be called a group dry humping. The girls had finished their drinks while they were "dancing"; Mark had only sipped his, content to let the others do the heavy lifting. He had seen the effects of too much alcohol up close and personal, plus he still needed to drive. Not to mention that he already felt like he could open up a little around these three without needing bottled courage. He had made it to the point of thinking about bamboo shoots under his fingernails to keep from ruining his pants when Connie saved him; again. She put a new round of drinks on the table with the steaks and lobsters and waited for someone to turn toward her. The music was turned up and the sexual whirlpool was trying to pull her in. She settled for watching as Mark tried valiantly to keep up with the three ladies. Not bad for a beginner she thought when a break in the music allowed her to clear her throat to get their attention. After a round of kisses and gropes, the group started toward the table, his cock leading the way. He held each chair for the ladies, sank into his chair breathing hard with his head in his hands, unaware that all four ladies were watching him with predatory smiles. Taking one last deep breath, he looked up and revised his previous observation. He now felt like a baby seal surrounded by four beautiful great white sharks. The meal was tame compared to the appetizers. With Amy and Amber sitting to either side taking turns running their hands up his thigh and Tanya slipping a bare foot up his leg to caress his swollen balls, Mark didn't really remember eating. There were a few times when he thought about getting a traffic light for the girls, the two times all three collided in his lap causing them to dissolve in giggles. The third and fourth rounds had them feeling no pain and were clearly enjoying the way Mark would jump whenever either one would touch him. Mark excused himself and slipped out of the room with the excuse of finding a bathroom, but really to talk to Brad. As soon as he stepped out and closed the door, he saw Connie heading his way, her eyes appraising him for the first time without a female form plastered to his side. Thinking she was just going to go into the parlor, he had no time to prepare for when she slid against him and ran her thigh between his legs, followed quickly by pulling his head down, her tongue slipping into his mouth. By the time she pulled away they were both breathing hard. "Happy birthday sweetie," she purred. Gulping and taking a breath to steady his nerves, all he could manage was a stammered thanks and ask where Brad was. Knocking on the door and hearing the muffled "come in", Mark walked in and waited until Brad was free. "Is everything ok, Mark?" "Yes sir, I would think perfect would describe it. There's just something bothering me. I know Amy and her mom are doing ok, but I know they can't have enough to pick up the tab for all of this." Mark was reaching for his wallet but Brad stopped him with a shake of the head and an approving look. "Tonight is on me son. Just think of it as my way of saying happy birthday if it makes you feel better about it. And thank you, it's refreshing to see someone think about other people, and doubly so to see it in a man that's so young. You just take good care of the ladies tonight and we'll be even." "Umm, ok?" "You'll find out in a minute Mark, just have fun and be safe." Brad said with a chuckle and sent Mark out with a handshake and a clap on the back. Pausing in the hall, Mark pocketed his wallet and returned to his dates for the evening. Connie was coming out when he reached the door, with an amused smile and a wink when she saw him. Stopping her with a touch, Mark placed the bill he had palmed into the pocket of her skirt and thanked her for everything before turning to go back in. Connie started down the hall not thinking much about it until she reached in her pocket to get her pen. Her eyes got wide when she saw the $100 bill that Mark had slipped to her. She went back in the room and caught his eye, stopping at a small nod and a sly wink. Smiling she closed the door, the ladies not even seeing the exchange. Mark had settled back in when the girls pulled him to his feet and said it was time to go. This time he had an armful of Amber and Tanya, with Amy leading the way, hips swaying. Just getting to the front door and not embarrassing himself was a challenge with both girls' running commentary on the finer points of Amy's ass. Getting the girls back into the car was like trying to herd cats, the drinks making them even more playful than before. Amy was back in her spot and Tanya rode in front. Mark got into the rumbling car, checking the mirrors out of habit and choked. Tanya had moved the mirror and Amber had slid her skirt up to the point that it was possible to see that the thong matched the skirt and it was soaking wet. When he reached up to adjusted the mirror, he saw her blowing a sensuous kiss with a giggle. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 04 When he thought all of the surprises were done for the time being, Tanya turned in her seat letting her legs fall open, then grabbed his hand running it under her skirt to feel the hot wetness he had caused. The last part was when Amy started running her bare feet along his ears by hooking her knees over the drivers seat. "Which way now ladies?" Mark asked when he thought there were no more incoming appendages, and was surprised with the answer. "Take a right, and then we'll tell you where else to turn. Hope you don't plan on being home tonight." Tanya said and slid her hand over to rest on Mark's stick, his hand on the smaller stick shift. Ten minutes later they were pulling into a crowded parking lot of the club equivalent of Brad's restaurant, very exclusive and selective. Once he pulled into the lot, Mark adjusted the mirror to look at Amy with a questioning look in his eyes. "Its ok baby, Tanya's dad set this up for us too." As he idled around the corner a big man detached himself from the group at the door and walked to a parking place, removing a cone. With that done, he waved Mark and the ladies into the now available spot, the Detroit muscle looking out of place with the Mercedes and Porsche collection parked around it. He returned to his post by the door, giving appreciative glances to the car and the ladies. The girls led him toward the door, bypassing a long line, pulling him past a lifted rope and into the club. He tried to stop and take it all in, but the three towed him into the sea of loud music and beautiful bodies. Heading up a short flight of stairs he saw a reserved sign on a table far enough back for privacy but with another set of stairs coming out a few feet from the crowded dance floor offering unimpeded access. Mark's brain had started ticking over again by the time the quartet was settled in, and he looked around taking in his surroundings. The club had six of the private tables around the dance floor with extra tables filling the valleys between. The large lit dance floor was so packed that it was hard to focus on just one face. He still couldn't believe that he was here and was waiting for someone to see him and start pointing at the kid that was where he didn't belong. He did see people looking up, mostly guys checking out the girls, although there were a few ladies looking their way too. Sensing his nerves, Amy leaned in and kissed his lips gently then added a reminder about Brad setting things up. That in addition to the way that Amber and Tanya were flirting distracted him and he started relaxing. At least until the waitress came to get their drink order and he had a déjà vu moment, flashing back to the dread he felt while waiting for Connie to laugh him out of the place. He needn't have worried and as soon as the waitress left he found himself hauled to the dance floor, with Amber behind him squeezing his ass if he slowed down. Once they got on the crowded floor and he realized that no one was laughing at the kid in their midst, Mark relaxed and let the music sink through him and found that he really liked dancing, especially with three beautiful partners. He also found having those self-same partners pressed against him as they danced to be thoroughly "invigorating" and let himself get lost in the music and the intoxicating feel of the girls. The waitress was leaving when the group giggled their way back to the table and Mark dropped into his chair, ending up with Amber on one knee, Tanya on the other and Amy pulling his head back to rest on her firm stomach. None of the chairs seemed to get much use except for the one he was in, the ladies using him instead, a function he could really get used to. Exhibiting the herd behavior that has baffled males forever, the ladies made the migration to the rest room and Mark amused himself trying to picture guys doing the same things. Taking a dump had never seemed like a good time to talk and he certainly didn't need a helping hand or a cheering section. He had just started thinking about the new exhaust systems he was going to get for the cars when he saw them heading back, each one with a wicked gleam in their eyes. He stood up as a courtesy and was shocked when each one slid into his arms and when they kissed him reached into his pockets. Feeling a bulk in them when he sat down he reached in and came out with three very wet thongs, coordinating very nicely too. The erection that had managed to relax a bit, thundered back to life when he looked down and all three girls decided to flash him at one time. Pretty sure that he would cum the second any of the girls did something else; he excused himself and headed for the bathroom. Mark stopped when he turned the corner headed back to the table; two guys were obviously trying to get the girls to dance and were having the same results as the rest that had been shot down. These two weren't taking "no" very well though and one of them had Amber by her arm. "I don't think the lady is interested." Mark said as he stepped up behind the two interlopers. "Mind your own business; this is between her and me." The grabby one said, irritated by being interrupted. Amy saw his eyes and stood up to try to defuse the situation, "he was just leaving Mark," and went to pull Amber's arm loose. "Get off of me bitch!" Hands said and pushed Amy, knocking her back into her chair. Mark stepped in and grabbed the guy's elbow and squeezed causing him to let go of Amber then slid between the two intruders and his dates. The guy that Mark had dubbed Hands took the opportunity to take a swing at his head. Mark ducked below the punch and dug two quick upper cuts into the thug's solar plexus and finished off with a quick right hook. The second one couldn't figure out what to do and faded back into the crowd. They had started picking up the chairs when the manager and two of the security guys showed up and hauled Hands off. Seems he had been making an ass of himself most of the night but not so big that they could toss him. The manager made sure they were ok and followed the big men toward his office. Mark's hands were shaking when he made sure Amber was ok and that no one was hurt. Amy, seeing the haunted look on his face, pulled the group to the dance floor to try to erase the memories that she saw playing out. At first he didn't respond to them, but when he remembered that he had three very wet thongs in his pocket, he pushed aside the recent unpleasantness and warmed back to the evening at hand. Laughing and heading back up the stairs deciding that it was time to go, the group stopped short, noticing a pretty brunette sitting at the table looking a bit out of sorts. Escorting the ladies back up, Mark lifted an eyebrow with an unspoken question, taking in the puffy eyes and running makeup. Obviously she had been crying. "Mr. Personality, better known as Chad, was who I was here with and I came by to apologize." "Are you ok? Did he do that?" He asked, seeing what looked like finger marks on her arm and the way her hair was pulled loose from the clips holding it back from her face. She never answered and Mark could feel his heartbeat in his ears as rage filled him again. All of the ladies with the exception of the newcomer were watching as his eyes glazed over and his jaw clenched. Amy and Amber pushed Mark into a chair and slid onto a knee with Tanya behind him, ostensibly to give him a back rub. Amber had her head on his chest and the other two were doing their best to whisper anything in his ears to divert the oncoming train wreck. Any other time he would have thought he was in heaven, surrounded by the three beautiful angels and another within reaching distance. But all he could think about was the "man" that had put those marks on the two girls and pushed Amy. His sense of touch finally overwhelmed his emotions and he realized that he had his head resting in Tanya's cleavage, the very firm nipples at eye level. He also figured out a split second later that he had a hand on the ass of two more beauties, and remembered all three depositing their panties in his pocket earlier. He kissed Amy and Tanya, and then looked at Amber, seeing the tears for the first time. "Are you ok, beautiful?" Mark asked. "I'm fine, he just scared me." came Amber's soft reply. "Let me see your arm, if he hur..." He said until he got interrupted by a nip on his neck. "Let's not think about him." Amy said and she slid up his neck to his ear, ending her statement with a growl. Amy could tell he was still trying to settle down and the mystery girl wasn't helping the cause much. She was beautiful, even the puffy eyes and running makeup couldn't hide that. She also looked lost, bewildered and more than a little afraid. She could see his eyes shift from her arm to her eyes and felt the tension slowly leak out of him, the coiled spring that his rage had formed slowly dissipating. The visitor may not know it, but she had been "adopted"; all Amy hoped was that she wouldn't hurt her knight. "Why don't you take our friend and get her cleaned up a bit, she might feel better." Amy nodded and shifted to get up until she heard, "do you mind if she stays with our group?" "I thought that was a given. As long as Amber and Tanya don't care and they won't." Amy and Amber kissed him then reached out and led the visitor off in the direction of the bathroom. Mark was surprised that he still had breasts on his ears and looked up into the green eyes that went with them. There was a hungry look in them now that made the rest look tame. "Thank you for taking care of Amber, that guy was an arrogant prick." Mark didn't have a reply other than turning red. Tanya slid her nipples along his neck while she moved around to sit in his lap, pressing against the bulge that was responding to the way she was grinding against it. Pulling his head down, she slid her tongue past his teeth and found his willing tongue waiting for her, drawing her into a kiss that stoked their inner flames. She grabbed his hand and slid it over her nipples, gasping into his mouth at the jolts of pleasure that went through her as he caressed and pulled them. She wasn't sure what was fueling her desire and really didn't care at this point. Not thinking, she felt herself slipping out of Mark's lap dragging her tortured nipples the length of his body, until she was on the floor in front of him. She knew that no one could see her but Mark, and the others would be gone for long enough to suit her purposes. She ran her fingernails along the ridge in his pants to get his attention, drawing a hungry stare from him. When she had his full attention, she slid her skirt up and spread her legs so he could see the wet swollen lips of her pussy. Mark watched through lust fogged eyes as Tanya slid a finger across her clit and into her wetness, drawing a shiver and groan from the little blonde. It was his turn to groan when she slid her wet fingers into his mouth and tugged his zipper down, reaching in to release his throbbing cock. He slid down in his chair to give her more room and watched when she slid first two and then three fingers inside while her thumb rubbed against her clit, swollen and an angry red color. She wrapped her hand around the base of his hardness and when she licked the head, Mark thought he would explode. Only the desire to cum with her made it possible to hang on by a shred. "Tanya, I'm so close." He gasped through clenched teeth. When she saw his cock for the first time, she almost came herself, thinking about that big head shoving inside and stretching her. She would have to settle for this right now, taking the edge off for when they had more time and privacy. When she heard that he was close, she shifted the hand that was fucking her sopping cunt into overdrive, moaning on his cock when he started thrusting into her throat. She started screaming around his shaft with the orgasm that had been building since the first kiss at Amy's, and saw him put his hand over his mouth, shooting the effects of being teased by the three sexy women down Tanya's happy throat. She didn't normally do that, but it never occurred to her not to do it for him. When Mark came back to earth a bit, he was aware of her licking the remaining cum from his softening cock and felt her putting him back inside his pants and re-zipping them. When she slid back into her spot in his lap, he pulled her hand up and licked each finger clean, nibbling and sucking each fingertip, making her squirm and twist. He was finishing his housekeeping and saw the waitress coming up the stairs with a little grin on her face, and figured that she had come up and he hadn't noticed. There could have been a parade go past the table and he would have still been lost in Tanya's eyes when she lost herself in her orgasm. The waitress had seen them, and while it was a common occurrence, there was something primal in the energy that the young couple released when they both exploded. She felt her pussy soak her panties and stayed long enough to see the pretty blonde swallowing quickly and the fluid dripping on the floor between her feet. She went into the bathroom in the back, locked the door and had her fingers slamming into her pussy, wishing that had been her instead of Tanya. A couple of minutes found her doubled over with the strength of her orgasm, her pussy gripping her fingers wishing they were the throbbing cock that had made her mouth water. She slid her panties down and put them in her pocket, shivering as the crotch of the bodysuit rubbed against her sensitive clit when she walked back out to the table. When the three girls came back, the waitress slid up the other staircase stopping next to Mark, who stood when the ladies returned, and slid something into his pocket. She just smiled when she saw him look at her when she asked if they needed anything else. He stopped her, giving her the same tip Connie had gotten, and finished with a grin of his own. She could feel his eyes as she walked away and couldn't wait for him to call, her number written on the very wet panties she had slipped him. Amy saw the waitress walking away and noticed the fuzzy look in Mark's eyes. When she saw the big grin on Tanya's face, she started grinning herself. "Feel better baby?" She whispered in his ear. "Hell yes," he said, then realized he had said that out loud and turned a shade of red not normally seen in nature. "It's ok Mark. Look at me. We've been teasing you all night and Tanya was just the lucky one. You liked it right?" Not waiting for the obvious answer, she went on, "now that you can think with the big head again, let's get out of here." She said with a big smile. Mark was looking at the new addition to their group, really seeing her for the first time. Her hair was fixed and the girls had done wonders for her makeup. He felt like time slowed for him as her face was permanently imprinted in his mind. Her eyes pulling him in and not releasing him until a giggling Tanya waved a hand in front of his face. Amy did the honors, "Mark, Vanessa...Vanessa, Mark." ******** The sun had started coloring the eastern sky pulling Mark temporarily out of his reverie, the last bottle empty in his hand. Not willing to face the coming day while there was still a thread of dark, he lost himself in the complex dance of the bats as they chased the bounty that dawn always brought. ************* When the group started down the steps, Tanya and Amy settled in on either side of Vanessa, Amber on Mark's arm. The manager stopped them on their way through the lobby, apologizing for the trouble Chad had caused. Pulling him aside the manager told him that "Mr. Wonderful" had just picked up his car and to be careful. After telling Mark that he was welcome anytime, he slid back into his manager persona and wished the now quintet a good night. Amber called shotgun, refusing to let go of his arm when they got to the car but relented so he could help the other three into the back seat. Tanya slipped into the back and pulled his head down for a passionate kiss that left them both wanting more and the others a bit stunned at the ferocity. Amber matched the intensity, kissed his lips, and then nipped his neck as if marking her territory for the rest. She pulled her feet into the car and ran a manicured hand up the inside of her thigh drawing his eyes to a smooth and very wet pussy. The invitation was unmistakable and it was a befuddled Mark that found himself in the presence of two more beautiful ladies, waiting their turns. Vanessa was wearing a black cocktail dress that plunged down her shapely back to the top of her ass, the hint of a cleft visible. The front was cut to below her navel drawing attention to the swell of each breast and the buds of her nipples. The hem of the dress came down just far enough to cover her splendid ass, with just the hint peeking from below if she moved in just the right way. Add to that a spectacular set of legs and a four inch pair of black heels and you had a 5' 9" work of art. It took Mark all of a second to fall over his tongue when he rounded the car and saw Amy and Vanessa. Amy slid into his arms when he stopped, squeezing his ass and nipping his neck on the other side when she took his hand. He stood stunned and stayed lost in her blue eyes until an equally stunning pair of brown eyes slid into view, Vanessa asserting herself. Not sure about the dynamic of the four friends, Vanessa hung back trying to figure out who was doing what to who. At first she thought Mark was with Amber, but then she swore that he and Tanya had been messing around when she and the other two went to the bathroom. Then she heard what Amy had said, not to mention the feeling that had gone through her when she saw the animal inside when he asked about the hand mark Chad had left. That was nothing compared to the look they shared when the anger had turned to something close to hunger, a feeling that she was surprised to find she shared. It was that hunger that fueled her unexpected kiss, surprising all of them, Vanessa most of all. She had just met him but found herself drawn into his arms and to his lips. She slid one hand into his hair, pressing her lips to his, the other scratching down his back. When she brought her hands around and palmed his nipples, she pushed him back against the car and felt his hands slide into the open back of her dress, cupping her bare ass and grinding her against his thigh. The two were interrupted when the other three girls started whistling and cheering, drawing embarrassed blushes from both. Mark was awash in hormones and he took a deep breath and got in. The car rumbled to life and he headed back to the house. It was too late to take the girls home and he had enough room for them all. They were getting settled in for the forty five minute drive back when Mark noticed a set of headlights that had been with them since the club. Just to make sure, he turned down a side street then doubled back. Same set of lights. "What kind of car does Chad drive, Vanessa?" Mark asked casually, catching Amy's eye in the mirror. "A fairly new SAAB, he's always babbling about it, but the thing is a sled. Why?" "We might have a bit of company, but there's not much around here that can catch us, so it'll be ok," he said to the pair of frightened eyes he saw in the rear view mirror. He reached back between the seats and squeezed her calf to reassure her, leaving his hand in place, soaking in the sensations her smooth skin was funneling through his massaging fingers. "Amy, call Frank and tell him what's up. Tell him that we need to meet at the 41 cutoff, have him call when he's there," he said, then continued, "might want to make sure your seat belts are tight and your trays are in the upright stowed position ladies, things are about to get fun." Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 04 Amy saw the glint of excitement in his eyes and called the sheriff's deputy, the same one that had been the lead officer the night of the shooting. All he said besides being careful was something that sounded a lot like have fun, the last part lost to the increasing roar as the 427 spooled up. Mark left the talking to Amy and rolled onto the interstate, hanging back to make sure Chad had time to see the direction and went up through the gears. Waiting for the call, he took the time to check with each lady to see if they were ok. Amy and Vanessa were enjoying the visceral symphony the big block and exhausts were playing. Tanya was along for the ride and Amber had more than a tinge of fear in her eyes, whether from the speed or the fact they were being followed wasn't clear. Reaching over, he took Amber's hand and pulled it to his lips, caressing the back with his lips. He stayed that way until he heard Amy's phone ring, and once he saw a thumbs up from her, he let go and squeezed her thigh in reassurance with a grin and a wink for good measure. The road here was straight with no exits and he saw the headlights pull closer. Waiting until he saw the 41 exit sign, he dropped the car into third gear and floored the gas pedal, the tires chirping as the throats on the carburetors opened wide, pinning them back in their seats. When the tach slid through 6500 rpm, he shifted into fourth and he saw the speedometer climb past 135. That was about the time he saw the cruiser on the far side of the overpass and with a grin, pressed the button allowing the nitrous system to do its magic, dragging Chad into a long night and a very expensive ticket. The girls cheered when they saw the flashing blue lights appear behind the rapidly dwindling headlights then turned wide eyed as the scenery sped by faster than any of them had gone on land. Mark waited until they were far enough from the ongoing mess to ensure that there was no chance of Chad seeing the turn off to the house. He cut the boost and pulled off the interstate. Switching off the lights and relying on moonlight, he pulled into a sheltered spot overlooking the road, ensuring that there would be no surprises; Mark had promised Brad that he would look after his "dates" and would never forgive himself if something happened to them. He felt Amber's trembling hand slide into his, her eyes wide. "I'm sorry Amber; I didn't mean to scar..." He stopped as she put a finger to his lips. Then she pulled him into an awkward embrace. "It was being chased, not the speed. I could still feel his hand on my arm and I guess I freaked a little." Then she kissed him again before letting him go. "Way to go stud," Tanya purred as she held his hand against her knee, wishing she could hold it against her aching pussy. The speed had thrilled her and the way he had handled the situation more so. "Happy birthday baby," Amy giggled running a finger along his neck, drawing a shiver from him. A soft "thank you" was all Vanessa said, but the way she ran her hand up to caress his cheek spoke volumes. He could smell her perfume on her wrist and he kissed the tanned skin. Just before Mark's senses overloaded, Amy's phone rang and she handed it to him to answer. It was Frank saying that it was clear to go on to the house. It turned out that Chad had some outstanding warrants and had tried to run. Thanking the sheriff, he hung up and passed along the news, hearing four very relieved sighs. "It's too late to take you home now, you can stay at the house tonight and after breakfast I'll run everyone home. I've got plenty of room and I make a mean omelet. Amy can set the sleeping assignments when we get there." He said, not even considering he was the youngest in the car, taking care of the arrangements. By the time they had pulled into the garage and Mark turned to say they were home; Tanya was the only one still awake. He came around and got the sleeping Amber out, Tanya following them to the guest bedroom. Laying her down, Mark left and came back with a handful of his tee shirts asking Tanya to get Amber settled while he got the couch in the den and office ready. He was heading back to the garage and stopped, staring, Tanya was closing the door to Amber's room but instead of wearing the shirt he had given her, she was wearing one of his dress shirts the bottom three buttons keeping it closed. "Wow," was all he managed to get through his constricted throat, taking in the incredibly erotic vision. "I hope this is ok, the other shirt seemed so restrictive." Tanya said with a little smile. Taking a deep breath, he drank in the sight of her breasts and her bare legs; they were almost covered. "That shirt has never looked so good," he finally managed. Shaking his head trying to remember what he had been doing, he went on, "Amy is going in my room, Vanessa is going in the office and you can have this one. I'll crash in the garage." He said, but missed the look she gave him when he turned to bring another of the guests in. Tanya helped him get Amy and Vanessa out of the car and while she was getting Amy settled, he was trying to get Vanessa into the shirt without taking advantage of the sleeping girl. He slid the big shirt over her head, reached through the arm holes and slid her dress over her shoulders, letting it puddle around her feet. He wasn't aware of the audience as Tanya stood in the door, waiting to see what he would do. She didn't know anyone, male or female that wouldn't have stolen a glance at Vanessa's figure, but he didn't. She slid in to help him get the sleeping girl's arms through the right holes and settled into bed, stretching up to kiss his cheek lightly. Smoothing her hair back and pulling the covers up to tuck her in, he took a minute to appreciate the beauty sleeping there. With a sigh he went out pulling the door closed behind him, not seeing Tanya until she was pressed against him, her hands un-tucking his shirt while she traced the lines of his abs like she was reading Braille. "If you think I'm sleeping alone tonight, you're crazy." Tanya said. "Is there room out there for me or do you want an audience?" staring at the two rooms' closed doors for emphasis. "Umm, yes? No, Wait, what was the question again?" He said when he got the gist of what she was saying. "Let me check on the others and get something to change into." Checking on Amber, he picked up his unused shirt then went in and made sure Amy was ok while he grabbed some gym shorts. He came around the corner and found Tanya stretched up on her toes, bent across the bar and looking over her shoulder at him. Mark started at her feet and caressed each line of her with his eyes, stopping with a held breath when he got to her ass as she presented it to his hungry look. He lost himself in the symmetry of each firm globe tapering down to the gap between her thighs, swollen wet lips inviting him to explore their depths. When he finally made the rest of the trip to her smiling lips and a wink, he blushed and started apologizing. "Tanya, I uh, I didn't mean to," before trailing off into a pained pause. She had to remind herself again that the man in front of her was only eighteen and still a virgin. She decided to take it slow, for the first minute anyway. It was that thought that brought the sexy smile and glint to her eye when she turned and stalked to her prey; Mark. She felt the look he was playing over her body like it was his hands and shivered, wanting to rip the shirt open to feel the hard body inside it against her, but stopped at the last minute staring into his eyes. "Take me to bed stud," was all she said and took his hand in both of hers, backing toward the door. When her feet bumped the door, she grabbed his collar in both hands and pulled him into another kiss that left both of them panting. Mark might not know women, but he was pretty sure he had the go ahead from the pretty blonde in his arms and slid his hands down her back to squeeze her ass. When she tilted her head back and exposed her neck, he went on instinct and leaned in to get closer to the lingering perfume. Starting at her collar bone, he ran his nose up the long curve to her ear, her scent fueling the fire that was burning in him. He felt her shiver and heard the soft moan when he explored her neck, finding her spots as he nibbled and licked the tanned skin. Tanya fumbled for the door knob; she was a heartbeat or two from throwing him on the floor and fucking him, witnesses be damned. Finally getting the door open, she grabbed him by the belt and pulled him across the back yard like a ski boat towing a skier. She had a feeling that wherever they stopped would be the place where they would stay until they were both spent. Going through the door she stopped in the darkness, his arms sliding around her and he guided them to the light switch. They had converted part of the garage into an apartment of sorts after the shooting, when Mark had been unable to sleep in the house. Once the bathroom was finished, Mark had sealed up the house acting like it never existed. He had a TV, refrigerator, bathroom and a place to sleep so to his mind he had everything he needed. Without the Swanson family, he would have become a hermit coming out only for food and car parts. When the light came on, Tanya looked up into his eyes seeing a troubled look. "What's wrong baby? "I don't know what to do. I've nev...," stopping when she put her finger to his lips. "Your instincts have been good so far and I'm pretty sure you can figure it out stud. Now, where was I?" she finished and she pulled him over to the couch. It was all she could do to restrain herself from ripping his shirt apart when she unbuttoned it, dropping it on the floor. Dragging her nails in circles, she left trails of goose bumps before kissing her way down to his nipples, licking and sucking each one, sitting back on the couch. She leaned forward to give him a view of her breasts, each hard nipple hidden from view, undoing his pants. Sliding her hands beneath his underwear, she ran them around his hips grabbing his ass with both hands, sliding both garments to the floor letting his swollen cock pop free. She smiled and sucked the head past her lips, running her tongue in circles before pressing down until her nose was pressed against his pelvis. All he could do was try not to let his knees buckle while he watched Tanya's throat when she swallowed him. Not knowing what to do with his hands, he rested them on her head, surprised at the approving moan that he felt more than heard. She reached up and put her hands over his, pressing his fingers with hers causing him to push her lips back down after she had come up for a ragged breath. The harder he pushed, the better she liked it until she couldn't take any more and pulled off gasping. She slid back on the couch and put one leg across the back cushions and left the other foot on the floor, opening her pussy to him. Tanya let him look, soaking in the waves of desire that were radiating from him. She opened her arms, and frowned when he hesitated. He hated to see the frown that clouded her face but he was overwhelmed with the thought that she would want him to do anything with her and didn't want to disappoint her. "You're gorgeous. Are you sure? Where do I start?" He said in a choked rush, sure that this sexy lady was going to remember he was just a kid and walk away. Her eyes softened when she figured out the internal argument he was having and reached up to draw him into her arms, kissing his neck. She moved her lips to his for a lingering kiss before she took his hand and slid it into her shirt allowing him to explore. She saw him watching her face and listening to the sounds coming from her as his gentle fingers traced circles inside her shirt. She held her breath when he molded her breasts in his palms, brushing his fingers across her nipples, finishing with little pinches. She pulled him into another kiss and guided his head to her ears and urged him on after he got the hint and started the tour of her body. At this point as long as he didn't hit her with a hammer or cut any parts off she figured it would feel good and she lost herself in the feelings that his lips were causing. When he got to her collar bones she sighed in approval and pressed his head toward her aching nipples, throwing her head back with a groan when he flicked them with his tongue. She loved having her tits played with and with the extended foreplay, she was almost delirious. When he sucked one of the pebbled nubs into his mouth and flicked it, her eyes flew open, her body convulsing and she felt her orgasm blossom. She held his head in place, her hips bucking into the air, knowing that she couldn't wait much longer. She looked down and saw his eyes watching her and a shy smile crept across his face. "Help me out of this sweetie," she said and undid the three buttons on the shirt letting it fall open. He caught it and flipped it over his shoulder. "As good as it looked on you, it looks better over there," he said pointing to where the shirt landed. "Let's open this thing up so we've got a little more room. I really don't want to roll off," Tanya said Once the bed was folded out and Tanya was stretched out on it, Mark continued in search of the rest of her buttons. He had no clue where they were, but he sure knew when he found them. He found all of her ticklish spots as well as her "sexy" spots as he dubbed them mentally. He was kissing around her navel and slid a hand up her thigh, running his fingers through her wetness, loving the slippery smoothness of her excited pussy and tripped across her clit. She dislodged his fingers when her hips jerked and it took him a minute to find it again, then he started rubbing across it in lazy circles with his fingers, batting it as each one flipped by. "Lick it for me baby, please" Guiding his head, she moved his mouth over her clit and was rewarded with a soft, tentative, feathery lick while he gauged her reactions and followed with more aggressive ones. When he licked the length of her lips, dipping his tongue into her on the way by, he felt her hand wrap itself in his hair holding him in place. Reaching up and grabbing her tits in his hands, he rolled her nipples the way she had liked it earlier and was surprised when she put her free hand over his, pushing his fingers together and pulling, stretching them away from her body. Taking the hint, he started pulling her nipples, driving her toward the brink of an explosive orgasm. He was moving back up to lick her clit and drug his teeth across it, tripping her release as she locked her thighs around his ears and screamed in pleasure. "Oh shit baby. Eat me. Oh fuck yes. Don't stop. Fuck." She said in an ever increasing pitch and volume. He couldn't move his head so he kept licking and sucking, forcing her to open her legs and use his hair to pull his lips to her mouth, licking her wetness from them. Gasping into his mouth, she shook from the after shocks before pulling back and looking at him suspiciously. "Are you sure you haven't done that before?" "No beautiful, the only thing I've done besides a kiss on the cheek is what we've done. I just kept track of what you liked and did that some more." He said with a sheepish grin. "Then let's see what kind of a student you really are stud. Make love to me and don't worry about holding off, we have the rest of the night for that," and urged him up so she could reach his cock, the head wet with pre-cum. Rubbing the head across her clit jump-started her pussy and feeling the head push into her, she knew that she might be the one trying to wait. She had to hold him in one hand to allow her clenched pussy time to relax enough to accept him, letting him slide in inch by inch until she had all of him inside, her pussy twitching as she fought back the tide of her orgasm at least until he could start moving. Mark watched her small hand stir the head through her lips and gasped when she placed it at her opening, shifting her hips up to get him inside. Letting her lead, all he could do was watch as he sank further into the smooth depths of her pussy, her lips stretching around his shaft. He saw her grimace when he was all the way in and was about to pull out when she stopped him. "No, it's ok baby. I just need to get used to it." "I don't want to hurt you," he said with a concerned tone. "Oh, you won't. Now fuck me stud." He pulled back too far the first couple of strokes coming all the way out, but he got the hang of it quickly. She seemed to like the long, slow strokes so he stayed with that until he felt her heels against his ass urging him to speed up. "Oh fuck, Mark. Give it to me baby, hard!" The last yelped out when she felt him slam into her. Tanya grabbed her nipples, twisting and pulling them, the pain signals turning to pleasure somewhere in her mind. Squealing, she saw his teeth nipping at her hands to move them and started pulling her nipples with his teeth, stretching her tits away from her body. The combination of the pounding he was giving her pussy and the treatment her nipples were getting set her off. As she bit down on his shoulder and scratched his back, he threw his head back and he buried himself deep inside her, filling her with shot after shot. Wrapping her arms and legs tightly around him to ensure he stayed inside her, Tanya felt his lips on hers, gasping for air. His hands caressing her face and noticed a sad look in his eyes. "Why are you crying? Did I hurt you sweetie?" Mark asked. "God, no baby, those are happy ones. Please smile, its ok. Better than ok even, are you sure about this whole first time thing?" She finished in a teasing tone drawing his smile back to his lips and he leaned in for another kiss. The two lovers spent the rest of the night using the energy reserves wasted on youth and fell asleep in a tangle of sheets and limbs. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 05 Thank you for taking the time to read this story. It still feels like I'm floating in the Twilight Zone when I see that another person has read this. A huge thank you to Jen for not only the editing, but for the general hand holding. Good luck. Any comments or feedback are welcome and can be left through my profile. Thanks again, TNC *************** The sun had been shining in his eyes for a while and he started trying to get loose, he had breakfast to make; he stopped just short of falling out of the swing. The rays were just coming over the horizon and if it were any other, promised to be a perfect summer day. Picking up the empty bottles, Mark headed in for coffee and another long day, wondering what the next few hours would bring. He started two pots of coffee, one for him and the other for Vanessa and Amy. He had grown addicted to the "yank your eyelids off and beat your brain awake" strength that the guys on the boat brewed, although the ladies objected. Not wanting to deal with either of the two ladies sans caffeine, he started a pot with a more pedestrian strength for the "morning people" still sleeping. Pouring his pot into two big mugs and theirs into a carafe, Mark headed out to the garage, he needed to think and he thought better when his hands were moving. Turning the stereo on, he found a classic rock station and cranked the volume up as he put Amy's truck and Vanessa's Porsche on the lifts. Occupying his hands with the manual labor, he made a mental list of phone calls to be made and issues to cover with Scott. When the wheels were off and the oil was draining into the catch cans, he was well into the air guitar solo in "Free Bird" and turned, jumping up and hitting his head on a brake rotor as he noticed someone behind him. With his mind off thinking and the loud music someone could have driven a tank through the place and he wouldn't have noticed. "Shitfuckpissdamnohfuckme that hurts like forty seven motherfuckers!" Forgetting his visitor and lapsing into boat language as the only thing available that properly summed up his feelings. He felt a pair of hands guiding him to the couch and when his eyes uncrossed he found that he was staring into the deep brown eyes that had stolen his heart the first time he saw them in the club. He also saw that the only thing she was wearing was the tee shirt he had put her to bed in, the animal part of his brain started singing her body's praises. If he and Amy hadn't exhausted each other, he would have Vanessa bent over the couch enjoying the feel as her ass bounced off his stomach with each thrust. When he made it to her eyes, they were puffy and full of a sadness that ripped through the hastily constructed box he had stuffed his feelings in to shield himself, allowing him to deal with everything on better terms. He was planning on dealing with them when he hadn't been up for two days and had the advantage of some time to wear down the edges of the knife he felt twisting in his heart, and twenty four hours wasn't long enough. He held up a finger and went to turn the music down and wash his hands. He came back with an ice pack in one hand and a beer in the other, this day was fucked anyway and he had already gone through more than enough happy hours since he slept last. Draining half of the bottle, he set it down as he slid back against the arm of the couch and looked at his wife as she sat on the other end, facing the far wall. Vanessa woke up, not recognizing where she was and when the room came into view, her world crashed around her ears. When she sat up, she felt the soreness from the two huge dildos and then remembered the tender way Mark had taken care of her. She padded down the hall to her bedroom expecting to find Mark and pulled up short when she saw Amy's sleeping form. Seeing her mussed hair and the serene look, she could imagine what had happened. Mark was more passionate than usual when they got back and she envied her friend, but couldn't be angry, not after what she had done. Turning and pulling the door closed behind her, she went into the den, stopping when she saw the splintered wound in the table. The shears were there but not their rings. She searched through the rest of the house and smelled coffee. If there was a place he would be it was in the garage. Stopping to fill a mug, she allowed herself a small smile when she saw the thick foul stuff Mark called coffee. The one time she had tried it, she felt like she was bouncing off the walls and couldn't stop talking. Opening the back door gave her the answer to the location question as she heard the music pulsing through the walls. Steeling herself and taking a deep breath she started down the steps and across the yard. The music got louder as she got closer and she pressed her full lips into a thin line. With Mark, the louder the music, the more upset he was and with the level at just below where your ears start bleeding, he was royally pissed. Pressing her forehead against the door, she could feel the bass pulsing through her, just like the night he had saved her from Chad. They had never talked about it, but they would be now, if she could get to her Mark again. Vanessa stepped into the garage and her world narrowed as she saw Mark, his back to her as he worked on her car. She memorized each part of him and vowed that she would do whatever it took to keep the man that held her heart in his hands. As she walked closer she started laughing as the wrench he was using turned into an air guitar. She was getting ready to touch his arm, when he turned and jumped up like she had lit his feet on fire, straight into the brake rotor. He stood stunned for a second, but she knew he was ok when he started cussing, although the glazed and slightly cross-eyed look did concern her as she led him to the couch. As she was helping him sit down his eyes focused on her and there was a moment when she saw the damage she had done. She lost herself in the pit he was looking up at her from, feeling the pain that was her fault as a stake through her heart, bringing tears to her eyes. Even when he slammed the walls back in place, she could still see the haunted look behind them. When he returned with a beer, she knew he was upset. Add to that the circles under his eyes and she guessed he hadn't been asleep for quite a while. She winced as he drained half the bottle while he held the ice to his head. She wanted to reach over and take care of him, but she was held in place by the look of betrayal that she could see in his eyes When Mark was settled on the couch, he waited. He didn't really know where to start and really wasn't in the shape he needed to be in to deal with it, but here they were. He had started drifting, letting the music sooth his frayed nerves when he heard her start. "You remember me saying I was so alone?" And waited until she was sure he was back before she continued. "I didn't have anyone I could go to and got myself caught in something." Turning to look into his eyes, she took a deep breath and went on, "remember Chad?" She saw the nod and said, "When Mom and Dad split, I took a second job making deliveries to help Mom with expenses. It wasn't much but it helped. As it turned out, the deliveries were drugs and money. Chad contacted me after he got out of jail and found out we were married. He threatened to implicate you unless I did what he wanted. It would have destroyed your career and ruined everything, that and I couldn't stand to see the disappointment in your eyes. So much for that. God, I fucked up everything. I'll do whatever you want. If you want me to go, just say so, but please hold me a last time." She trailed off in silence as the tears flowed from her eyes. Mark's emotions were ping ponging between anger, sadness, despair and ending with compassion. He expected the anger to last but when she looked up and he saw the loss and resignation in her eyes, his insides started to melt. There were some huge hurdles to get past, but he felt his arms opening and then the familiar form of his sobbing wife filling them. There were three people that could rip his heart out and stomp on it and be welcomed into his life again, one was sleeping, one was dead and the other had her face buried in his chest. Leaning his head back, he felt his own trickling down his cheeks, falling in her hair. Thinking of Amy brought the night back to him in vivid detail. "Ness, Amy and," stopping as she looked up, intending to clear the air. "I know baby. And no, I'm not mad. Who could blame you? I meant what I said earlier. I'll do what I have to do to keep you in my life." She could tell that he was thinking about what she said and what to do about it and waited until he looked down again. He looked into her eyes and saw nothing but openness and an absolute devotion to him. "I love her too Ness." He started. "I know that baby; you would have to be blind not to see it," shocking him in the lack of animosity. "Ummmmmm." Was all he managed to push past his numb lips. Taking a minute to mentally catch up from left field where he had last been seen, "well, Scott will be over before noon and I think we need to let the Captain know what's up. This isn't the kind of thing you blind side anyone with. I'm going to need you to go and explain the situation; names and places, the whole nine yards." He saw her nodding to everything, relieving him more than he expected "I need to talk to Jack too." Continuing as the shadow went across her eyes. "He'll be fine if I don't start in the middle. People like Chad and his buddies are Jack's specialty, and he would love to discuss china patterns with them I'm sure." Jack was a little less protective, if a mother wolverine could be less protective than a mother grizzly, that is. "I've got no idea what to do Ness. Even with the whole Chad thing." He trailed off. "Why didn't you come to me?" "I couldn't handle disappointing you. So instead of that, I ended up hurting you worse than ever. I'm so sorry if that's worth anything right now." tears forming again. He didn't have a clue what to say, so he sat and waited for something to come to his addled mind. Nothing showed up so he stared at her, waiting. "Please wait until we, I, get this mess fixed before you decide. I can't handle it alone Mark." looking up at him, her eyes glistening. Finally something that he could latch on to; he nodded ok. He didn't know why she needed him, she seemed to be the one that had it together and he was along for the ride and had married way above himself. "Ok. I can't say everything will be fine, there's just too much shit floating right now for me to see the surface. Plus, Amy is part of the mix now too." Although that was much like saying milk was part of a cow. She had been there at the beginning and had always been there, and Vanessa knew better than to try to separate him from Amy, or Jack for that matter. "Baby, I told you that I would be happy with what you can give me and I meant it. I know I've got no right to ask but will you do me a favor and at least not make love to her in the same room?" She asked plaintively but softened it with a small smile. "You know me better than that, Ness. Plus, I'm not even sure she would want to. Last night was a "heat of the moment" thing and I'm too burnt right now to think straight. Not to mention starving. I think the last time I ate was Wednesday night and I can't remember when I slept last. Can we hold off the forever talks until I can get a nap, please? He leaned down and kissed her softly on the top of the head. "I love you as much as I ever have, but I don't like you very much right now." Vanessa melted into his arms, feeling anchored and secure for the first time since Chad resurfaced. It never got old being in Mark's arms, feeling sheltered and safe no matter what was swirling around them. She could still feel the current rushing past them, but it never managed to reach into her sanctuary. Mark felt complete again, strangely enough. He knew inside that as long as he had Amy and Vanessa, nothing could hurt them. The puzzle was finished; he just had no idea what it looked like yet. The embrace allowed them to draw strength from each other and calmed the waters, at least to the point that the boat wasn't sinking. It remained to be seen which way they were headed, but at least they were still floating. "Now, let's see if we can at least take the first bite out of this elephant, I hear it tastes great with ketchup, hungry?" In an attempt to lighten the mood, which worked a little, drawing a small smile from Vanessa as they headed back to the house Mark started another pot of high test and took a cup of regular to Amy. The shower started as he went into the room, shutting the door behind him. He stood watching her, lost in the memories of the night, scared to wake her up and break the spell. He reached out and brushed her hair back from her face, smiling nervously when she opened her eyes. "Good morning, beautiful" "Good morning sweetheart," she said with an answering grin. "Is that coffee I smell? Caffeine will get you anything you want." She added with a purr as she stretched, the sheet slipping down to expose her nipples. Pulling him down to sit on the bed, she leaned in and kissed him. Mark sighed in relief when he figured out she didn't hate him for what happened between them and relaxed, his lips saying what there were no words to express. "Where did you sleep last night sweetie?" She asked breathlessly when he pulled back. "I rolled over and you were gone." "Wellllll" he started, a fearful look flashed across her face. "It was just me and the owl, baby." Amy thought he had slept with Vanessa, the idea disturbing her, even though she was the outsider pushing her way in, the breath she didn't realize she was holding escaping in a rush. She shouldn't have felt relief; he looked even more like an extra from a zombie movie than he did earlier. "Once you're done in the shower, all of us need to talk, things are worse than I thought. Oh, and I told Vanessa about last night and us," Mark said as Amy flopped back on the bed, her eyes wide. "She said she figured it out when she saw you. Something about recognizing the signs." "And she was ok with it?" Amy asked after a pause. "Not really, but given the circumstances, there's really nothing she can say about it." He answered. "Now get that cute ass in the shower, we've got a long day ahead of us and Scott will be here in a bit." "I love you baby," Amy said as she stood and pulled his face against her bare stomach. "I love you too," he hugged her hips, then squeezed her ass with a growl. "Breakfast should be ready in thirty minutes," watching her as she walked into the bathroom. He headed out the door, taking a pair of shorts and a tee shirt for Vanessa to wear until they could get some of her stuff washed. Vanessa finished first, and came into the kitchen with that towel thing that herd members wore to secret meetings, and sat down content to let the normalcy of Mark cooking sooth her nerves. Amy came in a minute later with the same headdress and Mark turned to see if there was some kind of secret hand shake that went with the turban, and started giggling as the thought bounced around his semi-functioning mind. "You look like hell," both women said. They stared at each other for a second, and then joined the delirious idiot at the stove in a giggle. With the ice broken a little, the two women in Mark's life sat talking, each keeping a worried eye on him. "How much of that sludge you call coffee have you had this morning." Vanessa asked. "Two," was the short, guarded response. "Cups?" Amy asked with a raised eyebrow, sharing a look with Vanessa. "Pots." Although he managed to have something that needed a vigorous stirring obscuring the word. "What was that again?" Vanessa asked, the ladies ganging up again. "Pots." Mark said as he turned around to see two sets of very irritated and distraught eyes, each of them knowing that he was running on fumes and they were a part of the reason. Both women moved with what had to be the hive mentality bestowed with the turbans. Amy intercepted the spatula and Vanessa grabbed his arm, turning him to the table, pressing him into a chair, holding him there through the force of her will alone. She couldn't stop him from standing up if he wanted to, but her small hand effectively stopped him from vibrating out of the seat. Mark had no idea how tired he was until he quit moving; the last forty eight hours conspired with the emotional turmoil and were enough to overwhelm even the coffee. When the plate was put in front of him, he ate mechanically barely tasting what filled his stomach. He felt hands helping him to his feet and sensed the two women helping him to bed. There was a dim sense of surprise when he felt his shorts leaving the same time as his shirt. When he felt a set of lips on each cheek, he wrapped his arms around each lady, refusing to let go until they had settled in on either side of him. He fell asleep with each girl's head lying on an arm that was wrapped protectively around them. Mark woke up and didn't remember lying down or much past waking up Amy. He seemed to remember having two armfuls of women though, and he currently was two short of that total. Looking at the clock jolted him awake, it was 230 and he had slept through the time Scott was coming by and he had never meant to leave Amy and Vanessa alone. Throwing a shirt on and hopping up and down, he managed to get his shorts pulled up before rushing into the den. Both girls looked up in curiosity at an obviously flustered Mark. Not only did he have the shirt on backward, but the shorts were inside out, the pockets flapping as he came sliding around the corner. They both looked at him, then each other, before breaking down and laughing. Getting up from the piles of folded clothes, they turned him around to try again, while making all sort of jokes about men getting dressed without supervision. Mark had expected a lot of things, but not the two women pleasantly socializing. He thought that maybe he was going to wake up any second to the house coming apart when the two female forces of nature collided. Taking a second look in the mirror, he shared a mental laugh, although he would never admit it. He looked like he had never gotten dressed on his own before. That's when he remembered Scott and the rest of the mess that was waiting for him. Checking the offending garments twice for details like tags and pockets pointing in the traditional directions, he tried his entrance again, only to be greeted by whistling and cheering from the peanut gallery. He was just bowing and starting a search of coffee when Vanessa stopped him with a quick kiss and told him to sit down. When she had gone to the kitchen, Amy came over and sat on the arm of the chair and kissed him, sliding down on one side to pull his arm around her waist. Vanessa came in, put his cup on the table and slid in on the other side, effectively making the coffee a tantalizing mirage. It was obvious that they had something that needed talking about and he wasn't about to try to stand in its way. He kissed the top of each head and leaned back, there were a lot worse ways he could think of to wake up. Mark had drifted into the place that no herd member could go, the one where there were no thoughts, just the mental test pattern. How long he was there he didn't know, but two very amused blue eyes and two equally amused brown eyes were looking at him when he came back. "Yes ma'am's? How may I help you?" "Did you hear anything I just said?" Amy asked with a grin. "Not a chance Amy." Vanessa chimed in. "He was probably thinking about world peace or ending hunger, either that or something equally as important like why paint was named paint. He did have that out to lunch look on his face you know," adding with an answering grin. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 05 Putting his most persecuted look in place, he sighed with a pained look holding it just long enough to grab a handful of very ticklish woman in each hand. When his ears were ringing with the echoes of the giggling screams, he relented and they collapsed in a chuckling heap. "You were saying?" Mark started with a grin. "You're a shit, you know that right?" Amy slapped him playfully when he agreed wholeheartedly. "Scott came by and we filled him in on everything, well everything he needs to know anyway. He's going to get Frank pictures of all of the guys so the drug guys can get moving. We've got a time set to meet with the Captain at 10 tomorrow morning and Jack is still out of range, but it may be Monday morning before anyone sees him anyway." Mark glanced at the piles of clean clothes and looked at the ground, his cheeks heating. Vanessa put her hand under his chin and lifted his eyes to meet hers, "if it had been me, they wouldn't have been dirty, they would have been cinders." Taking a deep breath, Mark hugged both of them tight, pulling their heads to his shoulders. He kissed Vanessa's head then Amy's, before he settled back trying to get his head around what he wanted to ask. There was no way he wanted the two ladies at each others' throats with what was coming at them. He must have tensed up or maybe they just knew him well enough to know something was bothering him. "What's wrong sweetie?" Amy asked for both of them. "I don't know that anything is really, but I don't know how to act right now. I also don't want there to be problems between you two over anything I did either. If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me. I can deal with that, but I can't handle it between you." He coasted to a stop, mentally cringing and waiting for both of them to stomp off. Neither said anything, his nerves fraying further with each second. Finally he looked down and his stomach dropped, both of them were crying. Shit. He would rather cut off an arm than hurt one of them, now he had hurt both. "Please say something. I'm sorry for," pausing to think of the next word. "We're not mad at you or each other, we talked after Scott left and decided that until this mess is over, I'm going to stay in the office and you can have the bedroom, Vanessa is going to stay in the guest bedroom." Amy said when Mark hesitated. He looked at Vanessa, and got a confirming nod, then leaned his head back trying to soak everything in. Even with the mess with Chad, Vanessa had his heart in her hands, something that she shared with Amy after last night. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that they had always had joint ownership and he was the only one that was late coming to that conclusion. He felt like a splinter in a flood, going wherever the current took him and knew if he didn't have them he would be swept away. "Fuck me," slipped out, echoing the loss of words to describe the knots he was in, his eyes popping open when he heard a chorus of "ok" from the two occupants in his lap, making the girls laugh; that sound making things ok again. He still had no idea what to do, but at least they were good. "I'll sleep in the garage, you two can flip for the big bed. We also need to get a mattress." Mark was getting the look that said "why are you being stupid?" and stopped talking. "The mattress will be here within the hour and you're not sleeping in the garage." Vanessa said with Amy nodding in agreement. "The only thing we weren't able to figure out was the sex part." All he could do was wheeze and look between the two of them. "You love Vanessa too much to not sleep with her and after last night you're stuck with me. We talked about it after Scott left. I really can't say anything about you two and she is ok with us as well." Amy said with nods from Vanessa. "Remember when I said that about not making love in the same room, baby?" Vanessa asked, and continued when he nodded. "I meant it then and I mean it more now. If I try to drive a wedge between you two, you'll be miserable, and then we will be miserable too." "Wow." The one word summed up all of his feelings and emotions, drawing a pair of amused giggles from the girls. They had the luxury of sleep and the chance to get comfortable with the things that had just been dumped on the man they both loved. He was just about to say something when the mattress got there. The two kids that delivered it spent equal time drooling over the ladies and looking at Mark with envy evident on their faces. He almost laughed when one puffed out his chest, but Vanessa shot him down with a raised eyebrow as she ran her fingernails along Mark's chest. When Amy wrapped herself around him on the other side and ran her teeth up his neck, they all but ran back to the truck after shooting him one more "lucky bastard" look. Remembering that he had eight wheels lying on the floor of the garage and two oil-less vehicles in the air, Mark left the ladies to the linens. He cranked the music but this time it was classic R&B; Marvin Gaye, Teddy Pendergrass and Mr. White. He spun the new filters on and had just tightened the drain plugs when the door opened. He looked up and dropped the wrench. Vanessa was standing framed in the doorway, wearing her black heels and a smile. She looked hungry, but tentative, scared that Mark would reject her. He had never seen her this vulnerable before. Even at her lowest points, she always had an inner strength that refused to bend to anyone. But here was the frightened girl that had captivated him the first time he laid eyes on her, seeing through her walls and shells so much like his. He had never really thought it through, but with all of his feelings and emotions simmering just below the surface, it was easy to see what made the almost symbiotic relationship between the two, not possible, but more like unavoidable. Each had built their mental fortresses, not to keep others out, but to keep themselves locked away in the highest reaches, keeping everyone safe from them. They only let a select few through the gates and fewer still access to the self-imposed cell. Mark had only made three keys to his and had dropped one when he swept her up with that first look. Jack used his to check in. Amy had, up until last night, used hers as a curator would; but Vanessa had moved in and in turn had given him the one and only key she had made. When they were together, it seemed as if they were two halves of one person. All of that flashed through his mind in the time separating two heartbeats; the first with an aching void, the next a feeling of peace and contentment as he saw the change in her eyes. It seemed that everything had gone still and he was floating, feeling like he was being irresistibly drawn to her. His senses suddenly filled with her scent, shocking him as she touched his cheek. Her touch jolted him back to the here, flooding him with everything that had happened and he knew that there was nothing that Amy or Vanessa could ever do to him that would make him change his locks. Vanessa couldn't believe she let Amy talk her into this. She had let Amy help her with her makeup and hair and pick her "outfit". She turned around twice in the yard, only to be escorted to the door and shoved through the door as the robe was unceremoniously stolen. The only farewell was a sultry "have fun" before she saw Mark. She had never been as scared or nervous as she was now. Standing in the doorway waiting for him to look up gave her time to soak him in, feeling whole again. When he started looking her way, it was all she could do to stand there waiting for some sign. When she felt his gaze travel up and reach her eyes, she gasped as she felt the connection renewed. She felt like she was being pulled toward him, unable to stop even had she wanted to. He was the man that she gave her heart to that first night, never regretting it. Mark automatically checked his hands for grease, wiping them on his shirt. Shaking his head he saw her frown when he started walking away. When he held the greasy palms up, she grinned and followed him to the sink pressing against his back, running her hands across his stomach and chest under his shirt. Vanessa lifted his shirt and pressed her nipples into the firm muscles of his back, pulling him into a tight hug, her face resting against his shoulder. She took deep breaths, pulling his scent in and soaking up his feel, complete for the first time in four months. He was her best friend; the only person that had seen all the way to her fragile and scarred soul, and he still loved her. Tears started flowing as she thought about the depths of the love and devotion that went both ways between them and how she felt as if there was a bleeding, gaping hole in her heart because of what she had done. Mark pulled the shirt the rest of the way off and threw it in the general direction of the washer. He slid a hand behind him to wrap around her, pulling them closer and put his other hand over hers where it sat on his stomach, then tilted his head back feeling the tears running down her cheeks. Each one seemed to wash away a little of the animosity and the anger that he had used to try to keep her out, and himself safe. He turned inside her arms and held her to his chest letting her feel his barriers drop, opening himself to her, and ignoring the voice telling him to walk away. If he listened, he wouldn't just be turning his back on her, he would be throwing away the missing piece. Mark leaned down and picked her up, walked to the couch and sat back. He held her to him, not knowing the size of the hole that had formed inside until he felt it filling back up. Rocking his sobbing wife, he kissed her hair and made soothing noises until she calmed down, her tears finally running their course. He reached up and raised her face, brought his lips to hers and kissed her with all of the love that he had to give. Her breath was coming in sobbing gasps when she felt his fingers lifting her chin, turning her face toward his. She looked terrible and didn't want him to see her now that her makeup was ruined and her face was red and puffy. When he held her in place with a finger, she looked down trying to avoid facing the pain that she had caused him. When she finally looked into his eyes, she saw none of the expected anger or condemnation that she had earned, just love and compassion. As she felt his lips touch hers, all of the emotions she saw in his eyes flowed into her, healing the wound and filling her with the feelings she had been resigned to never experiencing again. "I love you Ness." "I love you too baby. Mark, I" "Shh, not now. Maybe not ever. We'll get through this somehow, and I can't do it without you either." Vanessa pulled him back down, the kiss gradually filling with the heat and passion that she had never truly gotten accustomed to. Mark was the only person that had ever been able to love her for who she was on the inside, warts and all, and not what she looked like. She knew that was part of the reason that he was able to take her to the heights of passion so easily. Mark finally felt his body responding and remembered that he had a lap full of a very beautiful naked woman. The fact that his soul and heart was completely exposed and vulnerable only added to the depth of the need he felt, as if there had to be a physical component to the renewed bond between them. Their tongues met in the middle, dancing to a slow sensual beat, lips caressing as the two lovers reveled in the sweetness of being complete again. Vanessa kicked her heels off and twisted to straddle his hips, feeling his hands exploring her back and settling on her ass, as she urged him into a deeper kiss. When she wrapped her arms around his neck, she felt a bolt of pleasure flash through her when her clit rubbed against his bare skin, not recognizing her need and arousal before now. She arched her back into his fingernails as he traced patterns on her skin, purring as he slowly stoked her already burning fire. Mark felt the heat from her aroused pussy as she shifted in his lap and pressed against his stomach. He slid his hands down and pulled her harder against him, grinding her pussy in circles, leaving a wet path to mark the progress of its journey, Vanessa's breath already coming in sighs and gasps. As he started moving toward her ear, she bared her throat to him, willing him to mark her; to stamp his seal on her flesh. She felt his lips taking time to caress each inch of skin as he made his way, silently willing him to move faster. She felt his teeth as he dragged them along her exposed neck and throat continuing along her collar bone, drawing a frustrated whimper from her. As the sound faded, she felt his teeth as he nipped her neck, followed by a series of nibbles back up, ending just below her ear. Mark trailed his fingers along her skin, the thrill sending pleasure throughout his body and drawing sighs and murmurs of approval from Vanessa. He slowly slid his hands past her ribs and started rubbing her nipples. As his thumbs were tracing the outlines of her pebbled areolas he licked his way along her exposed neck. Reaching behind her, he grabbed a handful of her hair, held her head where he wanted it and clamped down on her neck with his teeth, sucking the tender flesh roughly. He heard the intake of breath when he pulled her head back followed by a moan as she felt his teeth. Reaching down with his empty hand, he grabbed and squeezed her ass, jamming her down on his throbbing hardness, feeling her grinding against him. Mark used her hair to pull her chest back and dropped his teeth to her tits biting and sucking them, latching onto the nipples and stretching them away from her body. Slamming his hips up as he was pushing her against him, he could feel Vanessa tense, then she pulled him closer, forcing her nipple into his mouth as she came. "Mark, I love you. Fuck fuck fuck," the last screamed as she felt him giving her nipple the rough treatment she needed. She needed him to reassert himself and give the chaos swirling around them some structure. She also needed to pay a type of penance for what she had done, and Mark was the only person that could mete out that justice. When Mark made sure she was back, he slid back into the role they both needed him to play. Vanessa felt his hands on her head pushing her face down; needing more, she resisted. She squealed then moaned as she felt his hand come down on her ass, then more downward pressure. Again she resisted, this time he spun her so she was across his lap, her wrists held above her head in his left hand. His right hand came down on her other ass cheek with a stinging slap, a handprint clear. Each time his hand made impact she could feel her pussy clench, and with the last swat she was tipped over the edge exploding with another thunderous orgasm. She could feel his hands soothing her red flesh as she rode the waves of pleasure. Mark felt like he was two people, one that wanted to punish her for what she had done and the other horrified at what he was doing. When Vanessa was catching her breath, he resumed the downward pressure and with a satisfied purr she went to her knees at her husband's feet. She waited for his hands to insist before she pulled his shorts down releasing his shaft, the head already glistening. Shivering with the passion that was building, she licked the head clean and was rewarded with a moan in return. When she felt the pressure again, she held back just enough for him to growl and press the head into her throat. By the time he was stroking into her mouth, her nose against his stomach, she had started a rolling orgasm that kept building, reaching a crescendo when she felt him hold her face against his stomach, unloading down her throat. Even after he took his hands away she kept swallowing him, prolonging the pleasure. When she sat back on her heels she looked up to see the tortured look in his eyes. "Mark, its ok baby. Look at me sweetheart." Vanessa had only been able to get Mark to take her a few times, and each time she had seen the self-loathing look. She climbed back into his lap and held his head against her chest as she brought him back from the flashbacks of what Jimmy had done. She would have loved to have shot the bastard personally for what he was still putting her husband and best friend through. Vanessa held him until she felt his arms go around her, tentatively feeling the heat still radiating from her tender ass, and felt the tension flooding back into his shoulders. Reaching behind her and taking his hands in hers, she brought them to her lips kissing them as she looked into his eyes. "Mark, you aren't him and you didn't hurt me; you didn't do anything I didn't want. Have I ever said no to anything you wanted me to do?" "No baby, but," he started. "Shh, no but. I needed you to lose that control and make me yours again and if a red ass is the price, I'll pay it every day to be with you. I'm so sorry, sweetheart." Taking a deep breath, he pulled her into a kiss filled with all of the feelings he had for her, never tiring of the feel when she returned them. He had never been comfortable going past the firm squeeze or occasional swat, the few times he had, reached into his sub-conscious to remind him what happened when you let that particular genie out of its lamp. It didn't matter that Vanessa had wanted it or actively participated; it just wasn't in his nature to treat any woman that way. Vanessa felt the intensity as he pulled her into the kiss, moaning into his mouth as she felt his tongue flicking her lips. Leaning over, she pulled him with her so they were lying on their sides facing each other on the big sofa, each able to explore the other for the first time in four months. She took the time to study his face inch by inch the way she did every time he came home. The shade of the dark circles and the visible stubble were the only differences she could see. She knew that deployments were in the equation, but she hated every second of them. She felt his fingers caressing her face and saw the hurt creep back into his eyes when he saw the mark that she needed so badly. Taking his hand from her face, she kissed each finger and placed them over the spot, holding them in place. She shook her head at him to stop that thought and slid her thigh between his, the smooth skin resting against his balls, as she started rubbing her pussy on his thigh. He rolled over to lie on top of her, feeling her thighs wrap around him and the wet heat of her pussy nestle against the underside of his revived cock. Mark reached down and slid his hands behind her knees and pushed her thighs back, pressing her breasts flat, opening her drooling pussy to him. He leaned back on his knees, took his cock in his hand and started using her erect clit to fuck the swollen purple head. Sliding it down, he split the swollen lips pressing just enough to push the flared ridge into her. Vanessa's breath caught as she felt Mark fold her legs back, sure that he was going to finally give her what she had been craving since that morning four long months ago. She purred as she felt him stroking her wet clit with the head of his cock, letting it slide into a frustrated growl as she felt the first wet smack as he used his hardness as a meaty club, each impact making a wet noise. "Please don't tease me baby, I need you. Mark, oh fuck that's so good. Smack your pussy sweetheart. Shit, yes." As she finished she felt him push the head back in and before he got away again, she grabbed his hips and pulled until his stomach was mashed against the back of her thighs. "Oh god yes Mark, fuck that's so good baby, fuck your pussy hard. Hear that sweetheart? Listen to how wet you made your cunt. Please fill me up." Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 05 He pulled her feet up so her ankles were around his ears and started stroking into her pussy, driving her to the edge. He could tell she was trying to hold off, waiting for him, but he had no intention of letting her and buried himself. When his balls were lying on her ass, he started twisting his hips making the head stir deep inside her, drawing a moan as he felt her squeeze down, her orgasm taking her. When Vanessa felt the head reaching all of "his" spots, she screamed his name as the exquisite agony of her biggest orgasm so far tore through her. Typically Mark would stop and let her catch her breath and reload for more. This time he shifted her hips so the head was dragging along her gspot and started with quick strokes, pounding into her, pushing her higher with each pass across the bundle of nerves. Just as she thought she couldn't take any more stimulation, he reached down and pinched her clit, driving all of the air out of her as she screamed wordlessly, feeling him coating her grasping walls with his cum. Amy started across the yard for the fourth time. The first was just after she had shoved Vanessa through the door, making sure she didn't try to leave before he saw her. Both were hurting deeply and if left to eat at them it would have changed into a cancer that would destroy them. All she knew was that she loved Mark and had for over twenty years, and she had come to love Vanessa for what she did in and for him. He was an empty shell without Vanessa. When she saw the pain in Mark's eyes and then the compassion for Vanessa, Amy knew that for any healing to occur, the couple needed to reconnect on the primal level. Mark wasn't going to start anything because of the pain and Vanessa wouldn't due to the shame. Amy took matters in hand and made him a proverbial offer impossible to refuse; his beautiful wife on a silver platter, or in this case in heels. He would have to be dead to resist the pretty brunette, and to her knowledge, he was still very much alive. She had to admit; her feelings were puzzling and made no sense. Amy knew she should feel some sort of jealousy, but couldn't find it in her. All she knew was that her gut reaction told her that without the strength each gave the other, neither would make it through what was coming, and that was enough reason for her. The second and third times, she hadn't had to wonder, Vanessa's cries of passion were enough to answer the question. After things had been quiet for a while, she went out to check on her "little brother and sister". Vanessa was wearing Mark's shirt and was sitting on the couch with his head in her lap, running her fingers through his hair, more at ease than Amy had seen in a while. She could see the tears that were still on Mark's cheeks and looked a question at Vanessa, getting a smile and a nod. Relaxing, she noticed that there was a look of contentment underlying the tears. Vanessa motioned her to come over but she shook her head and turned to leave, not wanting to intrude, but stopped when the invitation was repeated. She wore a little frown when she walked that way and was surprised when she was pulled into a tearful, one armed hug by Vanessa. "Thank you Amy. I love you." "I love you too Vanessa" Just as she was turning she felt a hand on her leg stopping her. Looking down, she saw a set of uncertain eyes staring into hers. "Hey beautiful." Mark said with a touch of sadness. "Hey sweetheart. Are you ok?" Amy asked. Then it hit her, his look was guilt that he had "cheated" on her with Vanessa. "Mark, don't think you can get rid of me that easily. Sleeping with this hussy won't even come close, mister," softening it with a giggle. "Now get your big ass up so we don't have to carry you in the house when you fall asleep." "Big ass? Big ass! Turn around, yours is bigger than mine." Mark said, finishing by poking his tongue out at her. Not thinking, Amy turned around, and then felt a swat on each ass cheek. Looking over her shoulder in mock indignation she saw both of them getting ready to take another swipe. "Well!" Amy said with a stomp of her foot, before joining them for a healing laugh. "Seriously, get up, you're cooking supper and us girls are hungry," poking her own tongue out. Sighing theatrically, Mark got up grinning and pulled Amy into a hug. He kissed her softly, and then grunted in surprise when she grabbed a handful of hair and slid her tongue in his mouth. With a mental shrug, Mark put everything he had into the reply leaving Amy wide eyed and panting when they pulled back. When she looked at Vanessa, all she got in return was a laughing swoon as she fanned her face. Mark had apparently been volunteered to cook supper, so helping Vanessa up, he chuckled when he got caught by Amy. Vanessa had bent at the waist to get her shoes, looked around her knees at Mark, and forced his cum out of her swollen pussy, feeling it trickle down her spread thighs. When she saw the way he was fixated on the stream of their fluids coating her thighs, she winked at Amy who just laughed and had to clear her throat three times to get his attention. It was sexy enough from the front, and Mark was showing the signs that it had been even hotter from his direction. Once Vanessa stood back up, she took one arm and Amy took the other as the group headed in search of food and sleep. Both girls took his hand and slid it down to cup their swaying asses, Vanessa's bare cheek in his left and Amy's in his right, only covered by the thin shorts she was wearing. All Mark could do was give each of them a bemused look, earning him innocent looks from both causing him to bust out laughing. While Mark was making supper, the girls had disappeared coming back with evil grins. He expected the worst and waited for them to spring whatever scheme they had concocted. The meal was largely uneventful, just some light teasing and catching up on the lighter side of the past four months; the heavier side was on the docket for tomorrow and could wait. Once everything was cleaned up, Vanessa took Mark by the hand and led him to the shower. She leaned over to start the water and repeated her show, but this time ran her finger through her wet lips, bringing it to her mouth and licking it clean. Spreading her legs, she reached between them and started stroking his swelling cock and rubbing her clit with the other hand. She knew Mark loved her ass and moaned when she felt his hands rubbing her cheeks, kneading the firm flesh. Slipping into the shower, she pulled him with her into the warm water. The couple spent the next few minutes, washing the other's hair and taking extra time when it came to lathering the other's body. After Vanessa rinsed off, she sank to her knees, pulling his sparkling clean cock into her mouth, her hand stroking her clit in time with the bobbing of her head. The feel of him sliding into her throat never failed to turn her flame higher and soon she was busy burying three fingers deep in her pussy, moaning and screaming around the cock lodged in her throat as she fell back twitching. Mark was in heaven; Vanessa sucking his cock while he was watching her hand pound away, hearing the wet noises it was making over the sound of the shower. He felt her cumming when her moans started vibrating through the hard cock that she had buried in her throat. He had felt that more times than he could count, she always got more turned on when she went down on him, and her fingers certainly didn't hurt. Vanessa stood up and pulled him into a kiss, sucking his tongue the way she was just sucking his cock. He reached for her but she spun away and got out of the shower, leaving a stunned Mark with a very hard cock. He was just turning from the closed door as it opened again. He figured Vanessa had just been messing with him and gasped when a very naked Amy came gliding in, opening the shower door and continuing the kiss that Vanessa had started. "Is this for me sweetheart?" She asked as she wrapped her hand around the throbbing erection that Vanessa had left for her friend. "Yes?" He answered the confusion plain. "Oh yes baby, that's definitely the right answer." Amy turned around and braced her hands on the shower wall, and looked over her shoulder with a wink. When she wiggled her ass at him, Mark reached out and grabbed two handfuls of the fantasy he had only had in his imagination until last night. She felt his hands on her hips, and reached through her legs and grabbed his cock. She used the head to rub her clit and nestled it into the opening of her pussy. As soon as she felt the head settle into the mouth of her pussy, she shoved herself back onto it, sliding down until he was sitting against her battered cervix. Not quite ready for that yet she started taking long strokes, glancing back at Mark as he was drinking in the sight of her naked ass, his cock pulling her gripping lips back on each upstroke. She watched him until he looked into her eyes, "I love you sweetheart. And just so you know, that's your pussy that you're fucking so good. Just yours." "I love you too Amy. What about Vaness?" He stopped when he saw her shake her head. "We passed each other at the door baby, I meant what I said, I'm not going anywhere and that wet pussy is all yours. Now shut up and fuck me stud." Mark was still more than a little confused about how things were going to work out, but he wasn't in any condition to try to work it out. Not with Amy's perfect ass dancing as she worked her pussy around his cock. He reached around and grabbed her bouncing tits, rolling her nipples while he squeezed the flesh around them. Without thinking, he pulled her up and against his chest, effectively trapping her as he lifted her to her toes with his thrusts. He dropped his head to kiss her shoulders and neck, sucking the skin, nibbling as he went. Amy grabbed his head and pressed it to her neck, just under her ear, wanting him to mark her as his as well. Amy growled at him when he tried to pull away and pressed his head into her neck more insistently. She purred when she felt his teeth and sighed when the pleasure/pain signals hit her brain. She wanted everyone to know that she belonged to Mark, and needed it just as much as the little brunette that he was married to. She felt his hand slip down her stomach and a finger slide over her clit as he was biting her neck, causing the sensations to push her toward the edge. Still on her tiptoes, all she could do was hang on as Mark started picking up speed, his hips trying to drive her into the wall, the wet slapping sounds echoing. "Fuck me Mark. Make me cum again baby. Oh shit that's so good." Amy continued to encourage him as she felt his finger teasing her ass. As the finger popped into her ass, she went flat-footed, driving the head into her cervix. That was enough to trigger her orgasm, which triggered his as he shot load after load straight into her womb. She was glad she was on the pill; otherwise there would be little ones on the horizon. Later, yes; now, no. She went to her knees and cleaned him off, then let Mark help her to her feet and felt his hands supporting her trembling body as he helped her get cleaned up and out of the shower. Holding her in his arms he waited until she was steady and dried them both off. Mark came out of the bathroom and saw Vanessa on the far side of the bed in the master bedroom as he was being shoved to the center. It sunk in that he was still naked and that Vanessa had to have heard Amy screaming, but when he looked up into his wife's eyes he saw nothing but love. He got the same look from Amy and sighed in confusion. How could both of them have that look when he had sex with both of them in the past hour, and both of them had heard? He knew he should be happy, and he was, but he was also realistic enough to know that this whole thing could go really bad, really quickly. Mark looked into both of their faces and got the stick ready to hit the hornets' nest, when Vanessa stopped him with a small touch on his cheek. "Baby, all three of us are so inter-connected that you can't tell where one starts and the other stops. We are going to need all the strength and help we can get in the foreseeable future and if she or I made an issue about you, we would be cutting our own throats." Amy jumped in at that point. "It's going to get strained at times with all three of us in one house, but we both think we can handle it as long as you can." He looked up from where he had been looking while he listened to his two best friends talk and saw two sets of very nervous eyes. All kinds of problems started screaming at him, but most if not all of them were based on communication and love. All three communicated on the feeling level and he didn't think he could love them any more than he already did. He was shaking his head at the notion of having two women under the same roof all the time and didn't see the stricken looks go across the faces in front of him. When he slid back into his new reality, he realized that he had committed the cardinal sin again, both were crying, and he felt like shit for not paying closer attention. He reached up with both hands and wiped tears off of the smooth cheeks of each woman and smiled, getting a weak response from each. "Easy ladies, I was just thinking that I must be nuts to think I could live with either half of my heart cut out, but that's what it would be like if either of you were gone." He stopped to watch relieved looks spread across the beautiful faces, never tiring of seeing either smile. "We're going to have to take it a step at a time, but...," stopping when both of them put their fingers on his lips. "No but, Mark, we will have to take it one step at a time and figure it out as we go. The next step is to get some sleep since we've got that meeting in the morning. Now get in here and lay down. No snoring, farting or hogging the blankets." Amy finished with a giggle. "Well that counts both of you out then." Mark said with a rather girlish squeal when the not so indignant ladies grabbed double handfuls of ticklish ribs and made him recant the slander. Kissing each of them, he drifted off to a dreamless sleep, vaguely aware of the nocturnal ballet taking place between the three people. They flowed seamlessly together like parts of the same emotional being that had in reality been in existence since that birthday party years ago. *********** When Mark woke up, he was a day older than eighteen and had no idea where he was. He did know that the gorgeous blonde fairy had left him a birthday present and made a mental note to send a thank you card. When said blonde started pressing her ass back against his inflating cock, he revised the note to include his left arm. But he figured as soon as she woke up and realized it was Mark and not some college guy, she would get up and walk out. "Hey there stud," Tanya purred as she felt the head of his cock slipping between her thighs to rub through her tender lips. She wasn't sure how long they had made love earlier, but it was longer than her college dates ever managed and she was tender from all of the attention. Tender or not, she wasn't about to turn down the chance for him to stretch her and fill her again. She reached down and held his cock so it was sliding against her clit, forgetting any soreness as she could feel the faint tingles of an orgasm building. Mark reached around her to play with her nipples as she ground against him. He could hear her breathing picking up and recognized her approaching orgasm. When he leaned into her neck and started kissing along her hairline, she reached back and pressed his lips against her skin. As he pressed his teeth into her soft skin, she let out a moan and her hips sped up. When he bit down, she started cussing, finishing with cussing moans when he started sucking her flesh between his biting teeth. Tanya was getting ready to cum again and was dimly aware that she had pivoted her hips too far and was jolted when she slammed down on his cock, burying it in her sore pussy. She knew she would have trouble walking, but after a second to catch her breath, she went back to abusing her swollen pussy with Mark's more than willing cock. She wanted to see how far she could get him inside her and rolled onto her side. Mark was along for the ride and was content to watch her ass pivoting on his cock, so he was a little disappointed when Tanya changed that attraction. She had him straddle her leg and put her other over his shoulder, pulling her swollen labia apart. "Mark, right there baby. Fuck me hard, give me that beautiful cock. Oh fuck." Tanya was lost in the fog that Mark had put her in, her words jumbling together as she slipped farther into uncharted lands for her. She wasn't a slut but she had slept with enough men to see that she had been shortchanged. They had been there to get in her pants, get off and then on to the next. Waking up next to Mark, feeling his arms wrapped around her was the first as well, she didn't count the time she had to share a bed with her little brother ten years ago. Tanya felt his lips as he kissed her calf and ankle, licking and nibbling on the journey to her foot. She couldn't believe that the "untillastnight" virgin could be doing this to her. The combination of his soft kisses as he reached the sole of her foot and the head of his cock that was slipping through her labia pushed her the small step over the edge. "Baby, please fuck me. Oh shit I'm cumming again Mark, please put that cock where it belongs. Oh fuck fuck fuck. Please." Tanya ended with a whimper. He watched as Tanya's body tensed with her orgasm. She had been rubbing her clit while he had been exploring, finding things even more breathtaking in the daylight. He was thrilled to be able to help her cum, anything he did was by accident but it seemed to work for her. Her face tensed and turned red, her nipples got harder and he watched as her pussy started winking at him. It was all he could do not to plow into her and interrupt the erotic scene unfolding. As she was coming down and gasping for air, he leaned over and started brushing his lips along her neck, moving on to kiss her, the passion picking up when Tanya finally realized his lips were real. She reached down and guided his cock to her aching pussy; Mark sat up and watched as she used the head to rub her clit and slip it through her swollen lips, spreading her wetness to cover her pussy. She pulled him closer and shifted her hips managing to get two inches inside and started rocking, working the head in circles. He finally got the hint when she wrapped her top leg around his waist and pulled him further into her, her heel digging into his ass as she urged him on. He slid forward feeling his balls running across the smooth skin of her inner thigh adding to the sensation of seeing Tanya panting and begging for him to fuck her. "Please Mark. Fuck me with that big cock. C'mon stud and pound me good. Take that wet pussy. Oh fuck!" He couldn't wait any longer and jammed himself in until his balls were lying against the stretched lips of her pussy. Mark knew that he was as far in as he could go but still kept pushing, mashing her cervix as he battered it with the swollen head. Tanya was delirious by the time he finally pounded into her pussy. She had never been pushed so far and she loved every second of the experience. She felt him pull back and then lunge forward, slamming into her tortured pussy. The discomfort had been replaced with a burning need and Mark was doing his best to fuel those fires. She looked up and saw the sweat glistening on his chest as he stroked into her, she followed the drops as they ran down until she saw her juices as they coated his shaft when he pulled back. When Tanya saw her cum all over him she felt the beginning of her orgasm. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 05 "Oh shit baby. Look at your cock. My cum is all over you. Fuck I'm going to cum again. Mark!" When he heard her screaming his name, he only managed to hold off for three or four strokes and exploded into her, adding his fluids to the ones pooling inside her well and truly fucked cunt. He kept stroking her with long full thrusts as she rode her orgasm out. Tanya felt her control slip away as she dissolved into the feelings in her pussy and screamed. Losing herself in the flow, she felt Mark's cock as it pushed into her driving her higher, the last shove in the form of him filling her with his cum. Each time it splashed inside her, she felt as if she was pushed closer to the center of the flood until finally she lost her grip and was swept away. Mark's ears were ringing by the time Tanya wound down. He could still feel her walls grabbing at him and felt the beginnings of another erection but something told him that she wouldn't be able to handle it. He pulled out and saw the stream of their collective fluids running down her ass and felt his cock twitching. Easy there big fella, he said to himself with a chuckle. He pulled her on top of him and wrapped her in a hug loving the feeling of the skin contact. Mark began to get worried when she just laid there and didn't respond to anything. He sighed in relief when the pretty green eyes opened and looked into his, a big smile on her face. "Hey there stud." She said hoarsely. "Hey there yourself cutie." Tanya snuggled down into his arms, amazed that a "kid" like Mark had not only been able to take her to the heights of ecstasy but to the safe confines of security all at the same time. She heard the reassuring metronome of his heart and felt the caring way he held her and sighed contentedly. Tilting her head up, she kissed him, letting her lips convey what she didn't have words for. When the two walked in the back door, the three ladies greeted them with cheers and a round applause. Mark looked at the lovely trio sitting around his table and stopped, afraid that his face might ignite from the heat. "Hey sweetheart." Amy giggled. "I'm surprised you had the strength to make it in here. The way Tanya was screaming I thought you were trying to kill her." "You're just jealous. And I thought he was too, only it was going to be death by orgasm." Tanya said with an answering laugh. "By the way, where have you been hiding him, you tramp." "That good Tanya?" Amber hopped in, fueling the lava floes in Mark's cheeks. "You do sound a little on the croaky side. You woke me up when the glasses in the kitchen started breaking. You really should try to enjoy sex more, you slut." She said laughing as she dodged the towel Tanya threw at her head. "Can I have him next, pleassssseeeeee?" Amber finished theatrically. Vanessa sat at the table watching the three women doing their best to torture Mark, and seeing the effect it was having. Any guy she knew would be strutting like a rooster at the way he had made Tanya sing, but all she saw was the same man that had put her to bed. She had been awake when they got back and wanted to see if he would do anything. Part of her was hoping that he would but the other part was glad he didn't. She thought she could trust him with the first look that they shared, and she was more than sure after he hadn't even snuck a look at her. She had never met a walking contradiction like him before, and he intrigued her. They had jarred her awake and as she listened she had heard the blonde screaming his name. Unable to stop, she slid her hands down to cup her tits, rolling her nipples as she put herself in Tanya's place. When she ran her fingers over her stomach and reached her pussy, it was already wet and ready for her exploring fingers. She timed her fingers with Tanya's screams, imagining Mark's firm hands exploring her body, and started stroking her fingers over her clit and into her soaking depths. Her fingers started moving faster as the pitch from the garage went up and timed her orgasm with the last note, clamping her thighs around her hand and burying her face in her pillow. Vanessa wasn't alone in the morning activities. Amber and Amy were each muffling their own moans. A few minutes later, three red faced ladies met around the table for coffee and to wait for the guest of the hour. They all looked at each other for a second then Amy started laughing, drawing the other two into it. "So are you his sister?" Vanessa asked Amy. "Not really. At least not biologically. I think we adopted each other about ten years ago." "So are they together?" Vanessa asked as she motioned to the garage. "Together, yes but no." Amber giggled. "At least she better not be, it's my turn dammit." Amy saw Vanessa frown as she tried to get a handle on the dynamics of things. Part of her went into mama grizzly mode, but the other part recognized the spark that passed between Mark and the pretty brunette. "Actually Vanessa, he isn't seeing anyone and you have to ignore this tramp. She lets her ovaries think for her." Amy said and poked her tongue out at Amber. The three were still giggling, when the pair of worn out lovers stumbled through the door, and saw the matching glows. Tanya's from the world class fucking and Mark's from the superheated embarrassment. When he looked up, Mark was struck by how truly beautiful all four ladies were. All of them had their hair up in ponytails and had washed off the previous evening's makeup, letting their real beauty come through, not what they thought needed highlighting. The girls were talking but the words seemed to go around him, not registering as he stood and soaked in the feel of each of them. He took the time to study each face, dimly aware that he was staring but powerless to stop. Mark was lost in Vanessa's eyes again and didn't notice that the conversation had ground to a halt. He thought that he could spend a lifetime looking into them and never get enough. Each of the ladies blushed in various shades, even Tanya and Amy, the latter coming to his rescue when it seemed he was stuck again. "Mark?" was all she said as she touched his cheek to get his attention. "Oh my God, you're all so pretty." He whispered, like he was talking to himself. He shook his head and looked into Amy's eyes, jumping when he figured out that he had said it aloud. Mark's face got redder and he managed a strangled "sorry" and turned to escape back to the safe confines of the garage, but stopped when he felt Amy's hand. "It's ok baby." She said and pulled him into a hug, swaying in time with the rhythms nature had implanted in her. She had forgotten the others as well when she saw the stricken look and the open vulnerability that he normally kept behind his walls. When she was sure that he wasn't going to try to leave again, Amy gave him a kiss followed by a soft "thank you". He looked up expecting mocking laughter but saw three sets of tear filled eyes, caught in all of the emotion and innocence that flowed from him. "Mark, there's not a woman alive that ever gets tired of hearing that." Amber said, Tanya nodding as she brushed a tear off of her cheek. He spent a few seconds in Amber and Tanya's eyes, and then turned back to Vanessa, seeing past the gates and walls all the way to places she thought were safely locked away. He wasn't sure what caused the pain and emptiness, but he had wrapped her in his arms before he knew he was moving. Vanessa heard what Mark said, she had heard it more times than she could count, but this time it felt like he was looking all the way into her core. All of the defenses that she had in place seemed to disappear and she felt as if he was standing inside seeing everything and wasn't basing his comment on her outside appearance. When she felt his arms around her, she felt safe and secure in a way she hadn't in years, kicking off an internal argument. This was nuts. He was only a kid and one that just turned eighteen yesterday. How could he make her feel this way and seem to know her better than she did herself? The look they shared last night was mild compared to the one that currently held them frozen in place, one that peeled back all of the layers and exposed them to the inspection of the other. The gentle man that had put her to bed not taking advantage of the "sleeping" girl just added to the picture of the private, shy and insecure person looking back at her through eyes that were much older than the person carrying them. Vanessa gasped when she saw the well of pain in him and found that she was unable to look away, trapped in the darkness that had become his companion since Jimmy. Just as she thought it was too much, she felt Mark wrap her in his arms, pulling her back to herself. She buried her face in his chest, crying not because of what he said, but what she saw. She found herself wanting to hold him and tell him that she would make it ok, anything to ease the burden he had chained himself to. Mark had his arms full of weeping brunette and had no idea what he did to make it happen or what to do about it. All he knew was he had to fix it and make it better, sliding back into the role he was most comfortable with, that of protector. He didn't know more about her than her name, but he was rocking her in his arms telling her it was ok and he wouldn't let anything happen to her, that she was safe. When she dissolved in a fresh flood of tears, he picked her up and carried her into the den, lying on the couch shielding her with his body. She was still wearing just the tee shirt that he and Tanya had dressed her in, but that was secondary to the sobbing that he had started. "Shh, I'm so sorry Vanessa." He was saying as he wiped her tears with a trembling finger. Mark felt his heart open and held her closer, the picture of pulling her into his body to keep her safe popping into his mind. Vanessa felt the anchors that Mark had set in her knowing that they were there for good, whether he knew it or not remained to be seen. She finally knew what it was like to find the missing part of your heart, even if it was in the form of an eighteen year old high school senior. She still wasn't sure about the connections he had with the other three girls, but that could wait she decided as she snuggled deeper in his hug. She looked up into his tear filled eyes and rubbed her hand across his face, seeing guilt for somehow causing her tears. "It's ok Mark, I'm fine," as they swapped roles. She slid up and pulled his head onto her chest, kissing his hair as she ran her fingers through it, soothing him and readily accepting the place that seemed to be made for her. Vanessa had never let anyone through her shells, a byproduct of a drunken father and an ugly duckling journey through school, preferring superficial relationships that let her protect herself. Never would she have imagined the only person to get through would be the, until yesterday, eighteen and virgin man whose tears were soaking the shirt she was wearing. Mark had spaced, floating in a land of peace that he had never known existed. Up to this point, only Amy had been able to get where Vanessa had taken up residence and that was after years of trying to find the path. He slowly became aware of the feel of her fingers playing in his hair and her lips on the top of his head. Not thinking, he kissed the side of her breast and sighed contentedly, not noticing the shiver that ran through Vanessa or her nipples that were pitching tents in her shirt. Amy had shifted to be able to keep an eye on Mark and Vanessa, and once they settled down started getting the day moving. By the time Amber and Tanya had showered and changed into some stuff Amy left at the house, breakfast was ready and she went in to get Mark and Vanessa. She almost left them alone when she saw the peaceful looks on each of their faces. All of the tension was gone from Mark and Vanessa was almost glowing and wore a contented grin as she rested her chin on the top of his head. Amy knelt beside the couple and touched them. "Hey beautiful," came the warm and fluffy greeting from Mark. "Hey sweetheart," Amy said with a small grin. There was a part of her that was thrilled that he thought she was beautiful even with his arms around the sexy brunette. Then there was the other part that was rejoicing at the look on his face. She had told Jack that she was afraid that Mark would never make it out of the pit he had dug and thrown himself in after the shooting. "Hungry? Breakfast is ready. I may not be the cook you are, but I don't think it will kill you, at least not immediately," she said with a chuckle. "Plus you need to eat something, looks like you haven't eaten in a week," as she went into robo-mom mode. "Yes mother, YIKES!" He bit the response off as Amy started tickling him, and Vanessa being female decided to pile on as is the way of the herd. Both of them knew they were torturing him only with his acceptance. He could have stopped it anytime but deep down he loved the attention. "Ok, I'll eat, sheesh!" He grunted in mock annoyance shortly before breaking out in giggles as Vanessa slid her nails along his ribs for a warning shot of sorts. Just as he was calming down Vanessa leaned across and gave him a soft kiss, catching him off guard. The kiss in effect put them in a bubble with each other, their emotions and vulnerabilities on display. Both looked around and saw two intensely personal people that had been annexed by the other's heart, which had moved in and started redecorating. Mark was lost in her eyes and she was just lost. Vanessa didn't know how to be around someone that accepted her as a person and not a pair of tits. Amy saw the kiss and the look that Mark and Vanessa shared, happy that Mark had found his missing piece, but worried what that piece would do to him. She touched each one to get their attention again, noting the wide-eyed innocent looks that were slammed back in their boxes as they saw her. "Let's get you cleaned up before we eat. Mark, go ahead and get in the shower and I'll get Vanessa something to wear and she can shower in the other one." Amy said and noted the change in the way Mark carried himself, not cocky, more like a calm assurance that someone liked him for him. When Mark was out of the room Amy helped Vanessa up and led her off to get her clothes. Even with red puffy eyes she was beautiful and she couldn't fault Mark at all. But she still wouldn't stand by and let her hurt him. "Vanessa, I really don't know how to say this so here it is. Mark has been hurt terribly and up until last night was a forty year old virgin trapped in an eighteen year old body. He likes you and that makes me happy too, but if you hurt him, I swear that I'll find you and make you wish you never met him." Amy let the depth of her protective side shine through her eyes. Vanessa sat for a second reflecting on Mark and everything going on and knew she should just leave and avoid the entanglements. The more she pictured the tortured landscape that hid behind the facade he had constructed, the more it reinforced her self-preservation. Only problem was, she had finally found the soul with the rises and dips, chasms and peaks, and a great desert that was the negative image for hers. She had found her piece as well and would sooner cut a leg off than do anything to hurt the enigma she had already fallen for. "Amy, I promise. If I hurt him I'll do it for you. I've never met someone that could look into me like he did. He confuses me too. But with that said, when we kissed just then, it seemed I heard a click then felt complete. What about Tanya and Amber?" The last part more of a despairing whine as she wound down. Amy saw the connection and hoped Vanessa wouldn't do anything to hurt Mark, but the emotions that flowed from the pretty brunette assured her she wouldn't. The meeting of those two personalities would produce fireworks at every turn; she just hoped that they were ready. "Tanya and Amber are friends of mine, and we teased Mark unmercifully. Tanya was just the lucky one to help him out. But right now I think we could all walk past him naked, and all he would see is you. Please don't hurt him Vanessa. Don't play with him. If you can't return his feelings, fake being sick and I'll take you home. Think about it." Amy finished and left Vanessa to get cleaned up and think. Mark was standing in the shower lost in his thoughts, the water forgotten as he tried to focus on the kaleidoscope of emotions that had taken over. The last time they had been this jumbled up was when he lost his mom. First it was Tanya and Amber and now Vanessa had kicked his beehive. He touched his lips where he could still feel Vanessa's soft kiss, the look that they shared had seared through him and branded her presence into his heart. He shook his head knowing that it would never work, he was just a kid and lucky she hadn't laughed in his face. Vanessa was in the other shower, numb to everything but the kiss and the presence of the warm feelings that Mark had managed to plant in places she had given up on. She kept coming back to the age thing, having to remind herself that she had never seen a kid carry himself the way he did. If you didn't know better he would seem like a young thirty year old. All she knew was that he had become a part of her and had already taken her heart. Mark was floating in a world of dread that his fantasy weekend would end when he walked out of the bedroom. He was scared that he would be consigned back to his self-imposed prison, not seeing the cracks the ladies had caused. His breath caught as he saw the door open and Vanessa coming out as he passed. "Hi," was all he could manage as he looked at his feet. "Hi yourself," she answered warmly, lifting his chin up to see her smile. When she was sure she had his attention, she stretched up and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She relaxed when she felt his arms pulling her against him, his tongue slipping past her lips. The kiss they shared outside the club had more passion, but this one was full of feelings of being complete and whole again. Pulling back to catch his breath, Mark reached up and ran a finger along her cheek, gently tracing the lines of her face. His hand was shaking and he still couldn't see what she could possibly see in him, but she was smiling and that lit up his world. Mark and Vanessa had just lost themselves in the other's eyes as Amy came around the corner. Smiling to herself, she gave them another minute before interrupting the new couple. Coughing loudly, she giggled as they looked at her like they just remembered that there was someone else in the house. As they walked up to her, she kissed them both, and sent him to get coffee. Once they were alone Amy hugged Vanessa warmly with a whispered "welcome to the family." He went into the kitchen to get coffee and jumped when he felt two very feminine forms wrap themselves around him. Tanya pulled him into a kiss followed closely by Amber, each trying to outdo the other, leaving a very confused and embarrassed Mark to face Amy and Vanessa when they came back. Both knew what had happened but couldn't pass up the chance to make him try to stammer his way deeper into a hole. As the two new arrivals assumed near identical stances, each just raised an eyebrow and waited. All he could get out was a strained "umm," as his face threatened to melt from the heat engulfing it. They let him off the hook when Amy started giggling, setting off the other three, leaving Mark standing there looking between the four of them. It wasn't until Vanessa slid under his arm, wrapping it around her waist, that he started breathing again. Settling into a chair, Mark was trying to catch the parts of his world and put them back in some sort of order. In the space of a day, he had been the center of a hormone laden tornado that would be the envy of any man. He had ended up with four pair of very wet panties, made out with three of the donors and the last had a number on them. Top that off with the addition of the lady that made him feel complete and you had the makings of a very confused man. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 05 Staring into his coffee, he barely heard the four ladies settle around him and fill the kitchen with happy chatter, something that he couldn't remember happening in the recent past. Losing himself in the flow, he started trying to grab his puzzle pieces and make it readable. He and Tanya hit it off, but it was just physical, no real chemistry. She didn't reach the place where he kept the real him and he would only be able to give her the carefully constructed Mark that everyone saw. Same with Amber, although with the stress of the Chad thing at the club, she might have been able to get reflections of the real him. Amy obviously knew everything and loved him even with all of the garbage piled deep inside him, but that was like a sister. Part of him was sad that she would never see him as anything other than a kid that needed rescuing, the other filled with a sense of peace that he had a guardian angel in the form of the blonde. Vanessa. This was the piece that kept eluding his mental fingers as he chased it along the unused pathways in his most guarded places. He might only be eighteen, but he could recognize when someone kicked down all of his carefully built defenses and branded their mark throughout his heart. As he thought about it, a sinking feeling hit him as he pictured all of the dark places that she hadn't exposed, knowing that she would be gone after she saw them. It was with that thought fresh in his mind that he looked up to see all four of them staring his way. Here was the inner Mark, the one with all of the buffers and walls removed. After the thoughts of having something he wanted so badly, someone he could be safe with, snatched away he just didn't have the energy left to put the walls back in place. He looked into Tanya and Amber's eyes and saw compassion whereas when he looked into Amy's he saw understanding and acceptance. He forced himself to look toward Vanessa, cringing from the rejection and pity that knew would be there waiting. Vanessa saw the struggle going through Mark as he was lost in the oracle of the coffee cup; all of the pain and guilt that had taken up residence, on public display. She saw him look at the others and then watched as he took a breath and swiveled his eyes her direction. All she saw was a man opening himself fully to her, waiting for either the healing touch or the killing blow that he had given her permission to apply. Mark saw the tears and started withdrawing back into his shell as he looked back down. It was then that he felt Vanessa wrap around him, her tears wetting his hair, as she tried to somehow get him in her lap. He floated back to the surface and found his head pressed into her cleavage and heard her heartbeat, the sound calming him. He thought about his own tear streaked cheeks and remembered the others, but after what they had already seen, he ignored the three ladies as his tears soaked into Vanessa's shirt. When he looked up into Vanessa's eyes, all he saw was acceptance and something he didn't recognize. All he knew is that she hadn't walked away and that made him happy, even knowing nothing about her. "You're not an axe murderer or a brain eating zombie are you? I can handle anything but that," he asked as he hugged her tight. "Brains! Nom nom nom!" came the giggling reply. "Shit, I knew you were too good to be true." Now all of them were laughing with the entwined pair. Amy glanced at Vanessa and got an answering smile and a small nod, and relaxed as she saw her place a kiss on the top of his head. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 06 Thank you for taking the time to read this story. Just an FYI. This started with a premise and a dog. The turn it took in chapter two surprised me as much as it irritated some. I simply wrote what passed by as the "movie" played. There have been complaints about the flashback scenes, noted, but I guess I like to know why people act and feel like they do. I didn't jump through hoops to get the story to any point, even the dog. Any comments or feedback are welcome and can be left through my profile. Thanks again, TNC *************** Mark woke up to find that he had a handful of breast and could feel two more pressed into his back. Seeing the dark hair he finally figured out it was Vanessa he was feeling up, momentarily soaking in the feeling. Extracting himself to answer the call of nature and getting out of bed had uncovered both of the beautiful ladies. Staring for a second, he slid the sheet up and went off in the direction of relief. He had just finished washing his hands when the door opened as Vanessa came in and leaned against the door watching her husband with a decidedly hungry look. Feeling him in bed behind her, his cock pressed between her ass cheeks and his hand squeezing her tits, had already given her a mini-orgasm and he was still asleep. If he came back in now she would do her best to fuck him senseless and she really didn't think he would appreciate it with Amy next to them. So she did the next best thing and went after him. Vanessa snuck in, using the sound of the water to mask the door, and waited until he turned around. Smiling when she saw the way his cock bounced when he jumped at the sudden company, she slid into his arms and pushed him back to lean against the sink. As she felt his hands sliding across her back, she pulled him down into a kiss. Normally she would have been "fucked out" by now after a regular homecoming, but this was far from normal and she needed her soul mate again. She loved the feel of his hands as they squeezed and caressed her ass. Vanessa felt Mark's cock swelling as it rubbed across her stomach, feeling the heat as the head traced lines across her skin. She gasped when she felt him grab her hair and pull it to expose her neck, smiling as she felt his teeth as they traced the lines of her throat. Grabbing a handful of his hair, she pulled him harder into her neck, giving him the signal he needed before he would let himself go a little. When she felt his teeth on her skin, she reached down and started stroking his erect cock smearing the pre-cum over the head drawing a moan from him. She could feel her pussy dripping and not wanting to wait any longer, pulled loose and bent over the sink, reaching behind her to spread her lips open. All she had time for was a breath before she felt his hands on her hips and the head of his cock slipping into her. Once she was sure it was seated inside, she shoved herself back until he was buried in her pussy. Feeling her muscles clamping down on his cock never got old and she loved being fucked this way, her mates' prick reaching all of the spots she needed massaged. As the pressure in her pussy grew, she started watching Mark in the mirror seeing the man she had fallen head-over-heels in love with and lost herself in his eyes. "Oh fuck baby, that's so good. Fuck your pussy sweetheart. Shit I'm cumming Mark, fuck me!" Mark was slamming his cock into his wife's pussy, the rhythmic sounds echoing in the bathroom, and felt Vanessa's impending orgasm before she said anything. As she came, he buried the head deep and felt her flood his shaft, followed by the milking sensations of her pussy walls as she shook with the intensity. Not able to hold back, he felt his balls tighten as he deposited his cum into her pussy, triggering aftershocks in the momentarily satisfied brunette. Mark cleaned up Vanessa and was about to do the same for himself when she stopped him and went to her knees. Sucking him in until the sensitive head was at the back of her throat, she licked around the shaft until their combined cum was gone. Rocking back on her heels once he was cleaned off, she accepted his help getting to her feet and leaned up to kiss him, their taste still on her tongue. Amy felt Mark get up and then Vanessa. She knew he had been groping his wife when he rolled over on his other side, since he had been driving her crazy before. It wasn't long before she heard the unmistakable sounds of sex, followed closely by Vanessa urging him on. Amy slid her fingers over her clit and timed her rubbing with the slapping sounds that came through the door, imagining it was her getting impaled. She came when Mark grunted, not bothering to hide her cries. She was just drifting back off as the two lovers came in, Mark rolling up behind her with Vanessa pressing against his back. "Someone smells like they had a good time," Vanessa said with a giggle. "Yep." Amy giggled in reply as she wiggled back against Mark to trap his cock between the cheeks of her ass, pressing his hand to her tits as she did. Vanessa wasn't the only one that noticed Amy's scent. When Amy brought his hand around and he felt the hard nubs of her nipples, he started getting hard again. It was the slippery feeling from her cum covered thighs that added the iron to it though. He pushed it through the smooth skin to rest along her wet pussy, momentarily forgetting that Vanessa had snuggled in behind him and felt the movement. "Looks like someone else figured it out too." Vanessa purred in his ear drawing a laugh from Amy and a blush to Mark's face. "Easy tiger, we'll have time for that later. Right now I think we need to get some sleep, that meeting is in the morning and it will be hard enough re-hashing that crap rested," Amy told him, and then turned her head to kiss him. "Goodnight sweetheart." After the kiss Mark felt his head turned for another kiss from his other, "third?" "Goodnight baby," Vanessa added. "Goodnight ladies." Mark put his head on the pillows and squirmed into a comfortable sleeping position feeling Amy and Vanessa shifting with him. It was with his lips against Amy's neck and his hand on Vanessa's thigh that he slid back into a dreamless sleep. He had trouble sleeping mornings when he was ashore; he had grown accustomed to the tomb-like darkness found in the berthing areas on the boat. So it was with that bright thing shining in his eyes he found himself once again thanking the gorgeous blonde fairy for his gift. He could feel Amy's nipples hardening and her breathing quickening. Just as felt his swollen cock slipping between her lips, he remembered that the gorgeous brunette fairy should have been at work as well and reached behind him. Coming up literally empty handed, he looked around and heard kitchen noises just as he smelled bacon. "It's her turn to cook breakfast and my turn to enjoy the hot man that I found in my bed," Amy said with a gleam in her eyes. "Well if that's the case, I'll go get in the shower while you two play," Mark said with mock sadness. "Doofus," was all she said and tilted her hips down to trap the head of his cock with her pussy. She arched her back giving him a view of her ass, knowing what reaction she would get. Amy felt his hands slipping down her sides to rub her cheeks, spreading them to let him see the swollen lips and tight bud of her asshole, shivering as Mark ran his thumbs over it lightly. "Please fuck me baby, we can play later. Plus we don't have time to fuck around," Amy said. "Umm, don't you think it's a little late for that admonition there beautiful lady type person," Mark deadpanned as he waited with the head at her entrance. When she figured out what she had said and started laughing, he slowly slid himself into her wet confines, sighing happily when her laughs turned to moans. "Fuck that feels good baby. If you ever stop fucking me, I'll hunt you down and do something, but damned if I can remember right now. Oh, that's it sweetheart, fuck me hard baby." Mark pulled her to her knees and did what every gentleman should do, just what the lady asked him to do. He found himself with a very wet and vocal blonde thrashing around as he honored her request. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her back as he pushed into her drawing gasps from Amy and filling the room with sounds of bodies slapping together. He knew that he wouldn't last long, not with the sight of her ass as he pounded into her, and lost himself in the lust that she was vocalizing. Amy was lost in the haze caused by feeling Mark's cock pummeling her pussy. She felt like she was going to come apart and it was only a question of how big the explosion was going to be. Almost in answer to the unspoken question, she felt Mark jerk her back onto his cock one last time, burying the head inside while he emptied himself in her willing pussy, flipping her over into the screaming oblivion she had started craving. She felt his hands keeping her in place while she shuddered through her orgasm, not able to think of a better way to start a day. "I love you, Mark," Amy said when she could put two intelligible syllables together. "I love you too, Amy," Mark said with a contented little sigh. "What's wrong sweetheart?" "This is just going to take some getting used to. Are you sure that you two are good?" Mark asked, really not knowing if he could choose one of the ladies. "Yes baby, Vanessa and I talked it through and we're fine." "Yes Mark, we are," a smiling Vanessa said from the door, "coffee is in the bathroom. Now get your lazy asses out of bed. We've got to see the Captain in two hours." "Yes ma'am," came the chorused reply followed by laughter. "I love you too by the way Mark," Vanessa said as she drew him into a good morning kiss that could wake the dead, and it started to. She could feel him start to swell against her stomach, but slipped away before they were late. "I love you too Vanessa," he said as he pulled her back into a hug. "Shit, I'm going, I'm going," in response to the swat she landed on his ass to get him moving. He heard the shower running and slid in behind Amy, watching as the water traced her curves, flowing down her body. When he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her neck, he heard a little purr as she slid back into a wet embrace. Just as she was rinsing off, Vanessa came in handing Amy a towel and took her spot under the water and in his arms. "I could get used to showers like this," not realizing he said it aloud, drawing amused looks from the ladies. "I'm sure you could, but you are starting to prune up baby. Might want to hurry before the hot water runs out and you have a shrinkage problem," Vanessa said. "Shrinkage? I laugh at shrinkage! Oh dammit, wench, fuck that's cold!" letting out a particularly unmanly squeal as Vanessa turned the hot water off. "What was that about shrinkage baby?" Vanessa said as Amy joined in on the joke. "Paybacks are a bitch you know," he said with a grin. "Yeah, then you get stuck with two," Amy chimed in. "No beautiful, you are the two getting short changed," Mark said, his tone completely serious as he looked at the two people that he loved with all he had in him. Clearing his throat, he remembered that he still had two wheel-less vehicles hanging in the air. "I need to get the tires on the truck and the car," stopping at looks from both of the ladies. "We'll just take whichever one you've got out Mark," Amy said. "We can fit in the back seat you know, that is unless you are saying that our asses are too big to fit," she finished with an evil grin. "Dammit to hell. You caught me, here I was thinking that we needed the truck for the trailer it was going to take to haul those two huge things," ducking and running as two very mock-indignant beauties reached for sensitive ribs. "You know you're no fun right?" Amy grinned at him. "Umm, yup. I mean, no. And no, both of you have the two nicest asses I have ever seen, and I will be more than happy to kiss each one in any number of ways, pleeeeease?" drawing the last out in a plaintive wail. "Just get dressed and go eat and let us get ready, otherwise we'll never get out of the house. No, Mark, we have to get there at 10; your pot is the one on the right, and close the door on the way out," Vanessa said. "Ok, fine. How long are you going to be?" He asked. "We need to leave here by 930 at the latest, why?" Amy answered. "No reason. I've got my phone. Back in a few. Love you two," Mark said as he closed the front door before they had a chance to ask anything else. He had an errand to run, and he didn't need any company. Amy and Vanessa shared a puzzled look and each looked at the phone, before turning back to getting ready. Mark pulled into the driveway at 9:28 and bopped through the door, stopping when four very beautiful eyes tried to get his secrets. He knew if he let them look at him long enough, he would tell them anything they wanted, so he turned around and said something about not wanting to be late. Both of the ladies knew he was up to something and the thing about being late just confirmed it. They joked about him being late for his own funeral; there was always something that caught his attention on his way out. First one then the other tried to get him to spill it, and then stopped when he closed his eyes so he couldn't see them. They settled for not knowing, at least while he was driving, afterward though all bets were off. "Where are we going? The CO won't be onboard today," Mark asked when it sunk in that it was Sunday and he had no idea where they were going, and since he was driving, that was kind of bad. "We're meeting him at his house, baby," Vanessa said as she put her hand over his where it sat on the shifter. He could feel her smaller hand trembling even over the rumble of the big 427. Reaching up, he ran his fingers over her cheek, cupping her face in his palm as she turned to kiss his hand. "We'll get through this Vanessa," Mark said. "Yes, we will, together," Amy chimed in from the back. They had just reached the "fun zone" as Mark called this stretch of the country road the Captain lived on. He caught Amy's grin and saw a similar one on Vanessa's face as he carved the first turn in second gear, dancing the '80 like a muscular ballerina through the auto playground. He noticed both of them breathing a little faster as he came back down through the gearbox at the turn-off for the house. They were as addicted to speed as he was, something they would never publicly admit, but he knew better. Helping the girls out of the car, Mark escorted them to the door, slipping a hand onto the hip of each as they waited for someone to answer the bell. The Captain, Greg Spencer, opened the door and glanced at all three people. His eyebrows climbing as he saw the matching hickeys that were adorning the smooth skin of both girls. All Mark could do was shrug and turn a shade of red his CO had never seen before. Once they were seated and the small talk was dispensed with, Monica, the CO's wife disappeared. "We've got a problem, sir," Mark started, the long painful process recounting the mess that Chad had made. It took the better part of an hour, and a box of tissues, before everything was in place in the officer's mind. "Wow, does Jack know yet Mark?" was the only extraneous question. "No sir, he's at the cabin, and will probably be rolling back on the boat in the morning for muster. I figure he's out taking bear down with his bare hands," Mark said. "I meant about the three of you too, though." "Not yet sir, but he'll understand once he sees me. I think he always knew that I had a thing for Mark. Without the stress of everything, I'm not sure if "we" would have happened though. If anyone should understand stress it would be my brother. As long as he knows I'm happy, he'll be fine," Amy finished. Amy knew Monica from the family functions that took place when the boat was at sea, but had only met Greg at the few boat functions that the crew could be a part of as they had to work around the operational requirements. "This puts me in a difficult spot Mark. First it's the personal issues you have to deal with and the effect that it will have on your duties. Second there are the security clearance problems. And third, I need to make sure I don't lose Jack too," Greg said and paused, thinking. The personal dynamic between Mark and the two ladies didn't concern him. It was common knowledge that Mark and Jack would gladly take a bullet for each other. What had him worried were the people that had decided to make Mark, Vanessa and now Amy's lives miserable coming up with a bad case of the "deads." Not that he would lose any sleep over a few scumbags not wasting his air; it was that he couldn't afford to lose Jack as an operational asset. As Greg sat digesting things, he saw how each of them drew strength from the other two and was surprised he had never seen it before. It was clear as day when you knew what to look for; he just hoped Mark knew what he was doing. "How are things in the division? Is Tim ready yet?" Greg asked. "The division is fine sir. We caught up on the maintenance on the way in and I've been working Tim up for when I get out," Mark answered. "Okay, then you're on leave until I can get a handle on this from the XO on what he wants to do. Right now we don't have orders and we'll probably be at sea longer than you've got left anyway. Plus, I need to talk to the Squadron folks and see what we do about the security problems this guy could cause," Greg said. "Is there anything else I need to know?" "Not that I can think of sir," Mark said with a relieved sigh as he looked at Amy and Vanessa, getting shakes of their heads in response. "Guess not sir. Thanks for seeing us, especially on Sunday, but I didn't think it could wait." "Call if anything, no matter how small comes up," Greg said. "I mean it Mark, I won't have assholes like this guy messing with my crew and that includes my families." "Thank you again sir. Please pass along my apologies to Mrs. Spencer for taking you away from her on a Sunday morning," Mark said as he held the doors for the ladies. Mark had just slid into the driver's seat and turned to see the pitiful sad looks on both faces. Having forgotten the secret he was keeping, he just stared back until the light came back on. Knowing that he would eventually end up giving them the information, he settled on limited truth as the only option. "I promise that you will find out tonight, but it has to wait until then. Also we have reservations for 7, meaning we have to be gone by 6," Mark said, smiling as he saw the wheels turning. "What are we wearing for this date?" Amy asked. "Something so I can show everyone how lucky I am to have you both in my life," he answered and saw color creep into their cheeks. "Then we need to stop back at my, uhh Jack's place so I can get more clothes." "Is there going to be much? I can drop you off then go back and get the truck. Jack's place?" Mark finished as what she said sunk in. "I told you that you weren't getting rid of me, and we talked it over," Amy said gesturing to Vanessa. "It's not going to be painless, but there's no way I'm going to be farther away from you than I have to be." Mark pulled into a grocery store parking lot and turned off the car, turning to look at both women. He gave Vanessa a questioning look getting a nod and a smile, then turned to Amy. When he saw the nervous smile he glanced once more at Vanessa, getting the silent approval from her, and reached between the seats to pull Amy up for a soft kiss. As he kissed Vanessa he figured if the two ladies could work it out he wasn't going to kick that anthill, not with the killer bees that were already buzzing. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 06 "Are we going to get moving, or are we going grocery shopping?" Amy asked sweetly. Mark hated grocery shopping and if he was single the mini-mart where he got gas would be the only stop he would make. "We're going, we're going." "Vanessa and I can pack up my stuff and we should have just enough time to get ready," Amy said as they started moving again. Mark lost himself in the flow of the girl's conversation, letting the mundane massage his battered nerves. By the time they got to "Jack's" place, he was feeling a little less frazzled and slid back into the conversation when he heard his name. "Mark!" Vanessa had been trying to get his attention and had to resort to yelling to do so. "Umm, present?" was all could manage. "Would you bring those empty boxes that are in the attic of the garage over when you get the truck rolling again? Amy doesn't have any," Vanessa asked. "Absotutely, anything for the two most beautiful ladies in the world," Mark gushed, finishing with a laugh. ************ Mark pulled up to the house and noticed the red LED above the door to the house and the one on the garage glowing. Either he didn't set the alarms or someone had decided to go on a tour, uninvited. Pulling Jimmy's .45 from the console, Mark made sure there was round in the chamber and mentally flipped a coin to see which place to check first. The garage won, and he soon found himself crouching against the wall next to the door. Flipping the safety off, he reached up and opened the door, rolling into the opening on the floor, swinging his pistol in an arc while scanning the room. He had completed half the circuit, when his eyes slammed back to the desk. "Easy Mark!" came the bass rumble from his third best friend. Dropping the muzzle and clicking the safety on, Mark got to his feet and grabbed two beers before greeting his friend. "Fuck me running, Jack. I thought you were at the cabin," Mark started, "plus, I don't think your sister would approve of me perforating you. We need to talk." "First, that was pretty good, but next time wait for backup. I know she wouldn't approve of you getting dead on her. Second, yes we do need to talk. And third, open that beer and get another, there's something you need to see," Jack finished in a tone that said he would peel his eyelids off and sit on Mark to make sure it happened. Mark downed the first one and was turning back from getting his second, when he stopped and stared. Sitting in the corner was one of the bigger German Shepherds he had ever seen and he was watching everything, waiting. "Is he part of that talk, Jack?" pointing to the canine looking at him like a chew toy. "Just part, now sit down," Jack said as he opened a laptop and put a thumb drive in the port. He pushed play and watched his friend, sorry to have to put him through what was about to happen Mark's eyes widened as it dawned on him that Jack wanted him to watch the video of Vanessa. He looked at Jack and started to get up to leave. "Mark, you need to see this." "Fuck off!" was all that Mark could push through the red haze that engulfed him. "Godammit Mark! You need to see this," he said as Mark was headed to the door. "Chief." Was the only other thing he said, but it was enough. The dog had come to its feet and the low rumbling growl could be felt more than heard. Mark stopped, quivering with rage at Jack and embarrassment for Vanessa. He hadn't wanted anyone else to see that to spare her the extra bullshit. Turning on his heel, he stared at Jack, waiting. "Did you look closely at this video, Mark?" Jack asked, waiting for a reply. "No," was all Mark said. Why would he want to let the thing rip new holes through him? "I need you to look at one still, and then if you want to leave and hate me you can. But you're going to look at it, one way or the other," Jack said in a tone that wasn't going to take no as an answer. Mark walked stiffly back to where Jack sat and glanced at the monitor and was turning back to walk out as something caught his eye. Ignoring Jack and the dog, Mark looked closely and felt his world collapse again. Jack was watching Mark's face as understanding sunk in and saw his friend sit down heavily and bury his face in his hands. The girl in the video and the picture wasn't Vanessa, she could be her twin sister, but that was beside the point. Mark felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room as he saw what Jack was pointing too. The girl was eerily similar to his wife, but he wasn't in any shape to tell the difference when he first saw it. He had jumped to a conclusion that was so far off and had treated Vanessa like a whore and royally fucked up his relationship with the Swanson's. The ass whipping that he was about to get from Jack for sleeping with Amy was mild to what should happen. "Jack, I fucked up so bad. Just start beating the shit out of me so I don't have to wait," Mark said looking at the floor, noticing the second beer. Might as well get some alcohol moving to soak up some of the pain he thought. "What are you talking about?" Jack asked. "Amy," was all Mark could get out. "What about her?" "The night when we got home got out of hand, and one thing led to another, and...," Mark trailed off. "So you two slept together?" Jack asked. "Yeah, you could say that." Mark looked up wide-eyed as Jack started laughing. "Everything that has happened in the last two days and you are sweating something I thought had happened 15 years ago?" Jack said as he stopped to breathe again. "From what I hear, the only damage was a hole in the table and a few hickeys. If it would have been me the house would have been in shambles; and the last thing I would worry about is sparing someone's feelings" Mark just looked at Jack, stunned. How did Jack know all of this? "What do you mean 15 years?" came out, surprising Mark and sending the big man into another laughing fit. "Everyone thought you two had slept together when you moved in. Hell, even mom thought so and wasn't bothered. You two acted like you had, so?" Jack tapered off. "Not until two nights ago," Mark said shaking his head, feeling a little relieved and disappointed in the absence of an ass whipping. "I treated Vanessa like shit and then Amy. They're both going to hate me now. And how did you know all about this anyway?" "Well, let's just say a little birdie told the XO when we surfaced about our buddy Chad and friends, who asked me to make sure things didn't go too wrong. When Scott left with the drives, the crypto guys looked through it and found enough to put those scumbags out of our misery. Turns out that they were using the house as a depot for women they got hooked on drugs before they sent them down the road. That video and the rest that you saw were so you would kick Vanessa to the curb, killing two birds with one stone. Vanessa for getting away and you for getting Chad tossed back in jail that night," Jack paused to let that set in. "They didn't plan on us coming back early or the connection you had with Vanessa. Frank and the federal guys are almost done rounding up all of Chad's buddies, almost being the keyword. That's where Chief comes in; meet your new security system. He was retiring and will be the perfect fit. The girls have already passed the "sniff test" and he would have eaten you when you came in the door if you didn't," Jack finished with a grin and a tap of his bottle. "I briefed the CO this morning just after you left and found out the rest." "When did Chief meet them?" Mark asked. "A month ago. I talked to the guy that's in charge of the working dogs and had him set up a meet and greet with Chief. He loved them and so on. Anyway, you were the last one. Go ahead and get him over here so we can finish this and I can finally get to the cabin," Jack said. Mark called Chief, who came across the floor like he owned the place, looking at him like he was weighing him on a set of scales. Something must have tipped them in Mark's favor, the big dog lying down in front of Mark to watch the door. "Shit. Amy and Vanessa are at your house alone," Mark started getting up, Jack stopping him. "Frank has a cruiser on either entrance to the access road," Jack answered. Mark sat down trying to get used to the plate shift his world had just taken. He was confused why Vanessa had been so distraught. Why didn't she just tell him? Then he replayed the events in his head the words he was shaping into a flail running through his mind. "Mark, it's not what it seems. I was so alone." She had tried and all he did was ignore her. "So what had Vanessa so worked up?" Mark asked. "Chad and his friends were basically running a brothel at your house, dabbling in a bit of human trafficking with a sprinkle of running a dope ring. She was told that they would tell the command about you being involved if she said anything about it. From what one of them "volunteered", Vanessa hid in the little bedroom and only came out to go to work," Jack said. Mark looked up into his friend's eyes, and asked the question he thought he already had the answer to, but had to ask anyway. "Did Vanessa ever...," he trailed off, not able to finish. "No Mark, not once. If it makes you feel better, Scott was the one that saw it first. Those assholes did it that way to fuck with your mind, but the videos that are on that hard drive had some under-aged kids and a few that will seal up some murder cases. As long as Vanessa gives a statement, there won't be a record or any jail time," Jack said as he watched the load that had been imposed on Mark's shoulders lift. The self-imposed one was still there. Reaching into his pocket Jack came out with two things; a set of keys and satellite phone. "Are your babies as fast as they look?" Jack asked. "Faster, they've got the new powertrains that are in the racing Corvettes; six speed gearboxes, the whole nine yards. Why?" "Just wondered. Take these for the girls then. Just do me a favor and don't dust off the security guys." Jack held a hand up as Mark started objecting, "My big sister and little brother are in the car, not to mention my sister. It's only when you guys leave the house and until we round up the band of merry men. Do you have any plans for tonight?" Mark filled him in on what was on tap and stopped as Jack brought some small boxes from behind where he was sitting. When he saw them all he could do is shake his head and laugh. "Might need these then," was all Jack said with a grin. "Ok. I'm not going to ask anything about all of that. All I want to know is that there isn't anything in the house," Mark said. "Nope. Les and his boys already went through and checked. And no, they didn't leave anything extra. That was the one concession they gave me, the house and garage were off limits, but until we get Chad, you're going to have to deal with some security. They're good and shouldn't be conspicuous and they will let you know what they will be driving." "The phone has the security detail's numbers and mine programmed. If you even think someone has farted at you I want you to promise to let someone know. Don't try to do anything; that's what we pay these guys for. Deal?" Jack finished. "Like I have a choice?" Mark said with a small laugh. Actually he was relieved on so many levels. The girls would be safe and Chad and his animals would soon be off the streets and out of their collective hair. "How about helping me put the wheels back on Amy's truck. I need to get those boxes," pointing to the attic, "over so she can bring stuff over." Mark was shocked at how good it felt to have his friend there to talk to, even if they had just shared a piece of underwater real estate for the last four months. "Jack, there's no way I can thank you for everything. I'm afraid I've still got a very interesting meeting when I get back over there, but that's then. Now all I can say is thanks," Mark said. "Just keep the girls safe and be smart for a while. That's all the thanks I need," Jack said and swatted Mark's hand away that he was raising to shake hands, and pulled him into a bear hug. "Remember, call if you suspect anything. I don't want to have to be the one to tell those two that you were trying to be a hero." "Fair enough," was all Mark said. "I'm outta here. Chief is already good with either place you want to leave him. I would suggest the house. Just call him when you come in through the door, otherwise he may eat your face," Jack finished as he was heading for the door and the belated trip to the cabin. "Be safe and thanks again Jack," Mark said with a wave. Mark cleaned up and sat down on the couch, Chief taking up his spot between the door and his new human. "Well Chief, welcome aboard sir," and got up to take him up to the house. When he went in he saw three big dog beds spread throughout the rooms. Holding his hand out to the dog, Chief slid his head under it accepting the ear scratching. "You've got the watch until I get back Chief," and with a final scratch Mark headed over for the mea culpa that was in his immediate future. Remembering his "friends", Mark kept to the paved roads and didn't play like he normally would have on the way back over. He was pleased to see the cruiser sitting at the entrance as he started toward the house. If anything happened to the ladies after everything that had already happened, he didn't think he would make it back again. Backing into the driveway Mark let himself in and was confronted by two very sweaty and semi-irritated ladies. "Baby, we aren't going to have time to get ready if this takes much longer," Vanessa said. "It takes some of us a little longer than twenty minutes to get ready sweetheart," Amy chimed in. "I know, but there is something I have to do first, the rest is going to have to wait." Pulling both girls down to sit on the couch he went on. "Jack was at the house when I got there." he said looking at the floor. "I." Was all he managed to get out. "Mark?" The two concerned women said almost in unison. "I'm so sorry. I just hope I haven't ruined my relationships with you. I don't think I could deal with losing either one of you. It's almost like there are two holes inside me; one that says Vanessa and the other Amy. I would sooner cut my arm off as hurt you, I'm sorry," winding to a halt. Mark felt fingers lifting his face as he looked into the faces of two confused and slightly worried ladies. "What are you talking about, Mark?" Vanessa said as Amy nodded her head in puzzled agreement. "Jack forced me to watch the video again. Vanessa, I'm so sorry. You tried to tell me, but I ignored you and ended up no better than Jimmy. And Amy, I just don't know where to start," stopping when a finger was put across his lips. "Mark, I heard them talking about that just being the wedge to drive between us. But it didn't work did it?" Vanessa said, waiting for the shake of his head. "There was plenty of other stuff that I had to keep silent about for you to throw me out a hundred times over waiting if that didn't work. I should be the one saying I'm sorry baby." Mark felt another finger turn his head toward the blonde. "The way I pounced you in the garage was as close to raping a guy you can get Mark. We have been talking it over; I'll understand if you want me to stay here." Amy finished with a quivering lip. Mark looked from one set of tear filled eyes to the next. "No Amy, I'm asking each of you for your forgiveness and if you can find a place for me. I'm the one that started this mess." "Baby, Amy and I have talked it all through. We were ok with how it was earlier," glancing at the nodding blonde before continuing, "that is if you are." Vanessa finished, almost holding her breath. "Well then, I guess I have something for you then. I was going to wait until tonight, but I think now would be better." Mark reached back and pulled out the boxes Jack had given him. The first box had two chains in it. One had Mark's oblong wedding band on it and the second had the diamond from Vanessa's engagement ring on a pendant. "This is in fact yours Vanessa, and I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you." Mark paused long enough to clasp the chain around her neck and went on. "This one is my reminder of what happens when you let the rage inside take over." And he placed that one around his neck with shaking fingers. Taking a deep breath, he went on, more nervous than he ever could remember. He heard both ladies surprise as he cracked the other box. It held identical 3 carat engagement rings. "I know I can't do this, and won't blame either of you if you say no, but I would be honored if you would wear these. It makes me think of the way I see each of you, beautiful on the inside and out." Mark waited as the girls looked from the rings to his face, each one with tears streaking their cheeks. They looked at each other for a second before turning back to Mark with huge smiles and happy nods. Mark's heart soared as he placed them on their fingers getting answering kisses. The girls started talking to each other and holding them out in the light so they could look at them and stopped when they noticed Mark still where they had left him. He had another box in his hand, and it was shaking even harder. When he looked into Vanessa's eyes she smiled and nodded. This one had two identical and one similar wedding band. With one last look at Vanessa, Mark started. "Amy, there is no way to do this legally, but I don't need that to know that I love you and need you in my life. I would walk through fire if you asked and after everything you've seen me through, there's nothing that you could do to me that would change that in any way. May I?" Mark stopped looking into Amy's eyes. Amy glanced at Vanessa for a sign. She was already spinning and there was no way she would do this without knowing it was ok with the pretty brunette. She got a big smile and nod as Vanessa pulled her into a hug and whispered "welcome to the family" in her ear. The tears started flowing quicker when she looked back at Mark, shifting to a flood as he slipped the ring onto her finger along with the diamond. "I love you Mark," was all she said as she kissed him. "I love you too Amy. I can't promise anything other than to try my best," Mark said, wiping her tears away. After another kiss, Mark took another of the smaller bands and took Vanessa's hand with a deep breath. "Baby, I promised to be with you through thick or thin; but I bailed on you when you needed me most. All I can promise is to not let it happen again and would be honored if you let me try to make it right the second time. Please?" Vanessa had started nodding when he took her hand and didn't stop until her ring was back where it belonged. She felt whole again when it slipped into place. It might be a new band, but it meant so much more this time. She had always had joint occupancy with Amy in Mark's heart and shared her happiness with her two best friends. Mark waited for them to settle back into a flutter, and took out the band that was the mate to theirs. He held it up and showed it to them. "I can't promise to listen all the time or say the right thing. About all I can promise is to be the best man that I can be for each of you. There isn't anyone else that I could picture ever being with besides the two of you and I'm asking permission to wear "your" ring." Mark saw both women nod and slipped his band on, succumbing to the tears that he had been holding back, and felt their hands pulling him up onto the couch between them. The three sat together soaking in the peace that had settled over their troubled hearts and minds. It was almost like an extra buffer was in place when all three were there. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 06 Amy was the first one to look at the clock. "Mark are we still going tonight?" "Sure, why?" "If we don't get moving we won't make it by midnight, much less leave at six." "Then move we shall fine lady," Mark said in his corniest tone, standing up and pulling them up from the couch and into a hug. After a kiss for each, they got to the task at hand of moving as much as Amy needed until they could figure out what went where. They pulled back into "their" house at 3:30, Mark telling the girls to wait as he called for Chief, surprising them as the big dog slid between them to look out the door like he was checking that they were ok. Once he was assured, he accepted the scratches hello and went back to the bed facing the door, his muzzle on his paws. They got the truck unloaded and the girls confiscated both showers, leaving him and Chief to the nap that was waiting to ambush them as Mark sat in the recliner. ************** Mark had just returned from a workout, the early spring air feeling good with the t-tops off, and pulled the '80 into the garage next to her sister. He opened the door and smelled a very feminine scent, getting out just in time to catch Tanya as she threw herself into his arms. "Hey there stud," Tanya growled. "Hey gorgeous, did I lose a day? I thought you were going to be here Friday." She had been a regular guest at Chez Mark since the night of his birthday. "Nope, something happened with the power and they cancelled classes and I thought I would spend an extra day here. I can head to Amy's if you hav...," Tanya stopped as Mark slid his lips along her neck, nibbling his way to her throat. "Umm, does that mean I can stay, ohh, damn that feels good." Mark smiled at her and pulled the strap of her shirt over her shoulder as he kissed along her collar bone, his hands coming to a rest on her hips. He was making the return trip to her lips, when she grabbed his hair and pulled him the rest of the way and into a passionate kiss. Reaching down, he picked Tanya up and she wrapped her legs around him, and tried to navigate to the door and into the house. She always liked to skip the formalities when she first got back. "No baby, take me to bed, I need you to fuck me," Tanya said pleading as he turned into the bathroom with his passenger. "Sweetie, I just got done at the gym and there is no way I'm subjecting you to that. I'm just going to rinse off and I'll be done," Mark said as he started stripping out of his gear. He stepped in the shower and turned around to see Tanya following him, fully clothed. Her shirt had turned opaque and conformed to her body like a second skin, her nipples standing out begging for attention. He reached out and ran his fingers lightly over them and fanned his fingers out over the swell of her breasts. He never understood how they could be so firm, yet be so soft and lost himself in the exploration of his partner. They had been seeing each other for the past eight months and he never tired of the simple act of feeling her as if he was soaking her up with his fingers. It had all been a fantasy come true for Mark. He had a senior in college as a fuck buddy, although he had tried to make it more formal. Tanya told him early that she was going to be moving to California to work for a software developer after graduation, and couldn't bear hurting him by springing it on him later. Although he knew it would hurt when she left, they put off thinking about "that day" as it had been dubbed. Tanya pulled his head down to her painfully hard nipples, sighing when she felt his teeth grab one and pull it away from her chest. Mark had learned all of her triggers and spots in the first few weeks, and was able to play her body like a finely tuned instrument. When she felt his hand slide up her thigh and under the wet mini-skirt, she smiled into his hair when she heard him take a deep breath. She had left her panties in the car, disposing of a barrier to getting him inside where he had carved a niche. Mark let her guide him to his knees as she tried to get his tongue where it belonged, which was anywhere in contact with her steaming pussy. Tanya had been committed to Mark since he turned eighteen, even though she told him that she was dating other people. She knew she could have settled down with Mark and been happy, but she also knew there would only be embers and no flames. "What am I going to do Amy?" Tanya had asked in tears. "What do you want to do?" was all the answer she got from her friend. "I want to have his babies and let him treat me like a princess," Tanya sniffed. "I think I love him Amy. This wasn't supposed to happen," and melted down in her friend's arms. "Have you talked to him about it?" Amy asked, hoping the sobbing blonde hadn't. She knew that Mark would bend over backward to give Tanya the moon if she asked, but would never be able to love her back the way she loved him. "No. Not that I haven't wanted to a thousand times, he could give me the "happily ever after" that I want, but I can't give him the same thing." Tanya paused. "He deserves more than I can give him," she said as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Tanya, you know he cares for you too." "I know, and he may even love me but he's not "in" love with me. I'm pretty sure that honor has been bestowed on someone other than me," as she looked at Amy. "I think that has gone to you and Vanessa even if he doesn't know it." So Tanya once again felt her body responding to Mark's attention, while her mind fought the losing battle of shoving the impending pain back in its box. Suddenly she was glad for the shower, her tears flowing freely as the man that had unknowingly stolen her heart tried to fix the wrong problem. Mark could feel something different in the way Tanya was reacting to his tongue and lips as he teased his way to her pussy, she felt stiff and reserved. Thinking that she was sad about the upcoming separation, Mark tried harder to please her and make her forget for a bit. The more he tried, the wider the gulf seemed. He rocked back on his heels and looked up, horrified to see the tears that he had been oblivious to. Tanya felt Mark stop mid-lick and look up at her. When he looked in her eyes, she saw what was hidden in them and gasped. It was at that point she knew for sure she wasn't the woman he needed; she wasn't strong enough to deal with the pain. But, she loved him more for "loving" her for who she was and not holding her up against Amy or Vanessa. It was almost like he gave her as much of him as she could handle, buffering her from the deep pits. As she watched, Mark's walls shifted to hide all of the jagged peaks, allowing her access to the "fluffy" parts. When he wrapped her sobbing form in his arms, she knew everything would work out, somehow, just not together. When Mark gathered her to his chest, she heard the soothing rhythm of his heart beat and slid into the protected role which was all she could be with him. Mark dried her off and carried her to bed, cradling her in the shell that he had crafted specifically for her. Once she had calmed down he kissed her tears away and started placing tiny pecks from her hairline to her feet, bypassing all of her spots that he had come to know so well. By the time he started his return trip, Tanya had forgotten the pain and lost herself to the pleasure that his mouth was giving her. He made it back to her eyelids, having traced a path through the minefield of her erogenous zones, leaving her a bundle of exposed nerves. As his lips settled against hers, she felt his fingertips dragging lightly across her skin leaving goose bumps as they passed. He had brought her to the edge and managed to turn her thoughts away from the day that was a few short weeks away. Tanya whined against his lips and twisted her body as she tried to get him to touch her where she needed it. Just as she thought he was going to light her fuse by touching her nipple, she felt Mark spread his fingers, torturing her as his hand completed it's journey to her face. "Please touch me Mark. I can't take it any longer. Please make me cum babmmmpphhff." Tanya stopped as he kissed her, slipping his tongue in her mouth causing her breath to come in gasps. Mark sucked her tongue into his mouth and started flicking the tip like he had her nipple, giving her the extra push into her first orgasm of the night. She tried to shove his head down as he started nibbling her ears and neck, but she might as well have been trying to push the house. He would get there when he wanted and just slowed down when she tried to make him move faster. He managed to show her that her earlobes and collar bones were orgasm starters before he started his slow migration lower. Tanya tried to help things along by squeezing her aching nipples just to find him smiling and trapping her hands in his as he started heading further down. She had already cum three times and she could feel the wetness running between the cheeks of her ass. She felt Mark's lips sliding down to her screaming nipples, holding her breath when she felt his mouth slip around, and keep going. "Mark you little fucker, suck my nipples, shit baby, FUCK ME! Please baby, please," Tanya trailed off when she felt his hand close around her left breast, his mouth sucking the nub hard. This orgasm made the first ones the warm up and it was time for the workout to start. Once Mark decided he had tortured the pretty blonde enough, he went back and tripped every mine he had skipped before. He started with the hollow of her throat and worked his way to the tips of her toes, pausing to give each enough attention to cause a nearly continuous series of orgasms. He slowed to let her catch her breath as he finished the circuit with the trip from her knees to her swollen pussy, along the soft skin of her inner thighs. He had relented and let her have her nipples, but every time she reached for her screaming pussy, she would find one of his hands waiting. "Mark, I can't take any more baby, please, let me have your cock. At least eat me or kill me. Fuck me you little teasing bastard!" The tirade started low and built as she felt his tongue bypass her pussy, again. Tanya felt his lips curling into a grin as she wrapped her thighs around his head and rolled over so she was sitting on his face. She reached down and grabbed an ear and a handful of hair and mashed her pussy against his mouth as she started rubbing against anything that she could get against her clit. She never thought an eyebrow or a cheekbone were particularly sexual, but they were now. She growled and panted as she felt his hands pressing her even harder against him. "Mark, baby, lick my cunt, make me cum baby, oh fuck!" was the end of anything coherent as her orgasm swept her into the tornado that Mark had created. Just as she thought it was past, Mark would toss her back into its grasp. Mark slid his hands up and, as he was sucking her clit, slipped a thumb in her ass. He had to slip his lips over his teeth as she bucked against him, glad he had gotten a breath of air as Tanya locked his face between her lips. Glancing up he saw her hunched over, her face bright red as she tried to pull a breath in through her clenched muscles. He felt her jerk one last time, and then had to catch her as she rolled sideways, her eyes closed and her breath coming in ragged gasps. Tanya came back when she felt Mark's lips against hers, her juices on them re-lighting the inner fires. She shivered as she felt his soft touch as it slid up her ribs and into her hair, pulling her lips to his. Slipping out of his arms, Tanya started working her way down his body, tracing the lines with her tongue and lips. As she trailed kisses toward his waist, she dragged her nails in circles, pulling groans from deep inside her lover. The only torment she had in store for Mark was a few puffs of air across the swollen head of his cock before she pulled it through her lips. Tanya ran her tongue through the slit of his cock and licked the pre-cum, savoring the taste, before sucking him into her throat. She loved feeling him as he lost himself in the pleasure she could give him. Mark felt her reach under him and grab his ass with both hands pulling as she swallowed his length. He could feel Tanya's groans as they resonated throughout his body as she started building to another orgasm. When she pulled up to get a breath, Mark rolled her over and started thrusting between her lips. Tanya squealed around his cock as she felt his tongue slide back across her sensitive clit and tried to squirm away. Mark held her in place as he spread her open and tongued her inner lips, watching as they tried to draw him further inside betraying their owner's true feelings. Afraid he would push too hard or too far, Mark rocked back on his knees enough to give Tanya some breathing room. As he slid his tongue into her, she started doing what amounted to pull-ups, jamming her face onto his shaft, pressing her nose into his balls with each thrust. Tanya pulled back so just the head was in her mouth and started sucking hard on the head and lightly dragging her teeth across the sensitive spot under it. She could see his balls drawing up as he lost the fight for control followed closely by his teeth closing on her inner thigh. "Tanya, fuck that's so good baby. I'm going to cum. Shit!" Tanya had started stroking Mark's cock with both hands as she teased the lower side of his head with her tongue. She considered pulling him out so he could cum on her face and neck, knowing he loved seeing her decorated like that, but didn't want to waste it this time. When she felt him fighting the urge to bury his cock in her throat, she wrapped her arms around his waist and did it for him. She just managed to swallow him completely as she felt the head swell and the first shot go down her throat. Wanting to taste him, she pulled back enough to take the rest in her mouth, swallowing Mark's cum as he spent himself onto her tongue. "Don't think you're getting out of it that easy. You still need to fill up the other end," Tanya said once she caught her breath. Mark was still floating as he felt her teeth dragging along the shaft and didn't see the sneak attack until she had the head securely behind her teeth. Gasping at the way she was teasing the hyper-sensitive flesh, all he could do was gasp and shudder as Tanya exacted her revenge for the earlier exquisite torture he had subjected her to. He could feel the moans that were slipping past her lips as she made love to him with her talented mouth, bringing his cock back to life. Tanya felt her wetness pooling under her ass as Mark's cock began thickening in her mouth, unable to believe that another orgasm was possible. She gasped as the tables were turned when she felt him kissing the swollen lips of her pussy. He turned his head and kissed her lower lips the way he would have the set a bit further north. He was nibbling and pulling each lip, sucking the flesh into his mouth as he snaked his tongue inside her. Mark never tired of giving Tanya all of the pleasure her body could take. As he slipped his tongue inside her for a french kiss of sorts, he brought his hands up, one for her clit and one for her ass. He could feel his cock swelling in Tanya's mouth accompanied by an increased volume as she was being pushed to more unexplored pleasure peaks. When Mark felt Tanya's moans and sighs pick up speed, he slowed down and kissed her pussy with all of the passion that he had on her other lips earlier. He started playing with her clit and asshole as he slid his lips side to side, his tongue lightly flicking as he moved. Once he got to her clit, Mark pulled the hood back and started tickling the sensitive nub, driving her closer to the release that had her body saying yes, her mind saying no. "Oh shit, Mark. No baby I can't take any more. Mark. Mark! Please baby, come up here and fuck me. I need you in my pussy, sweetheart." Tanya whimpered the last words as she clamped her thighs around his ears. Tanya felt the pressure building in her pussy as she felt Mark's tongue working its magic. Unable to do anything but gasp for air and hold on, she surrendered to the second time in the evening she took the thought of death and sex seriously. She managed to get the signal to her legs to open and then the equally amazing feat of getting a finger in his mouth and pulled his lips away from her throbbing clit. She felt his head turning back and tried to get his mouth again but came up short and ended up with a finger in his nose. All she cared about was stopping the stimulation and getting a breath. "Sweetheart. Please come up and kiss me baby. I can't come again Mark. Oh shit, you taste like me. Oh fuck, yessssss," the last drawn out as she felt the head pressing into her. Just as Mark pressed his entire length inside Tanya, she wrapped her arms and legs around him. She had never felt as complete as she did with him, with or without clothes. He had also taught her that she didn't need to dress or look a certain way for him to want to have her with him. Mark groaned as he felt the head of his cock slip into Tanya's still grasping pussy. Running his hands over her skin, he held her face and kissed her as he made love to her. He started with long slow strokes, losing himself in the feelings as she responded to his attentions. He let out a low moan when she started running her nails along his back, her hands grabbing his ass and urging him to speed up. "Oh fuck baby, squeeze down on that prick. Oh shit yes Tanya, that's incredible." Tanya had started squeezing the muscles in her pussy as he stroked into her, forcing him to press hard to push her walls back. She moaned when he started digging in with his hips as he bottomed out, seating the head into the mouth of her cervix. Rolling Mark over, she straddled his hips and sighed as she settled herself down onto his throbbing shaft. She leaned forward to kiss him and started rocking her hips faster, her ass slapping against his thighs as she felt the beginning of another series of orgasms and wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Mark loved it when Tanya was on top. He could lay back and watch as the pretty blonde savored the sensations that flowed through her. She never failed to amaze him with the way she would move her hips and the feelings that she caused in him. Reaching up he grabbed her nipples and pulled them a little rougher than he planned, drawing a cry from her. He started to let go as his apology was already starting, the words trailing off when he saw the hungry look on her face. "Yes baby. Squeeze my tits Mark. Fuck that's so good. Use my pussy sweetheart," she said as she felt Mark using her nipples to pull her down for another kiss. Tanya had to lean forward to kiss him and slid up his cock. Slipping his hands down to her hips, Mark started pounding up into her soaked pussy. Feeling her nipples against his chest and the soft skin of her thighs along his sides was making it harder to wait for her. He slowed down to give her time but she just took over setting the pace and fucked him even faster and harder. "Tanya, I'm so close, damn that's so fucking good." "Fill my pussy baby. Fuck me sweetheart, oh shit yes Mark! Harder baby, just like that, oh fuck!" Hearing Tanya urge him on always made it nearly impossible to hold on; when you added in the way her pussy clenched as she finished it was impossible. He managed to hang on by his fingernails until he knew she had already started cumming, and let go, filling her already overflowing pussy with his cum. He wasn't worried, the night was just starting and she would be there all weekend. Tanya had just started with the orgasm she was sure would be the fatal one when she felt Mark's thumb on her clit, pushing her even closer. She felt the head swell as he buried himself in her, lifting her from the bed as he thrust into her aching pussy. She had never cum this much in a month, much less one evening and found herself in the same condition as earlier. Gasping for air she felt the last bit of her control slip and was caught in the avalanche of feelings her lover had tapped into. The last thing she remembered was screaming wordlessly before the lights went out. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 06 Mark had seen Tanya enjoy their love making before, and had even inspired her to vocal fireworks, but he didn't think he had ever seen her this out of it afterward. As she settled against his chest he could feel the aftershocks rippling through her as she moaned quietly. Once he was sure that she was ok, he slipped out and cleaned her up before pulling her back into his arms and curling up behind her. Tanya woke up a while later and felt Mark's rhythmic breathing as he wrapped around her protectively. She stayed that way for what seemed like hours, soaking in the way he felt and slipped out of bed. Mark woke up and felt something out of place. Looking at the clock it was only 10, too early for him to be in bed, then remembered Tanya. Figuring she was in the bathroom he waited for her to come back, after a few minutes he got up to check on her. Not finding her in the bathroom he went into the kitchen thinking that she needed a drink after all of the verbal exercise she had gone through. Not finding her, he back tracked through the house and saw the envelope just as he noticed her car was gone. He opened the envelope with shaking hands and a sinking feeling in his stomach. He heard her talking as he read. "Hi baby, There are so many things I want to say, but don't have the words. I want to be able to tell you what you mean to me and the way you make me feel. I want to be able to tell you how you make all the mundane things we do special and the special ones spectacular. I want to be able to tell you about the way I tremble when you touch me and the way your kisses make my heart fly. Sweetheart, I saw tonight that you are all the man I could ever want or need. I also saw that I'm not strong enough to be the other half you need to allow you to soar. I'm so sorry to tell you this way, but if I tried to do this in person I would probably take the easy way out. You are going to make an awesome husband and father for some lucky lady, but I'm afraid that's not in the cards for us. I love you, Tanya. He re-read it three times, finally seeing the smudges. Feeling like a knife was in his chest, he recognized the places where her tears had fallen on the paper. Staring at the phone, he had to stop himself from calling her before he had time to think it through. "Hi Maggie, is Amy around?" "Good to hear your voice Mark. Stop by for supper some time, and yes she is, hang on." Maggie walked down the hall to Amy's room and poked her head in. "Mark's on the phone and he sounds terrible." Amy passed her mother in the hallway almost bowling her over as she hurried to the phone. "Hey sweetheart," was all Amy said. She had a good idea what happened, but didn't want to make it worse. "Hey beautiful," was all the response she got. "Mark, what's wrong baby?" "She's gone Amy. I need you." "I'll be right there. Give me a few minutes," she said and hung up the phone, turning to see the concerned look on Maggie's face. "Is he ok?" Maggie asked. "No. Something with Tanya. I'm not sure what exactly, but no matter what it's not good." Amy said as she started stuffing things into an overnight bag. "If Tanya calls tell her I'm asleep and I'll call her back. I may or may not be back tonight." Amy walked in and saw Mark sitting at the table with his head in his hands and stopped when he handed her the note. She tried to pull him into a hug twice as she read; he slipped from her grasp each time. As she finished reading she wrapped both arms around his head and pulled, pressing his head against her stomach and waited. It only took a minute before she heard a muffled "why". "Why did she leave that," he said pointing to the note. "Did I hurt her, make her mad, what?" Taking a deep breath, Amy pulled him to his feet and into the den. Once she had him on the couch she started trying to figure out how to explain love to her naïve world-weary friend. "Baby, Tanya loved you." "I loved her too, Amy." "No Mark, she was "in love" with you, not just loved you." "If that's the case, why was she still dati...," Mark trailed off as he saw Amy's head shaking. "She hasn't gone out with anyone since your birthday sweetie," Amy said softly and saw understanding bloom in his mind. "But she said. Shit I was so stupid. I need to call her." Mark said trying to get up. "Mark, listen to me for a second before you call, please." When she was sure she had his attention, she went on. "I want you to look inside and tell me if you could see spending the rest of your life with her. While you're in there, tell me if you are in love with her, or with what she represents to you. Is she "the" woman for you or does she represent security and what you think a home is supposed to be? And the last part; is she someone that you can show all your emotional scars too and let her hold you when the pain is too much to handle?" Amy sat back and waited as the questions trickled through him. Mark heard Amy talking, and then replayed what she said, really listening to the words the second time. When he got to the last part, he knew Amy was right. There was no way he could ever let Tanya in, not that he could give a reason for it other than a feeling. It wasn't that he didn't trust her; he just didn't want to hurt her. Amy sat watching as a sad look came to Mark's face. She hated this part of the "volunteer big sister" role most. Having to watch him struggle with dating issues that most kids his age had dealt with in middle school with their first loss of "love" was hard; having to watch him try to figure out that Tanya loved him but left because it was best for him, was ripping her heart out. "How could I be this stupid Amy? I even told her about the way Vanessa and I had started going out." Mark looked at his hands. "If I had known she wasn't seeing anyone, I would have stopped seeing Vanessa. Nothing happened, but still." "That's why she didn't sweetie. She didn't want to trap you in something that you would regret later. She was there when Vanessa melted down in the kitchen, and saw the sparks, remember?" Amy said as he looked up. "What now?" Mark asked. "Well, right now you remember the good parts and learn from the bad parts and start over in the morning. C'mon sweetheart," Amy said and held her hands out for Mark to take. Once they re-made the bed, Amy slid in next to Mark, holding him just as she had four years earlier, running her fingers through his hair until she knew he was sleeping. She felt her tears flowing, not for Mark this time, but for Tanya. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 07 Thank you for taking the time to read this story. Also, an enormous thanks to Claire for all of the editing assistance. Just an FYI. This started with a premise and a dog. The turn it took in chapter two surprised me as much as it irritated some. I simply wrote what passed by as the "movie" played. There have been complaints about the flashback scenes, noted, but I guess I like to know why people act and feel like they do. This is actually the fist half of the chapter. I didn't want to kill the site admins by dumping all of it at one time. The second part should be posted in a few days. Any comments or feedback are welcome and can be left through my profile. Thanks again, TNC *************** Mark woke up when Vanessa ran her finger across his cheek, smiling as she saw his eyes playing across her body, the thin robe untied. She could feel them caressing her as surely as if he was using his fingers. Her nipples hardened as he looked at them and watched as his eyes widened as he saw what she had done. She knew he could see the way her pussy was swollen and wet, she had shaved it smooth and couldn't wait to play, later. "Not now baby, we need to get moving or we'll miss our reservation at Brad's. I promise you can have me later," Vanessa purred as she stepped out of range of his fingers. "The bathroom is empty so get moving; you promised us a night out." Mark had just finished going over the plans for the evening with the head of the security detail when he heard two sets of heels clicking as Vanessa and Amy came into the room. "Holy shit," he heard himself say and clapped a hand over his mouth before more could follow. Vanessa wore a deep blue dress with halter fastener. The front had a keyhole slit that plunged into her cleavage, the diamond sparkling as it sat in the valley between her breasts. The back was scooped low and exposed her low back as it started at the subtle curve on the top of her ass and the hem hit her mid-thigh with a slit that came up to mini-skirt territory. The matching three inch heels tied it all together. Tearing his eyes away, he turned to Amy and was thankful his hand was still in place. She wore a black strapless dress, the back stopping above where Vanessa's did, but the front was much different. It was made to cover her nipples and the lower half of her breasts, while pressing them up for his viewing pleasure. The bottom of the dress ended just about where Vanessa's slit did, her tanned legs displayed. The heels somehow managed to enhance the perfection that was her ass. The finishing touch was the jewelry they wore. The stones and bands he had given the ladies earlier adding an elegant simplicity to their beauty. He sat in the chair stunned as both of the women spun in place, displaying themselves for his eyes. Mark felt like he was an anchor that kept the two beautiful angels earthbound. A glimpse of the thought must have passed behind his eyes as he saw an answering look from both women. If there was someone that knew him, it was them. "Just stop Mark, we love you and that's enough for us, even if you do look like Quasimodo having a bad hair day," Vanessa tapping into a running joke. "But boy do we like to hump, I mean your hump," Amy giggled. "Quasi has his standards too, you know," Mark sniffed, "but I suppose you two homely looking things will do in a pinch." All three had settled back into the friendly confines of their personal world. The three friend's lives were so intermingled that it was hard to tell where one puzzle started or stopped. As they walked out the door, both ladies stopped and looked at Mark. Waiting at the door was the big Lincoln Jack had given him the keys to earlier. The car held a few surprises; the first was the armor plating and the bullet proof glass, the second was the run flat tires, and the third was a box of goodies in the trunk. Jack had meant what he said about keeping his "family" safe, and he had called in a few favors. The box held enough weapons to outfit the group a couple of times each. The ladies each got a small frame 9mm for their purses, their familiarity developed after years on the gun range evident. Mark took the slightly larger 10mm and slid it into a shoulder holster, the .45 went in a holster at his hip. There were still two long guns and a shotgun for use in the house. When he passed out the pistols, Mark was pleased that Vanessa and Amy both accepted the situation for what it was, not what they wished it could be. Once the hardware was stowed, Mark held the front door for the ladies, Vanessa sliding in to sit in the middle, and Amy slipping in next to her. Just before he closed the door, Mark leaned down, gave Amy a soft kiss, and kissed Vanessa when he slid behind the wheel. Pulling out of the driveway, Mark saw the dark Ford slip out and settle in behind them, two large men inside. "Don't give anyone the keys, have the security guys take them," Jack had said. They were going to see a couple of business partners of the Thompson's tonight. Mark had been a silent partner with Brad since he was nineteen. The big man had taken Mark in as family, and didn't let Tanya breaking it off affect his decision. If the truth were told, it probably helped make up his mind; Mark treated Tanya better than anyone ever had, and they managed to stay friends after the "breakup". Once the big car was eating up the miles in front of them, Mark set the cruise control. Sliding his arm around Vanessa, he held Amy's hand as he pressed his leg against the bare thigh of his wife. Sighing, he thought that he could get used to traveling like this, as Vanessa settled in beside him and looked at her rings with a contented sigh of her own. Mark was just swinging the big car onto the driveway and noticed that something was wrong. None of the valets were ones he recognized, and the two that were there were uncomfortable and looking expectantly at the entrance of the parking lot. Operating by instinct, Mark flipped the phone to Amy and pulled the girls down. Mark accelerated past the entrance. "Speed dial 2 baby." He heard Amy telling the driver behind them what Mark had said and saw their escort pull in behind them. Taking the phone from Amy, he filled them in on why he went on, relieved to know that there were two people subdued outside and another two inside. "Mark, this is Adam. We've got another car with us and as soon as he slides in front, we're going to haul ass home. Pass along my apologies to the ladies but Jack will have our asses if we let anything happen to you. There he is now, just tuck in between us and if something happens take that tank you're driving back to the house." Adam was the only name Mark had to put to the voice. "Absolutely, if I had thought this through, we would have waited," Mark said as relief flooded both girls' faces. "Just let them know we are on our way back, and thanks," he said as he hung up and accelerated back out of town. "Are you ok?" Mark asked when he had a second to look at Amy and Vanessa. Vanessa was a little pale and her hands were shaking, and Amy was a little jittery, but both said they were fine. Neither thought it was silly for their vehicles to stay in the garage any longer. Each had also decided that it would be a cold day in hell if Mark left in anything other than the car they were riding in. Mark had settled into a brooding rage that grew as they got closer to home. Some asshole was going to try to hurt the ladies. It didn't matter that they hadn't, just that the intent was there. It also meant that there was someone who worked for Brad that had alerted the scumbags that the trio was expected and when. Vanessa was the first to notice Mark and turned a worried frown to Amy, who saw the white knuckled grip he had on the steering wheel. "Are you ok, sweetheart?" she asked. "Sure, why?" Mark lied. "Excuse me?" Vanessa said, her eyes flashing as he looked at her. "Sorry, it's just that they were there to hurt the two people that I love and it pisses me off. I should have snapped that needledick's neck when I had the chance." Mark stopped and took a breath, calming down. Both ladies were just looking at him. He felt his cheeks coloring as he replayed the tirade in his mind. He was just getting ready to apologize again when Vanessa started. "Baby, we're both big girl's and can handle the truth. So please tell us what's wrong if there's really something bothering you. Ok?" She finished running her fingers along his jaw line. He glanced at each of them, seeing only love and support in their eyes; any of the fear he thought might creep in was missing. "We don't have to let them trash our night though," Amy started, "we can do it at home, just don't think you're getting out of taking us out." The phone rang just as they passed the cruiser at the entrance to the property. "Everything's good at the house Mark. Just pull around back and we'll park it for you." "Sounds good. Just so you know, you might want to talk to Brad about new employees. I'll give you a list of our other investments in the morning, too." Mark finished and hung up, pulling up to the back door. Drawing the .45, Mark popped the trunk and got out, closing the locked door behind him. Once he had the shotgun in hand, he racked a shell into the chamber and was holstering the pistol, when a person came around the corner. Seeing Mark and the weapon, he stopped and showed his hands. "Easy Mark. I'm just coming to park the car." Reaching into a pocket with two fingers, he pulled his ID out and threw it to Mark. Standing with his hands out, he waited until the weapon was lowered before continuing. "I'll have a list of people that you'll have contact with in your hands in the morning, now let's get you inside." Mark shook hands with the head of the security detail and waited to get the ladies until the trunk was empty. He wasn't sure what to expect from Amy and Vanessa, but he swelled with pride when they got out. Each had drawn their weapons and was looking at the newcomer with protective glares as they came up to stand next to Mark. He couldn't help but smile as the other man tried to wrap his head around the two beauties that had just sidled up to Mark. Mark just smiled and ushered the ladies in, stopping when he saw Chief's glowing eyes looking at his people returning. Mark had just gotten the hardware and ammo into the house when he was pulled into a hug. First Amy then Vanessa, each squeezing until it was hard to breathe. "We need to talk Mark," Vanessa said and led the other two into the den. "Baby, if you do something like that again and get yourself shot, we're going to shoot you too." "Just remember what that ring means sweetheart. It means that the caring and protecting things go both ways, so yes, it's nice to know you'll protect us." Amy said. "It would also be nice for you to be around to love for a while too," she said, a tear running down her cheek. "I know, I didn't think about anything other than you two being safe. I'm not sure what I'd do if something happened to either one of you." Mark said looking at his hands. "Baby, that's the same way we feel about you. Please try not to let your hormones pull you into something like that again; we both know you're all man already," Vanessa said with a warm smile. Amy and Vanessa wrapped him in a double sided hug as the trio centered themselves after the excitement of the evening. It was into the peace that Amy spoke. "You two go enjoy yourselves; I'm going to start supper. Just don't wear him out you tart!" she said with laugh and a poked out tongue. When Amy saw the pair hesitate she chased them off with shooing motions. Amy was setting out what she would need as Mark slid in behind her. His lips were against her neck and bare shoulders, leaving a trail where he had nibbled as he went. He turned her around and let his lips travel with her ending with a circuit of her collar bones. Kissing her deeply, he hugged her tight, crushing her into his chest. "I just wanted you to know that I love you and I'm sorry." Mark said. "I love you, too, baby. Now get before I get yelled at," as she swatted his ass to get him moving. "Sorry, Vanessa, he's on his way back," she called after Mark. "It's ok Amy, love you," Vanessa called back laughingly. Mark walked in just as the two ladies finished their conversation and stopped as he saw his wife lying on the bed. Vanessa had her right foot on the mattress, the slit in her dress allowing her thigh to slip through. Her left foot was hanging off the side, her shoe dangling from her toes as she swung her foot in lazy circles. He had always loved her legs, and it was no secret that when she wore heels he thought they looked even better. Vanessa and Amy both knew what set Mark off and had picked the outfits just for that reason. It was too bad about the evening's plans changing, but they had talked when Mark got out of the car and decided it just cut down on the amount of foreplay. Amy volunteered to cook supper and Vanessa said she would clean up. Mark had the hard job. He had to satisfy two very horny ladies, the effects of the excitement just turned up the heat more. She loved the way Mark watched her and made sure that her dress showed off her smooth thighs, the top of the slit stopping just below her g-string. Vanessa could feel her pussy dripping, waiting on her husband to make her his again. Licking her lips and urging him closer with a finger, she smiled as he slid to his knees between her feet. He took her left foot and kissed the exposed parts that her shoe didn't cover, working his way to her ankle. Mark had just started up Vanessa's leg when he saw the way her panties had slipped between her swollen lips. Any thought of teasing flew out of his head and he grabbed both of her ankles and pushed them up and out. With her dress around her waist, Mark leaned down and traced the line of the string with his tongue drawing a shiver and moan from his sexy wife. Grabbing the thin material of her panties, he ripped them apart at the sides and used the material to floss her pussy. Pulling the useless garment through with his teeth, he tossed them and slid up between her spread legs to kiss Vanessa, her wetness on his lips. As she was licking her juices from his lips, Mark reached up and unfastened the catch at her neck and pulled the top of her dress down to expose her breasts. Leaning back for a second, Mark made sure he had Vanessa's attention and brought her rings to his lips. After leaning down to kiss the diamond nestled between her breasts he looked up into her eyes and kissed each nipple softly. "I'm so sorry baby. I should have trusted you and I didn't. Are you sure abo...," he stopped as her finger slid across his lips. "Mark, like I said before, if I tried to make Amy leave you would be miserable. I love you too much to watch you tear half your heart out. Now, hush and do me." "I love you Ness. More than I ever knew." Kissing his way down her throat, he was going to refresh the marks on her neck but got sidetracked by her nipples. As he nibbled his way down, Vanessa was trying to get his shirt and tie off and only managed to end up with a red faced husband. She hadn't thought about the cuffs or the collar button as she pulled and ended up trying to hang Mark. "Yikes ye vile wench, are ye trying to hang me? Arrgh, I should make you walk me plank, I mean the plank," Mark said in his best pirate voice before breaking down into a laughing heap taking Vanessa along for the trip. "No baby, you're already hung," she whispered in his ear after they had stopped. "Oh, flattery will get you everywhere, me darlin'." Shedding the rest of his clothes before they could be used against him, Mark helped Vanessa out of her dress. He took a long second to look at the beauty in front of him, drinking her in with his eyes. Her nipples were standing up, and he could see that her clit had already shed its hood. As Mark leaned in and pulled her nipple into his mouth, he slid a finger across her clit, making her thrust her hips up trying to get more friction against it. Sliding his hand between her clenched thighs, he hooked two fingers inside her as he rubbed his palm in circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Fuck, Mark. Yes, baby, just like that. Rub your pussy. Oh shit, I'm close. Bite my nipples baby. Yessssss!" Vanessa started low and finished in a range only Chief would hear as she felt her pussy explode and had to pull Mark's hand from between her legs with both hands. Bringing his hand to her mouth, she cleaned each finger like it was a miniature cock, smiling as she heard the soft moans as he watched. Once she calmed down, she lifted her right foot and hooked it behind his neck and pulled his face into her aching pussy, letting out a relieved sigh when she felt his tongue. Mark smiled when he looked up and saw Vanessa's eyes pop open when he did a touch-and-go on her clit, zipping by to run his teeth up her thigh. "Mark, you fucking tease, eat me dammit! Yes, baby, just like that, no you fucker, get back over here!" Vanessa was making sure the security detail across the field could hear as Mark started leaving bite marks on her inner thighs. Taking pity on her and factoring in the way she was pulling him by his ears, Mark spread her swollen lips and slid his tongue into Vanessa, his nose pressing into her clit. Her reaction was muffled by her thighs as she trapped his head between them. Flattening his tongue, he licked across the mouth of her pussy and pressed it against her clit, groaning as he felt her start grinding against it. Rolling over and taking her with him, he grabbed her ass and helped her use his tongue. All he did was hold her upright as she worked her clit and pussy against his face, her hands torturing her nipples. "Mark, you eat me so fucking good. Oh shit yes. Fuck, I'm cumming, EAT ME BABY!" Vanessa finished with a full throated scream followed closely by tears as she crumpled to the side. Mark slid up beside his sobbing wife, stopping to wipe his face on the sheet, and held her close. "Shh, what's wrong baby?" "I didn't think I would ever feel that again," she said between sobs. "I missed you so much and then those assholes were talking about what they were going to do and it felt like they were stabbing me in the heart. Thank you for loving me sweetheart." Rolling on top of Vanessa, he slid his cock into her, the slick tightness gripping his cock. Sliding his hands under her shoulders, he kissed her as he started stroking into her, feeling her wrap her legs around him to urge him deeper. Mark pulled her to the edge of the bed and stood between her legs, rolling his hips and swirling the head as he started picking up the rhythm of his thrusts. Vanessa felt the head of Mark's cock rubbing against all of her most sensitive spots and grabbed both legs behind her knees and pulled them back, opening her to the pounding he was giving her. She could feel his balls hitting her ass as he slammed into her, filling her each stroke, bringing her to the edge of another orgasm. "Fuck me, baby. Pound your cunt Mark. Use me sweetheart. Oh shit, I'm cumming again, please cum with me. Shit yes!" Vanessa finished as she felt him filling her pussy for the first time as the recently "re-married" Mrs. Thompson. Mark watched his wife as he fucked her, her tits bouncing and the lips of her pussy glistening as they dragged along his cock. He reached up and grabbed her nipples pulling them in time with his thrusts, turning the heat up more, and felt her start squeezing. When he heard her asking him to cum with her, he felt his balls tighten and filled her. The couple was just catching their breath when Amy knocked at the door, peeking in. "Supper is almost ready you two, and from the sound of it, none too soon," Amy said with a grin. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 07 Seeing Amy still in her dress, albeit barefoot, made Mark think about the dress code for supper. "Have we got time to rinse off, beautiful?" "Yep, I figured if I told you early, you MIGHT make it on time for once," Amy replied with a wink and left them to clean up. Getting to his feet, Mark pulled Vanessa into a hug. "I love you, Mrs. Thompson." "I love you, too, Mr. Thompson. Now let's get cleaned up, I'm starved and you haven't fed me yet," she finished with a sexy wink and turned to get in the shower. Knowing they had to hurry a bit, Vanessa settled for rubbing her soapy body against her husband. She couldn't believe how their life together over the past ten years had gotten better, each becoming best friends as well as spouses. When she came back to herself, Mark was looking at her with a grin. "See, test pattern land ain't so bad now is it?" he asked with a laugh. "It wasn't test pattern land smart ass, it was warm fuzzy land and I was thinking about how much more I love you now than ten years ago," Vanessa finished with a superior sounding sniff. "So you weren't even thinking about farts, burps or anything like that? Here I thought you had made some progress, but I guess not," he said with a theatrical sigh. "But just so you know, I love you even more, too." Mark slid his arms around his soapy wife and held her close enjoying the skin-on-skin contact. He had to agree with Vanessa, not only did he love her more now than he ever had, he had never felt the sexual attraction fall off. There were the old married guys on the boat that spent most of their time looking around, having lost the spark at the house. Mark slid back to the present and a slightly amused look on his wife's face. "No, it wasn't farts or burps, it was you. You've gotta promise you won't let that out though, it will ruin my reputation," Mark finished with a smile as he drew her against him for a hug and a kiss. Amy was just finishing setting the table as Mark and Vanessa came out. Mark was back in his suit and Vanessa was in her dress, and her hair was pulled back. Her makeup was gone, but Mark thought she was beautiful anyway. Amy had let her hair fall around her shoulders and had washed her face as well. Mark stopped and treated himself to slow trips up each feminine form, and was surprised anew at how beautiful they were. He shook himself and took a deep breath, and then went to seat his missing pieces at the table. The conversation inevitably centered on the quick trip into town and the even quicker trip back. There was a bit of a disagreement over driving arrangements until Mark promised that he would take the Lincoln. He figured if it made them feel better he could forego his babies for a few days. He really didn't mind too much as he didn't have a desire to come down with a bad case of lead poisoning. Mark had a mental list of things he needed to do and added things as the conversation wound through the meal. Most would go through Adam, a few through Scott and a few others could be done with phone calls in the morning. Only one of the items was a surprise. He slid back into the conversation as the girls shared a glance knowing he had been chasing the proverbial butterfly again. "Anything important sweetheart?" Amy asked. "Well, I guess so. We need to get some range time if we are going to be armed and I thought Adam and Jack could set that up. Also, I think I'll see about making that Lincoln a permanent addition to the car pool, as it were. The other thing that was going through my mind was the need to add some space here. I was thinking about adding a dining room, a master suite and expanding the kitchen. If we are all going to be here I want to have as few extra irritants as possible." Mark paused and looked up to see surprise on their faces. "Yes, there are times when I actually do think when the vacant sign is lit," he finished and poked his tongue out. "Baby, interesting that you should bring up an addition; Amy and I were talking earlier and had a couple of ideas too. We think we need a playroom. And you need to add a nursery to your list too," Vanessa said as she watched him adding the rooms to the mental plans. "Playroom? What kind of playroom? Ohhh..." That's when the nursery comment decided to slap his brain. Glancing up wide eyed, a big grin lit up his face. Now that he was closer to getting out he could allow himself to think about kids. "Umm, how big does the nursery need to be?" "Unless we both have twins, big enough for two would be fine sweetheart," Amy said watching him for a reaction. Mark was still sleep lagged and a bit slow on the uptake and his eyes showed the slow reaction times. "Both...twins?" was all he could push out as he really heard what Amy had said. "Yes, baby, both yes, twins maybe," Vanessa laughed when she heard how she sounded and decided she had tapped into her inner cavewoman. "You, too, beautiful? Are you sure?" Mark asked Amy. Vanessa made sense, but he hadn't thought any farther than the end of his dick until they had sat down at the table. "Yes, Mark, me too. We both think you will make a great dad," Amy said. Mark looked at each lady seeing the calm certainty in their eyes, and felt his grin slide back on his face. He almost pinched himself to make sure he was really awake but settled for holding his hands out to Amy and Vanessa, each lacing their fingers with his. "I'll get Doug started on the plans in the morning then, although we might have to stay at "Jack's" once the heavy construction starts," Mark said. "What time frame did you have in mind?" "Well, we aren't getting any younger, but it seems like we need to make sure that Chad and his herd of hyenas are out of the way first," Amy answered getting a confirming nod from Vanessa. "Plus, it will take a while after we come off the pill to be able to get pregnant." "For the time being, I would really feel better if you two didn't go out alone," Mark held up a finger to head off the arguments. "What would you have done if you had pulled up outside of Brad's place alone?" Neither of them was putting up any fight, quite the opposite as they were both wearing smiles as they sat looking at him. "We couldn't agree more sweetheart," Amy said with that grin. "Just make sure you take someone with you too." Mark saw the trap but wasn't going to push the issue. "Promise Mark, and no trying to weasel around it," Vanessa said as he was looking at one then the other of them. "Ok, I promise. If it will make you two feel better I'll take everybody and Chief too." The trio slid back into small talk and a bit of normalcy, having spent countless meals over the years together sitting in the same spots. Mark found his eyes drawn to the opening in Vanessa's dress and the glimpse of the inner curve of each breast it offered. As he felt his cock stirring, he turned to look at the way Amy's breasts were supported and displayed. When he looked up and knew he had been caught, he just shrugged and smiled. "Alright now, you two go on and let me get this cleaned up," Vanessa said as she stood up and pulled Mark and Amy into a hug. Amy slipped her arm around Mark's waist and after a small wave to Vanessa, led him to the bedroom. Mark leaned against the door and watched as Amy walked further into the room. His eyes slid over her legs and settled on her ass; her heels and the short dress accentuating her curves. Amy turned to Mark with a curious look on her face, having heard the sigh that meant something was on his mind. "What is it Mark?" "Will those be enough?" Mark said as he pointed to her rings. Amy followed his finger and looked at him as she hesitated, trying to figure out what he was asking. "Just knowing that you love me enough to give them to me is enough. And if you're asking if I need a ceremony, all I can say is that I haven't needed one since the day you beat Shane's ass. I can't help it if you're just a little slow sometimes," Amy finished with a smile. Mark took off his coat and tie and made sure the nefarious buttons were dealt with before pulling Amy down on the bed and into his arms. "Hey, beautiful," Mark said as he brought his lips to Amy's. "Hey, sweetheart," was all she had time to say before his lips were caressing hers. As she rolled on top of Mark, Amy straddled his waist, her thighs gripping his ribs, which allowed him the freedom to explore her body while they kissed. Chills followed his fingertips as they wandered across her shoulders and down to the zipper at her hip. Mark slid her zipper down and opened her dress like a present, folding the back open, allowing his fingers to explore further. He felt Amy smile when he moaned. All he felt was skin as he slid his hands down to cup her ass. "I figured they would just be in the way, so I just left them off. I hope that's ok," Amy finished with an evil giggle. "Oh, hell yes! Did you start out with them or were you going with the easy access option this evening?" "I went with the easy access option, sweetie. Think I'll have to do it more, too, at least if this is the reaction I get," she said as she ground against the growing bulge in Mark's pants. Amy pushed up and let Mark pull the dress from between them and sighed as she felt his hands settle over her nipples. Just as he started rolling them between his thumb and finger, she reached down and ripped his shirt open, buttons flying. Dragging her nails across his chest, she leaned down and nibbled her way past his ear on a path to his nipples. Mark tried to reach for her to reciprocate the attention only to be stopped with a playful swat. He settled for holding her hair so he could watch as she loved him with her mouth, her tongue caressing his stomach with feathery licks while she undid his belt. She had just pulled his pants past his hips when his cock flipped out and swatted her in the chin. "Watch what you're doing with that thing. You could put an eye out or something!" Amy said laughing, and picked up where she was before she was so rudely interrupted. Mark watched as she wrapped her hand around him, the diamond flashing as she started stroking him and teasing the head with her tongue. Amy saw where he was looking and smiled at him with her mouth full. Reaching down to cup her cheek, he pulled her up to his mouth drawing a whine from her, albeit a short-lived one as his tongue slid past her lips. "No fair," Amy pouted when they had come up for air. "You always get to play, oh shit that feels so good," she finished as he started rocking his hips, rubbing her clit with his erection. Shivering, Amy trapped his cock with her thighs as Mark used her wetness to slide effortlessly between them and gasped into his mouth when she felt his fingers spreading her open. Mark pressed the shaft of his cock against Amy's drooling pussy, the inflated head digging between the swollen lips on each stroke before coming to rest against the tight bud of her asshole. Using his fingers as the head passed the mouth of her pussy, he redirected it and slid smoothly into her. Groaning and using his hands on her hips to align his cock, he buried it and stopped as her cervix bumped against the head. "Oh fuck, maybe you don't get to have all the fun. Fuck me sweetheart!" as she jammed her hips down. Mark leaned forward and brought her lips to his as he stroked into her, never breaking eye contact, adding another element to their lovemaking. It felt like he was falling into the pools of her eyes, losing himself as he slid into her mental embrace. Amy had never considered the eyes as overly erotic but quickly revised her thinking as she felt Mark making love to her mind while loving her body. She was fighting a losing battle trying to wait for him and the effort flew out the window as he brought her rings to his lips. When she felt his lips caressing her finger she pushed down one last time and shoved him deep as she came. "Sweetheart, I'm cumming. Fuck me, oh shit that feels so good," all while staring into his eyes. Mark felt her walls gripping him as he kissed her fingers, the last of his control evaporating as she gasped and shuddered. He felt his balls tighten as he emptied himself into her, grunting with the effort of both cumming and trying to do so with his eyes open. "I love you beautiful," he said between gasps with his lips against hers. "I love you too sweetheart." Just as they caught their breath, Vanessa knocked and poked her head in with a smile. "Love you two, now get rinsed off. Dessert is ready." "I think I already had mine," Amy said with a grin, causing Vanessa to laugh and putting color in Mark's cheeks. Pulling him to his feet, Amy slid into his arms and nodded to the bed, all of the linens in a twisted mess in the floor. "That's why we need a playroom sweetie," and led him off to the shower. The smell of brownies filled the house as Mark and Amy walked into the den; a weakness for Mark and an aphrodisiac to the ladies. Both were wearing short robes that did more to emphasize their bodies than cover them; the sparring shorts he was wearing started showing the side effects of the robes. Just as he was considering the true power of brownies, the "bat phone" rang. "Mark," was all he said as he answered. "It's Adam. There's about twenty minutes before we've got company and we need to talk for a minute. Go ahead and let Chief out and get everyone dressed." "Anything to worry about?" Mark said looking at the ladies. "We don't think so, but I'll fill you all in when I get there. I'll see you in five minutes," and Mark heard the click as the Adam hung up. "Seems we're going to have company. Adam says they are about twenty minutes out and he will be here in five minutes." Mark stopped to gauge their reactions and only saw the same calm from earlier. "Go ahead and get dressed; jeans, boots and long sleeve shirts. I want to be able to move if we need to." They had just settled in the den when Chief stood up facing the door, his rumbling growl alerting them to a visitor. Mark grabbed the shotgun and stood next to the four legged security system. "Mark, its Adam. Unlock the door and hold Chief's collar." Adam yelled as he approached the door. Mark checked the chamber and flipped the safety off and unlocked the door, stepping back next to Chief. As Adam knocked and opened the door, Mark could feel the big dog tense even more. "Ladies. Mark. Chief. Mind if I sit? And you won't need that right now," nodding to the gun in Mark's hand. Mark clicked the safety on and put the gun on the table before he sat down between Amy and Vanessa on the couch. Both had the pistols he had given them earlier in their laps and were almost as tense as Chief. Adam allowed himself a small smile and a sigh of relief. He didn't need the ladies melting down now. Taking a breath he started laying out the situation, much as he would do any briefing. "This is what we know," Adam started. "We know that there are six of Chad's buddies on the way out. We don't know if Chad is with them though, it would be nice if he were. It would give us a chance to clean this up all at once." "Any questions so far?" Adam paused. Getting three shaking heads he went on. "Now, this is what I want you three, four, to do. Are all of the weapons ready Mark?" "All of them are loaded with one in the chamber." "Good. I want you to take the ladies and Chief into the bedroom, lock the door and if anyone comes in, shoot them. Take all of the guns, you take the shotgun and give the ladies the rifles. Don't come out until I call and don't do anything stupid. We've got more than enough assets to stomp on these cockroaches. I think that's it, unless you've got questions." Seeing none, Adam stood up and paused at the door, his hand on the knob. "I meant what I said," as he looked at Mark. "No heroes." "I promise. Plus these two will shoot me if I tried that anyway." Mark said as an attempt to lighten the mood. "Seriously though, I'm not going to do anything, and thank you," shaking Adam's hand as the big man left. Mark had Amy and Vanessa lay down in the walk-in closet, each armed with the rifles and a calm determination. He closed and locked the bedroom door, and put both pistols and the shotgun on the floor next to Chief. Taking the time to kiss the ladies, he took his place on the floor to wait. It was only a few minutes, but it felt like a week, until the phone rang. "Mark, its Adam. Our friends just pulled up. We've got people in the office and the spare bedroom, so sit tight. Once we get them in a safe spot, I'll give you a call. Anyone that comes through the door, do what you have to do to stay safe. Any questions?" Adam finished. "No, we'll see you when things are a little calmer. Thank you." Mark said and turned to the girls to tell them what was happening. "Turn the lasers on. One of you watch the window and the other the door with me." He saw a red dot settle on the door and turned to see one on the wall under the window; both remarkably steady given the circumstances. The sound of glass breaking in the kitchen pulled all of them fully back to the present; the sound of three safeties snapping off accompanying it. Mark was watching Chief. When he saw the big dog perk up and the fur go up on his back, he brought the shotgun to his shoulder. That's when they heard the equivalent of Little Big Horn erupt for their "friends". It started with a loud bang and ended with shouts of "on your faces". The whole thing took about ten seconds and that was ten too many for Mark as he started mentally adding to his list for morning. He was still going through the list when the phone rang. "Mark, its Adam. We got all of them, only ones we are missing now are Chad and the guy that was running everything while "We The People" were hosting his boss in jail. Are the girls ok?" Mark looked over his shoulder to see grim smiles overlaying the tense expressions. He couldn't really expect anything else given the circumstances; it's not every night you have to lie in the floor with a rifle in your own house. "We're all fine. Once this is all cleaned up, we need to talk. I don't think Vanessa needs to see those people tonight, so please do me a favor and call when they are outside," Mark said. "No problem. We can get her to ID them from pictures, although a couple will need to heal up a little. I think they must have tripped coming up the back stairs," Adam said, lightening Mark's mood. "Yeah, that first step's a bitch sometimes," Mark finished and hung up. Mark was just finishing updating the girls when the phone rang again. "Ok. Everyone is gone, let me get the guys back where they belong and we can have that talk. Give me five minutes and I'll be back, hang tight," and Adam was gone. Mark could hear Adam detailing the people for watches and sleep, followed by the sound of vehicles pulling away. True to his word, there was a light tap on the door. "Mark, its Adam." Turning to Amy and Vanessa he pointed to the rifles and then to the door as he put the shotgun on the bed and picked up the 10mm. Mark reached up and unlocked the door and backed away. "Come in." Adam pushed the door open and looked down to see two red lasers sitting on his chest. Keeping his hands out, he waited until he heard the safeties to drop them. "Let's talk," he said as he led the way to the kitchen. Mark saw the signs of a struggle in the den, but the only real damage was the broken glass and some frazzled nerves. "As far as we know we've got all but the last two," Adam repeated himself for the ladies. "We need you to verify who we've got in the morning," Adam said as he nodded to Vanessa. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 07 "I can do that. Anything else?" Vanessa answered and put her head on Mark's shoulder.. "Do you know anything about their habits or patterns?" "No. They would call when they had a new girl. They always blocked the caller ID and then they would show up with her. I'm sorry I can't be of more help," she finished with a sad note in her voice. Those girls had their whole lives in front of them until Chad and company infected them. "No problem. We'll get him. All that means is a little more time in "Camp Thompson" for you three," Adam said. "Now, what have you got for me?" "First, thanks for the help," Mark started. "Second, I think we need some range time and third, I need to see about some additions to the family transportation stable." "No problem, I think we "might" be able to get on a range or ten, and what do you have in mind?" Adam ticked off each point on his fingers. "I want the Lincoln and the number for the company that made it," Mark said. "Ok, I'll see what I can do. When do you want to head out?" Adam asked. "Why don't we say 10 or so, that way your guys can get some rest, too," Mark answered, looking at Amy and Vanessa to see the answering nods. "10 it is then, I'll see you in the morning. Remember to keep the phone on and make sure Chief stays in the room with you. Ummm, one last thing," Adam hesitated. "I'm going to need you to sleep in the same room until we get the last two cockroaches. If you need help moving stuff around I can get a couple of my people to help." "That's ok, we've already taken care of that, but thank you," Amy said as she slid over next to Mark as Vanessa snuggled up to his other side. All Mark could do was smile as he watched first confusion then understanding make its way across Adam's face. "Ok. Then I'll see you in the morning after I get things started. If you hear a mouse burp, I expect a call. Sleep well," Adam said as he headed for the door. Mark stood and walked to the door to let Adam out and shook hands. "Thank you for everything," Mark said and closed and locked the door. Turning to Amy and Vanessa, he offered each an arm, and, with the rather furry addition to the family, headed for bed. Mark thought he could get used to sleeping this way, a beautiful lady pressed against his front and back. Taking a deep breath, he smiled and fell asleep with Vanessa's light perfume lingering in his nose. ************ It had been a week since Tanya left him with her note and he had reverted to being a garage troll. He lost himself in working on the cars and closed off the outside world. "Amy, it's Vanessa, can I come over?" "Sure, anything important?" Amy asked, although she figured it had to do with Mark. "I'm not sure really. I'll be there in a few minutes, and thanks," Vanessa said as she hung up. Amy frowned when she hung up and started dialing Mark's house, but put the phone down and waited to see what Vanessa wanted. "Have you talked to Mark lately?" Vanessa asked. "Not for a few days, why?" "I haven't heard from him for a week and I just wondered if there's something wrong, or if I did something to make him mad," Vanessa coasted to a stop and stared at her hands. "Did he tell you about Tanya?" Amy asked. "Sure. I knew about her sleeping with him," Vanessa said. "He didn't tell you what happened last Thursday night?" Amy asked. "I haven't talked to him since that afternoon; he was supposed to call but never did." "Tanya left him a note and for all intents and purposes disappeared. I just figured he would stay in the garage for a day or two before coming back up for a breath," Amy said, and stopped to think. "What are you doing tomorrow?" "Nothing that I can't change," Vanessa said. "Good. Change it. Now let's see if I can pry him out from under the cars," Amy said as she dialed Mark's house. "Hello," Mark answered on the eighth ring. "Hey, sweetheart, whatcha doin'?" Amy asked and winked at Vanessa. "Just working on the cars, why?" "Just wondered. Isn't prom soon," she said as she nodded to Vanessa, seeing the understanding cross her face. "Oh shit, prom. I was taking Tanya, but now...," he paused and took a deep breath. "I figure I'll blow it off, what's the use?" Mark said, obviously still not taking Tanya's departure that well. "Mark, you're not going to skip prom," Amy said. "And where do you propose I find a date for tomorrow night?" "I'll be your date, just make sure you get here early enough for the dinner reservations." Amy thought she heard him make a noise as he remembered that he had reservations at Brad Hopkins' restaurant. "It will be fine baby, Brad will understand and you know he loves you like a son." "Is there any way I can talk you out of this, beautiful?" Mark said, as he tried to wiggle out of the rapidly closing trap. "Nope, just be here at six. Bye, sweetie." Amy hung up and turned to Vanessa. "You doing anything at six tomorrow?" asking with a laugh. "Are you sure Amy? I don't even know that he would want to go with me," Vanessa said in a nervous tone. "Why don't you stay here tonight, and we'll get you ready tomorrow. Just pack enough for the weekend," Amy said to the confused-looking brunette. Mark spent all of Friday morning running all over town. He had to do everything in four hours instead of four weeks. By the time 5:30 rolled around he had managed everything but the limo and the overnight bag was empty. He and Tanya were supposed to have spent the weekend in one of the suites at the resort on the beach. Shrugging that off, he headed to Amy's to pick up his date. He spotted the limo as he crested the hill and started laughing. He should have known Amy would think of the stuff he had let slip through the cracks. "Knock knock," Mark yelled as he let himself in. "Almost done," Amy called back. "Give me five minutes." "No problem," Mark answered and grabbed one of the magazines from the coffee table. Mark knew Amy's five minutes would be ten and settled in to wait. Glancing at his watch, he got up to finish with his collar and tie. He heard heels clicking on the floor and turned to see Vanessa walk in holding the pendant that he had given her as a birthday present. Her hair was pinned up with ringlets hanging at her ears, the effect framing her face. She was wearing a floor length, form-fitting black gown with a slit that hit her mid-thigh, the toes of her shoes peeking out as she stopped, feeling his stare. "Hi," was all she said as she turned to let Mark put the necklace in place. "Hi, yourself. You look gorgeous! Who's the lucky guy?" Mark asked as Vanessa turned to face him. Amy picked that time to make her entrance, still barefoot, wearing shorts and a tee shirt. She started grinning as she saw the pink starting on Mark's face. "You are, silly!" "Are you sure, Vanessa? You really don't have to do this if you've got something better to do," Mark said as he tried to let her off the hook. "Yes, Mark, I'm sure," she whispered, and slid into his arms to show she meant it. Amy played doting parent as she took pictures, and made sure all of the arrangements were taken care of. She pulled out the prom tickets and put them in Mark's jacket before hugging the couple and handing him two overnight bags on the way out. The limo was a gift from Brad, as was the champagne. The flowers were from Connie. As Mark and Vanessa got to the door, the driver came to hold it for them and tried to sneak a peek at Vanessa's legs. When he looked up into Mark's eyes, he decided that would be the last time, as Mark wasn't amused. The driver put the overnight bags in the trunk and soon they were on their way to Brad's place. Once Mark raised the privacy partition he turned to Vanessa and tried again. "Vanessa, I meant what I said earlier. You don't have to do this. If you want to go home, we can drop you off and you won't be wasting a Friday night." Vanessa took her time to reply, choosing her words carefully, "Mark, I meant what I said, too. I want to go, I'd want to go even if we were wearing shorts and eating hot dogs in the backyard." "Wow," was all Mark could manage. He had never been able to wrap his head around why Tanya and Vanessa wanted to be around him. Vanessa slid against him, making sure her thigh slipped through the slit of her dress, and put his hand on her knee. She kept her hands on his in the event he had a case of jitters. She had waited almost nine months to get his hand there and wasn't going to let him think it over. They had spent the time since his birthday learning how to be friends, and then learning how to really be friends. He was her best friend, even if he didn't know it yet. Vanessa felt Mark try to retrieve his hand and smiled as he looked at her. It was almost like he was expecting her to get upset; the fact that she had placed his hand there forgotten. Mark's cheeks heated when he figured out where his hand was, and he went along for the ride as his eyes went for a tour of the beautiful lady next to him. He started with the red polish on her toes and drank in the lines and curves that were Vanessa. When he made it to the matching polish on her fingernails, his eyes took the off ramp her hands offered, the sign above her wrists flashing "BREASTS AHEAD". His eyes settled on the smooth valley that disappeared down the front of her dress and slowly worked their way up her neck and to her amused eyes. Vanessa was surprised to see his reaction from just having a hand on her knee. They had spent countless nights snuggled under a blanket watching movies wearing far less. But if he was pink before, he was incandescent when his eyes finally made it to hers after his very thorough tour, and found her twinkling brown eyes waiting for him. Mark tried three times to say something and just ended up looking like a fish out of water. He was building up for another try when he heard her giggling. He saw her smile, and let himself relax a little. "I guess you caught me, huh?" was all he managed to get out before joining her in a laugh at his expense. "Just a little," she managed between giggles. "Would you believe that I couldn't help it," he asked. "It's ok, Mark. I was just playing, and I really don't mind," she said and pulled him down into a soft kiss. It was the first time they had shared a "serious" kiss since the morning after his birthday. It wasn't for lack of wanting on her part; it was Mark's desire not to hurt Tanya. Mark was still trying to work out his feelings about Tanya, and the kiss had kicked his emotional anthill open. "Vanessa," he said as he pulled away slightly. "I don't know what Amy told you, but I need to clear the air. Tanya left last Thursday and I haven't talked to her since. I don't want you to think that you're a rebound. You mean too much to me for that. I guess that's what I meant when I said you didn't have to go tonight, although I'm glad you are." "Thank you, but I knew you wouldn't do that, with me or anyone else without a Chevy emblem on their foreheads," Vanessa said with a smile. "And I really did mean what I said, if it means changing the oil with you I'll do it just to be close to you." Vanessa waited for her words to slip down through all of the barriers and saw his smile transform his face. That smile made her night without ever getting out of the limo. Mark finally paid attention to his surroundings and saw a box that looked like the one he had picked up earlier in the day. He pulled it to him and opened it, and started laughing again. Seeing the look on Vanessa's face, he pulled out the dozen red roses and the teddy bear that were identical to the ones sitting in Amy's living room. Inside were three extra items; a corsage, a boutonniere and a card. Hi sweetheart. Try to have fun tonight; you really do deserve to be happy. Give Vanessa a kiss and a hug for me. Amy Setting the card aside, he handed the roses and bear to Vanessa, and waited for her to put them down before passing along Amy's greeting. They had just settled back when Vanessa pulled out the other two flowers, both white rose buds, and handed the corsage to Mark so he could put it on her dress. "Where does this go?" Mark asked and felt his cheeks warm again as she pointed to her dress about an inch above her left breast. "Ok, but I don't want to stab you." "You won't. Now give me your hand," she said and slid his hand into the top of her dress, a sigh slipping out as she felt his fingers brush across her skin. "Now, just run the pin through the stem, and try not to stab yourself." "Easy for you to say. I've got a princess making it hard to remember my name and you've got a toad." "Stop that. If you must know, I've thought of you as my prince since your birthday when you put me to bed. Just so you know...I was awake. I don't think a toad would have kept his hands to himself." Mark rubbed her cheek with the back of his fingers and leaned in for another kiss. As he pulled away from her lips, he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Rrrrrrriiibbbbbiiiitttttt," was all he said before dissolving into a laughing puddle when he saw the change on her face. "Kiss me, you toad, no you fool, ummm, kiss me, you foolish toad," Vanessa said between giggles. Once they had calmed down a bit, Vanessa pointed to the champagne Brad had provided. Mark opened it and poured each a glass, and raised his in a toast. They had just taken a sip when the car pulled into the lot, dragging Mark back to Earth. He tensed as he thought about Tanya's father and the reception that was surely waiting, especially with him pulling up with Vanessa. Vanessa felt the change and guessed the reason. "Mark, Brad set up the limo for Amy. He's not mad at you." Vanessa was right. Brad smiled as the car pulled in and the door on the other side opened before anyone could get to it. True to form, Mark had gotten out and offered his hand to the stunning brunette that Tanya had told him about. One look at Vanessa, and he could see the "taken" look on her face; she was Mark's, and it was only a question of when he would figure it out. Brad met the couple as they came through the door and saw an apprehensive look cross Mark's face, but he only wished the couple the best. Each had been through enough and they had both earned a little happiness. "Good to see you again, Mark," Brad said with a handshake. "You, too, sir. Brad Hopkins, Vanessa Davis." Brad handed the couple off to the hostess and watched as they were led to the parlor. If you didn't know better, Mark looked like a thirty-something CEO and Vanessa his wife. Mark had brought Vanessa here a few times, but this was her first trip to the private section. He watched her face light up when she saw the rooms, and noticed her possessive expression when she saw Connie waiting at the door. Sending the hostess on, Mark stopped and turned his back to Connie giving Vanessa his full attention. He reached under her chin and tipped her head so she was looking at him before leaning in to place a soft kiss on her lips. "Just so you know, there's no one else I would rather be here with this evening or any other evening for that matter. Thank you," Mark said and finished with another soft kiss. Vanessa saw the way the beautiful redhead looked at Mark and felt like screaming and crying. She felt all of the walls trying to slam back into place, protecting her from getting hurt again. That was when he turned to her and kissed her. After she heard what he said and felt the tenderness of the second kiss, she was ashamed of herself. She knew him better than that. Connie saw the man that Mark had become and cussed silently. The beauty on his arm may not have been Brad's daughter, but she knew better than to try to get between them. The night of his birthday, there were no bonds to break, and it was all fun. This time, she could see the devotion on the brunette's face, and although Mark would never recognize it, the same look beamed from him. She saw him stop and say something to his date and then lean in to kiss her softly, sealing the arrangement in her mind. Mark slid his arm around Vanessa's waist and together they finished the trip to the door. She had never really seen Mark in "stealth mode" before. There had never been a time when they had to hide from each other, and she had gotten used to "her" Mark. The stealth Mark was in full force drawing Connie out, putting her at ease and pulling laughs from her. Sitting on the loveseat together, Mark and Vanessa waited until Connie left to get the drinks to continue their conversation. Vanessa had dropped her chin trying to avoid his eyes, but Mark had no intention of letting something small trash their night. He found himself with a finger under her chin again and was filled with a fresh sense of peace when the connection was renewed as their eyes met. "I'm sorry, Mark. I'm just scared I guess." "Scared?" "There's always been a buffer in place with Tanya around, and I could pretend that I wasn't feeling what I felt. I'm petrified that now you'll really see me and not like what you find," she trailed off. "Well, now you know how I've felt since I first laid eyes on you. Somewhere in the back of my mind there's a voice that does nothing but remind me that you're going to find a reason to walk away. I spent the first few months expecting to never see you again whenever you would leave, and then the last six months counting the minutes until you were coming back. If you were late, I was a wreck until you came through the door." Mark paused, trying to think of the way to say what he wanted to say, butterflies the size of 747's were stacked in his stomach like an O'Hare holding pattern at Thanksgiving. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love you," pulling his eyes away, waiting for her to react. It was her turn to drag his eyes up, and saw the raw landscape he had left exposed. She took a deep breath before she started. "That's the way I felt every time I knew Tanya was at the house. It felt like something was eating my heart, and then I felt bad for feeling that way. It felt like I was just being a spoiled little girl, but I couldn't walk away. The nights we spent doing nothing were the best nights I ever remember having and the nights that we fell asleep together were even better. I guess that's just a long-winded way of saying that... I love you too." Vanessa watched his face as he heard what she said and saw his face light up, her emotions soaring with his. Mark had just slid her into his lap for the kiss that he wanted to give her when Connie walked in. Even if he had seen her, he wouldn't have stopped, as he did his best to show Vanessa how much she meant to him. Connie stopped just inside the door and turned into an unintended eavesdropper as she heard the end of the conversation. She considered walking out and knocking, but she didn't want to interrupt the couple, so she did her best to leave the drinks without disturbing them. When she pulled the door closed, she figured that she could have led a marching band through the room and not made an impression. Brad had given her the prom schedule Amy had passed along and made a mental note to keep them on time. Connie gave the lovebirds a few more minutes before knocking on the door to announce her presence. Neither looked like they had moved, the location of their glasses the only indication they had. She had walked in on quite a few scenarios, but never one like this. Mark was sitting with his chin on Vanessa's head as she leaned against his chest and both were wearing peaceful smiles. "Hey, you two, sorry to bother you but you need to order so you aren't late," her smile echoing the other two. The last time Mark was in this room had more raw energy but this time matched it in intensity. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 07 After Connie left, Mark was once again pulled to the "dance floor", but this time he didn't complain. He figured that he would walk across coals if Vanessa wanted him to, and he was still happily there with her when Connie came back in with their meals. Mark spent more time staring into Vanessa's eyes than he did eating. It seemed as if they had just sat down when Connie's soft tap brought him back to Earth. He replayed Vanessa telling him that she loved him in his mind, and felt his cheeks getting sore from the goofy grin that was plastered across his face. "The car will be here in ten minutes," Connie said from the door. "Ok, and thank you," Mark said and reached for his wallet. "Brad picked up the tab and he said he wanted to talk to you before you leave, I'll go get him," Connie said and turned to leave. "Connie, please take this," Mark said and stood and tucked a folded bill into her pocket. "Thank you for everything." "You're welcome. You two make a stunning couple by the way," and turned to get Brad. Brad got to know Mark quite well over the nine months he and Tanya had dated and the young man impressed him. Mark had spent a number of nights in Brad's study, having adopted the big man as the father figure that he never had. Brad in turn adopted Mark as the son he never had and received just as much from the arrangement. It was the doting father that looked in on the young couple, proud of the man that Mark had become. He knew he was supposed to feel some animosity because of Tanya, but he couldn't find it in him. Deep down he had always known that his daughter wasn't strong enough to deal with the chasms that had been carved into Mark's core. Mark saw Brad and stood, glad that he still seemed to be on good terms with Tanya's father. As he came in, Mark reached for his wallet again only to be waved off. "Thank you again, sir," Mark said and held his hand out to shake hands. Brad just shook his head and gave him a hug. "When everything settles after graduation, do me a favor and bring Vanessa over to the house for supper. Angie would love to meet her, and I've got a few things I'd like to talk to you about." Mark looked at Vanessa, seeing the look that said she was fine with it. "Sure, as long as you think it's ok." "It is. Anyway, I won't take any more of your time. It was nice to meet you, Vanessa, please take good care of him." "Yes, sir, I'll do my best. And thank you for everything," Vanessa said. Connie popped back in just as Brad left to tell them goodbye and that the car was waiting. Mark and Vanessa walked out to the same limo, but a different driver. Brad had noticed the way Frank watched Vanessa and swapped Denise in. He figured that there was no reason to tempt fate by triggering Mark's protective streak. Mark waited for Vanessa to slide across the seat and climbed in next to her. He held out his arms and she settled into them like they had been made to hold her. He let out a happy sigh as the car slipped into traffic. Turning her head, she kissed his cheek and then brought his lips to hers with a touch of her fingers. She felt his hand on her hip and willed him to move it to her leg. When the "force" didn't work, she settled for grabbing his hand and putting it on her thigh. Mark had just started inching his way higher when the country club entrance slid by, drawing a frustrated growl from Vanessa. She hadn't dated anyone since Mark's birthday, deciding that she wasn't going to waste her chance with him by getting involved with someone who just had one thing in mind. Pulling back from the kiss as they stopped, Vanessa whispered "I love you" and kissed his ear, drawing a shiver from him. "I love you too, Ness," Mark said and placed a soft kiss on her neck, pulling an answering moan from deep inside her. "We better get out, sweetie, otherwise I'm going to rip that tux off of you and have you for dessert," Vanessa said. "Ummm, is there a downside to that?" Mark asked. "I promised Amy that we would go to prom. If it helps any, just think of it as foreplay with a bunch of people around," Vanessa said in a sexy voice. Mark waited until Vanessa had straightened everything to her satisfaction and popped the door open. The door swung back and Mark jumped; he had forgotten they had a driver and laughed. After Vanessa was on his arm, Mark looked up to see a whirlwind of activity. They had pulled up just as everyone else was arriving; the looks directed at the limo and the stunning lady with him were priceless. "Do you need anything, Denise?" Mark asked the driver. "Do we need to call you when we're ready to leave? "No sir, I'm fine and no again. I'll be right over there when you're ready to leave. Actually, Brad has assigned me to you and your lady for the weekend. Now, go have some fun," Denise finished with a grin. "Thank you. I'll see if I can get you some coffee or something," Mark said, as if he never heard the other part she said. Vanessa watched the way Mark was talking to Denise and the change in the way she acted. It was clear that the driver expected a typical eighteen year old brat only to encounter the courteous thirty year old inhabiting his body. There was also the little whirlpool of curiosity that their arrival spawned. People are drawn to big cars as a rule and for something as tight-knit as a high school prom, they might as well be bugs heading toward a bright light. Vanessa drew the initial wave of eyes that shifted to the man next to her. It wasn't until he turned from talking to Denise that the crowd recognized him, although he gave no indication of seeing anyone but his lady. In anyone other than Mark, all of the attention would have had them strutting and preening. Mark was courteous to those he knew, but it was clear that his attention was fully focused on Vanessa, even with the hugs from the cheerleaders. The only break in his behavior came when they made it inside and saw Angie Hopkins. Mark was dreading seeing Tanya's mom, even if Brad was okay with things. He had been rehearsing what he was going to say and thought he was ready until he felt the tap on his shoulder. Turning, he saw Angie glance at Vanessa before looking up at him, tears filling her green eyes. "Mrs. Hopkins, I'm sorry abou...," Mark stopped as she grabbed him and Vanessa in a hug. "I've told you to call me Angie at least a hundred times Mark. You must be Vanessa," Angie said and hugged the brunette warmly. "I'm so proud of you Mark, and even though I could wish for more personally, this is the happiest I've ever seen you." "Please take good care of him," Angie finished as she dabbed a tear as she turned away. Mark slipped into a momentary fog. He had never expected this reception from Brad and Angie, and it confused him. He didn't know that they had "adopted" him just as fully as Maggie had. Mark was still trying to readjust his perceptions when he felt a soft touch on his cheek. Vanessa's deep brown eyes came back into focus. "Hi there, are you back?" Vanessa asked. She was used to the "side trips" that Mark took when he was trying to figure something out. "Sorry, cutie, I just didn't expect that." "It's ok. Now that you're past it, promise me you'll try to have fun." "Deal. Wait, are you sure? You didn't mention dancing," Mark trailed off as his date pulled him into the throng of dancing people. "Don't worry about them Mark. I think you're a great dancer. Now, come on," Vanessa said as she felt him loosen up. They had only been on the floor a few minutes before the music slowed and soon found the floor relatively deserted as the less serious couples sat out the intimate interlude. Vanessa slid into his arms and molded her body against his as they lost themselves in the embrace and each other's eyes. Mark didn't notice it, but little by little he and Vanessa were becoming the solitary occupants on the dance floor. Every person in the building knew what had happened to Mark's mom their freshman year, and they let him have this moment. Just as the song finished, he leaned down and softly kissed Vanessa. A sniffing sound followed by a chorus of others alerted him to the lack of company on the floor. He was just looking up when Angie pulled him into another hug, her tears wetting the front of his jacket. Mark looked over her head and saw the senior class surrounding the dance floor, more than a few of them drying tears. Terry Collins, the hulk of an offensive lineman didn't bother drying his as they flowed freely down his cheeks. As Angie led Mark and Vanessa from the floor, a round of applause started that built until it sounded like a pep rally. The emotions of the moment finally caught up with Mark, and he felt his own tears start to flow. When he glanced down at Vanessa and saw the wet tracks on her cheeks, his world dissolved into a watery maze. He just followed where Vanessa led him as they went through a set of doors. Mark felt hands pressing him into a seat, and then felt Vanessa in his lap, pulling his head against her chest. He smelled her perfume and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I love you, Ness, please don't leave me." "I love you too, baby, and I'm not going anywhere," she answered. "I meant ever," Mark said. "I did too," Vanessa said and let her tears mix with his. ************* Mark jumped. When he looked at Chief, the big dog raised his head and looked back. It was almost like he was saying, "would you let me sleep? I'll let you know if something is up." Checking that the phone was still on, he rolled back over as Vanessa and Amy shifted with him and slid back into what was passing for sleep. ************* Eventually, Mark wound down enough to take notice of where they were. He had heard about this place, but had never been in the ladies restroom before. He wasn't sure why a couch was needed in the bathroom. But, that is where he and Vanessa had landed, Angie standing guard at the door. "Hey, gorgeous," Mark said softly. "Hey there yourself, handsome," Vanessa answered and laughed as Mark started looking around. "Yes, you, doofus. Now kiss me, my frog prince." Once he had washed his face, Mark went out to let Vanessa fix her makeup, almost running over Angie. "They wanted to do more," she said. When Mark gave her a confused look, Angie explained. "They wanted to do a lot more than what happened on the dance floor. I never thought the football team had so many softies, but I was wrong. Amy had to come down to the school and talk them out of doing a tribute. You really made an impression on those kids, even the ones you just passed in the hallways," Angie said with a smile. Vanessa slid back up to his side while Angie was talking, feeling his arm take its place around her waist, as she laid her head against his chest. "Please, promise that you will stay in touch," Angie said. "He will, Mrs. Hopkins," Vanessa said with a smile. Once she was satisfied that Mark and Vanessa were ok, she gave them another hug and went to fix her face as she put it. "I meant what I said Vanessa," Mark said as he wrapped her in his arms. "I did too. There's no place I would rather be." The rest of the evening was filled with handshakes and hugs, leaving Mark an emotional wreck as each one of the well-wishers reopened more of the wound. At one point, they made the promised trip to take Denise some coffee, taking a timeout from the constant barrage of emotional sandpaper. Once the flow of people stopped, Mark relaxed and actually enjoyed the time spent with his classmates. The fact that Vanessa was with him didn't hurt though. After they found Angie for one last hug, Mark and Vanessa were walking out. Mark stopped. "What's wrong, Mark?" "Umm, well, we've got reservations...," Mark stopped. "At the beach," Vanessa finished for him. "After all this time, you think I'm just going to go home when I can spend the whole weekend with you? Oh no, Mr. Thompson, you aren't getting away from me again." Vanessa smiled and pulled him down for another kiss. Mark was floating and hadn't been able to fully adjust to the change in his relationship with Vanessa. It baffled him that she would want to be with him. "As long as you're sure," he said and shook his head. "I'm one hundred percent sure baby. There is no one that I want to be with other than you. Now, let's go. I've got a few things I can't wait to model for you" Denise saw Mark and Vanessa coming through the door and then stop. She waited to get out, giving them some privacy. Brad said Mark was different, and he was right. She had never had anyone worry if she needed anything before, and he treated the lucky girl with him better than any she had seen. She had known a Lisa Simms in high school and made a mental note to check with Brad about it on Monday. Mark and Vanessa started toward the car the second time when Denise came around to get the door. "What's wrong, baby?" Vanessa asked. "Nothing. Well, I can't seem to get used to this driver thingy. Tell you what, Denise, this weekend I'll take door duty," Mark said as both of the ladies laughed. "Brad wouldn...," Denise started. "Brad will be ok with it, I promise. Plus, it will make me feel better," Mark said as he walked her back around the car to the driver's door and held it for her. Mark walked around the car and let his eyes drink in Vanessa's beauty like he was seeing her for the first time. He held the door for her and slid in next to her, stealing a kiss as he settled in. Denise waited until Mark had got in and finished his kiss. "Are we still heading to the beach?" Mark glanced at Vanessa before answering. "Yes, ma'am. I think we are," he said with a grin. "Off we go then," she said and raised the partition. Vanessa turned toward Mark and let the slit of her dress expose her legs all the way to her upper thighs and drew him in for a kiss. This time she didn't have to help with his hands and moaned as she felt his fingers tracing circles on her inner thigh. "Please, Mark, don't tease me baby," Vanessa panted. "I'm not, Ness, but I'm not going to have the first time I make love to you happen in a car." Mark smiled when he saw her pout form. "I didn't say I would leave you hanging either though, did I?" Slipping to his knees, Mark kissed his way up each leg as Vanessa slid down in the seat to give him more room. Mark ran his hands up around her hips to pull her panties down and only felt Vanessa's curves. "You think I wanted anything to get in your way?" Vanessa asked as she pulled the waist of her dress up and spread her legs. Mark took a deep breath, her scent mixed with her perfume making him rethink his pledge to wait for a bed. She had trimmed her pubic hair short allowing him to see her swollen lips and erect clit, both begging for his attention. Vanessa slid her legs over his shoulders and pulled his face against her pussy, sighing when she felt his tongue slipping into her. The two other guys that made it this far hadn't cared whether they satisfied her or not and just went down on her hoping she would reciprocate. There would be a lot of firsts this evening, and Mark was getting close to scratching the first item off of her long list. As she felt his thumbs spread her open, she could feel her pussy twitching and grabbing, begging for something to hold on to. Vanessa had forgotten the car and Denise, her focus solely on the pleasure the man that held her heart was giving her. When she felt Mark suck her clit past his teeth, she felt the bottom drop out of her world and screamed. "Oh fuck, yes, baby. Eat me, sweetheart. Eat your pussy. I love you Mark!" Mark pressed his face deeper into her pussy as Vanessa clamped her thighs around his ears. He realized that even if the night stopped now it would be enough for him. He felt her squirming trying to get away from his tongue as he wrung another orgasm from her. "I love you, too, Vanessa," Mark said as he looked up from between her legs. Denise smiled as she heard the pretty brunette melting down and resisted the urge to drop the partition and watch. The sounds bleeding past the soundproofing were enough to make concentrating on the road difficult. Once she was sure she wouldn't be interrupting things, she keyed the intercom and gave the young lovers a five minute warning. "Yes, ma'am," came the laughing reply. Mark tried to clean up the mess he had made on Vanessa's thighs with his mouth, but that proved impossible with the death grip she had on his ears. Once he found the sink and some towels, he took care of the housekeeping the mundane way. He had just pulled Vanessa into his lap for a kiss as the limo came to a stop at the hotel. Running his hands through his hair and checking that Vanessa was presentable; Mark opened the door and helped Vanessa out of the car. After a quick kiss, he went around and startled Denise by opening her door and holding out a hand for her to take. Walking back around the car where Vanessa watched with a contented smile, Mark shocked Denise again. "Did I hear you correctly when you said that Brad assigned you to us for the weekend?" Mark asked. "Yes, sir...," Denise started only to be interrupted by a laughing Mark. "Denise, please call me Mark, especially if you're stuck with us for the weekend." "Ok, yes Mark, he told me that I was your driver until Sunday night when I drop you at your place." "Where are you staying?" Mark asked. "I'll find a place somewhere close," Denise said as she pulled out the keys to Mark's room and handed them to the surprising young man. "Hold that thought," Mark said as he held up a finger and walked in the lobby. He came back a couple of minutes later and handed her a room key. "I can't let you do that Mark," Denise said as she figured out what he had done. "Yes, you can, and, please, it's the least I can do," Mark said with a smile. "Well, ok, what time do you think you'll need me tomorrow?" Denise asked and handed Mark her card. Glancing at Vanessa, Mark started to answer but stopped when she put her hand on his arm. "We won't need to go anywhere before we head out for supper and maybe a club, but we'll call you an hour or so ahead of time," Vanessa said with a smile. "Oh?" Denise said as she looked between the two. "Positive. Take the day and chill on the beach or whatever. I hear the hotel has a great spa, and I also heard that it's included with your room," Mark said with a wink. Forgetting her role, Denise hugged Vanessa and Mark and shooed then toward the hotel. The way Mark treated Denise surprised Vanessa again. He really didn't know that he was "expected" to treat their driver as a doormat, but then again, he had never acted the way he was supposed to. With a small wave to Denise the couple said goodnight. Mark and Vanessa were in the elevator before he remembered that he had no idea what room they were in. Vanessa saved him and took one of the key cards and slid it through the reader. Once the elevator was moving, she slipped into his arms for another kiss. The door chiming to announce they were at their floor brought the couple back from the exclusive world they had created. Mark reached down and picked up the bags and walked out without looking around, coming to a stop when he remembered that he still didn't know the room number. It turned out that the elevator was their front door and it opened onto a sunken living room. The walls and ceiling were made of glass panels that started at the floor and arched overhead before meeting the back wall. Looking one way, the distant city filled the horizon, the moving lights making it seem like it was a huge concrete beehive. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 07 The other side took his breath away. The way the walls slid into the floor made it seem that they were floating in the star filled sky. He found his feet moving in that direction, the peaceful vista calling out to him. The sky was clear and the reflection of the full moon could be seen on the ocean's surface. Their only other companions were the stars that filled the sky, each twinkling with a message of tranquility. Vanessa came up and snuggled under his arm, and let both the peace of the scenery and the peace that Mark gave her, fill her. This hadn't been on her list, but she mentally added it so she could cross it off, bringing a smile to her lips. "I love you, Ness. This is almost as beautiful as you are baby," Mark said in a low tone like he was afraid any noise would shatter the peace that had settled over them. "I love you, too, sweetheart," was all she said before placing a kiss on his cheek and wrapping her body around his in a hug. "C'mon, I'll show you around," she said and saw a funny look cross his face. She and Amy had come out earlier and "decorated" the suite and brought the clothes the young couple would need for the weekend. Once Mark really looked around, it was clear the "prom elves" had been busy. He saw candles strategically placed throughout the suite, which Vanessa started lighting as they passed through each room. The "suite" turned out to be the entire top floor of the hotel which seemed as if were floating, disconnected from the rest of the world, becoming their private refuge. The bedroom looked out into the night sky, the moon the only illumination needed. Mark put their bags down, went into the bathroom and started laughing. The closet had three of his suits and at least five of Vanessa's gowns, each as stunning as the one she was currently wearing. He also saw the abundance of candles and another card. This one was addressed to him and Vanessa. Turning to call her, he jumped when he saw her leaning against the door. "Hi there gorgeous, seems we have mail," he finished in his best AOL voice. "Hi there yourself, handsome," as she pressed against him. Hey there you two, Please take care of each other. You both deserve some happiness and peace. I love you and I'll see you on Sunday. Have fun, Amy The note had been leaning against three bottles of wine. That gave Mark an idea, but that was for tomorrow. Right now his calendar was full of the beautiful brunette in his arms. Opening a bottle, he poured two glasses and handed Vanessa's hers, then led the way to the balcony that overlooked the beach. Hitting the button caused four of the panels to slide into the floor allowing the sound of the surf to flood into the room. Tipping his glass to Vanessa's, Mark allowed the high ping to die off before he said anything. "To new beginnings. I love you." "I love you, too," Vanessa answered and pressed against him as they kissed. She felt the growing bulge against her stomach and let a little moan escape, the sound muffled by their lips. When Mark slipped his hand down to cup her ass and pulled her against him, she broke the kiss and gasped, baring her neck in the process. Vanessa felt each kiss and nibble Mark was covering her throat with turn into tingling jolts that had her pussy dripping. She wasn't sure what went through her mind, but she found her hand in his hair as she pressed his teeth into the soft flesh under her ear. She whimpered as she felt him running his tongue in fluttering circles, and pressed more insistently willing him to mark her. She had never been able to stand the sluts in school that walked around with hickeys. The one time in high school that her boyfriend had tried to give her one was the last time they had gone out. But here she was, wanting Mark to give her the marking that would show the world that she was his. "Mark sweetheart, please," as she pulled him even tighter to her neck. "Oh, fuck yes, let everyone know I'm yours. Suck it Mark, oh shit I'm cumming baby." Her knees tried to take a break and Mark had to hold her up, but she didn't let go of his hair until she was sure he had left his signature on her neck; he had already signed her heart. Mark put the glasses on the table and picked Vanessa up. He was going to lay her down until she was steadier, but stopped as he felt her hand on his cheek. "I love you, Mark." "I love you, too, Ness." His eyes were drawn to the hickey that was still an angry red color, the apology already on his lips when Vanessa stopped him. "Mark, I needed you to do that. I needed you to take possession of my body like you did with my heart. I want to be able to show it off and let everyone know that I'm yours." Mark felt the last of her walls fall away, baring everything inside her to him, causing his to drop in response. Each of them felt the "click" as they felt the interweaving of their souls, even though there was still a sense of wariness that the other wouldn't like what they saw and disappear. "Do you still mean it, Ness?" Mark asked reluctantly. "More than ever, baby. What about you?" "I meant it then and I mean it even more now," and pulled her mouth to his, their tongues dancing to the slower rhythm of love. Mark went to lay her on the bed, but stopped when she pointed to the bathroom. He set her on her feet and turned to leave but stopped as she reached past him and shut the door. His eyes were drawn to the curve of her hips and ass as she bent over to start the shower. Vanessa could feel his eyes as she bent over, and stayed that way as she looked over her shoulder. She saw the way his eyes caressed her, almost like they were his fingers. When he looked into her eyes, there was only love as he smiled and held out his arms. She pressed her body against his feeling like a whole person again. "Let's rinse off. I'm not sure how much longer I can wait," Vanessa said with a sigh as she felt his lips tracing their way across her collar bone. She started helping Mark out of his tux and saw the outline of his cock in his boxers, making her eyes get big. She gathered her dress up and slid to her knees placing small kisses along his hardness. Listening to his sighs, she felt each one turning the heat up in her pussy. She hooked her thumbs through the waistband and slowly pulled them down, freeing his throbbing cock. She saw that her hands were shaking and tried to still them, but she was too late. Mark saw them too. "What's wrong, baby?" Mark said, as he pulled her to her feet. "Nothing, sweetheart," as she stared at the floor. "Vanessa, look at me. Please tell me what's wrong." "Like I said, nothing is wrong exactly," as she looked down again only to find a finger stopping her. "Ness," Mark said. "I haven't ever...," Vanessa said in a whisper, but it was loud enough for Mark to hear. "Oh god baby, I'm so sorry. We don't have to do anythi...," he stopped at the hand across his mouth and the fierce look in her eyes. "Yes, we do, Mark; if you try to get away from me again I'll hunt you down. I just don't want to disappoint you." "Vanessa, there's nothing you could do that would disappoint me. Now, let's get in the shower before the rest of the guests start beating on our elevator for using all of the hot water," Mark said as he slid the zipper down her back. Vanessa felt chills follow the path of her zipper, silently wishing he would just rip it off of her and take her on the floor. Her hands were still shaking as she reached for the shoulders of the gown, and ran into Mark's hands as they caught her smaller ones in his. "Are you sure, baby?" he said, concern plainly in his eyes. "More than I ever thought possible," she replied, letting her need fill her eyes and voice. Mark pulled Vanessa against him and kissed her as he slid her gown over her shoulders, tracking the progress with his skin as it fell to the floor. Running his fingers down her spine, he rubbed them over the swells of her ass, hearing a moan escape as he filled his palms with her bare skin. Vanessa gasped as her nipples hardened against his chest and then again when she felt the heat of his cock press against her stomach. Mark picked her up and headed for the shower, pausing as she kicked off her shoes before he put her down in the shower. She felt him as he slid behind her, wrapping her in his arms, as he made her want him even more. Foregoing the washcloth, Mark soaped up his hands and used them to wash the goddess in his shower. He started his soapy massage at her neck, using the time to get to know Vanessa's body, cataloging her spots as he went. He heard her whimpers turn into frustrated whines as he would find one and move on, never paying more than fleeting attention to them. "Mark. Please make me cum. I can't take any more teasing sweetheart. Eat your pussy again please. Please," Vanessa tapered off as Mark sat her on the bench. Once Mark had Vanessa on the seat, he slid to his knees and started the return trip with her toes, touching every inch of her feet and legs with his lips. By the time he reached her knees, he could see the trail of her juices running between the cheeks of her ass. He had a running battle with her hands as he intercepted them time after time as she tried to reach her pussy. He thought she had given up trying until she changed tactics and acted like she was reaching for her clit again, only to grab his head with both hands. Before he had a chance to move, she had mashed her swollen lips against his tongue. Vanessa couldn't take anymore. Mark was teasing her to the point that had crossed over into what had to be torture. She managed to shove her pussy against his mouth and put her feet on his shoulders to get extra pressure against her throbbing mound. She gasped as Mark's fingers found her nipples and pulled as his tongue split her swollen lips, diving into her. "Yes, oh fuck! That's so good Mark. Eat me, just like that baby. Oh, shit, I'm cumming again." All Mark could do was hold on as Vanessa used his mouth to relieve the pressure. He settled for licking whatever happened to be on his tongue as she twisted her hips to put it where she needed it. When Mark found her asshole peeking at him, he didn't hesitate and started flicking it with his tongue setting off her orgasm. Mark shifted his hands to her hips and kept her in place as Vanessa rode her orgasm out. Pressing against her feet, he trapped her between his shoulders and the wall, spreading her pussy lips open and licked her from asshole to clit. He didn't think she could take much more but couldn't resist taking a few more swipes with his tongue. The last thing he did was suck her clit, setting off another spasm. Vanessa finally started coming down and looked down to see an evil twinkle as she felt a playful flick on her clit. "Mark, baby, please kiss me. No not there, this set of lips, not those you toad, oh shit stop that!" Mark had started using his tongue like a frog would, but he was flicking it across her clit. "Rrriiiiibbbbbiiiittttt," he said just before he "frogged" her one last time before dissolving into laughter. Vanessa regretted it the instant she invoked the toad reference but was saved when Mark got tickled and rocked back on his heels. It didn't help that he had his forehead resting against her clit as he giggled though. Not able to stop, she found herself giggling helplessly until Mark slipped up and kissed her. His face was covered in her wetness and her scent on his lips re-lit her pilot light. "Please, take me to bed and make me yours, baby." ************ This is actually the fist half of the chapter. I didn't want to kill the site admins by dumping all of it at one time. The second part should be posted in a few days. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 08 Thank you for taking the time to read this story. Also, an enormous thanks to Claire for all of the editing assistance. Just an FYI. This started with a premise and a dog. The turn it took in chapter two surprised me as much as it irritated some. I simply wrote what passed by as the "movie" played. There have been complaints about the flashback scenes, noted, but I guess I like to know why people act and feel like they do. This is actually the second half of the chapter. I didn't want to kill the site admins by dumping all of it at one time. Any comments or feedback are welcome and can be left through my profile. Thanks again, TNC ************ Mark's eyes popped open, cold sweat covering him as the dream remained. He supposed wanting to snap Chad's head off was understandable, but the graphic nature of the dream scared him with the way he had reveled in the destruction. He'd had the same type of dreams after his mom died and they weren't any easier the second time around. He started thinking of the house renovation and felt his pulse slow. He was thinking about the specifics of the additions as he drifted back off. ************ Mark rinsed them both off again and slipped out of the shower to get towels. After drying off, he turned off the water and wrapped Vanessa in the thick robe that came with the room and picked her up and carried her to bed. The bedroom had a set of doors like those in the living room and Mark opened them to let the sensations of the ocean wash in. The glass panels here had retractable curtains that allowed for an unobstructed view of the stars when pulled back. The effect was like floating in the middle of the ocean under a blanket of stars. "Mark, I don't know what to do, teach me how to please you, please." "You have been for the last nine months, Ness. Just being in the same room with you pleases me. Knowing that you want to be with me even knowing what's inside pleases me. When you touch me, it thrills me more than I can describe. I guess what I'm trying to say is, there isn't a wrong answer, sweetheart, and we'll just learn together." Mark said and kissed her. Vanessa slid the robe off and rolled on top of Mark, her thighs against his ribs, as she leaned down to kiss the lips that had captivated her. She teased his tongue with hers, drawing it past her lips and sucking it, pulling a moan from her lover. She answered with one of her own as she felt his hands gliding over her back, settling on her ass. Shifting her hips to get more pressure from his hands caused his cock to slip between her cheeks, drawing a moan from both of them. Vanessa reached back to feel Mark's rapidly swelling cock and felt a bit of fear, something that he didn't miss. "What's wrong, baby?" Mark asked. "What are his guidelines, and what if he won't fit?" she said. "Let's see. No sharp pointy things, no fire or electricity and no ceiling fans. Ummm, yup, I think that covers it. And if he doesn't fit, then we'll figure that out when we get there," Mark said into the giggles that had overtaken Vanessa. "Shoot, I was really hoping to use the fan I packed too, party pooper. Now what do I do?" Vanessa asked with a semi-serious tone. "First, you come up here and kiss me and then I figure that it will work itself out. My only rule is that you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Mark finished and pulled her into another gentle kiss. Vanessa lost herself in the flood of sensations that she was experiencing. The combination of Mark's kisses and the way his hands caressed her skin pulled a steady stream of sighs from her. Going on instinct, she started trailing kisses down Mark's body, following much the same route as he had on her earlier in the shower. She stopped and looked up into his eyes, his desire shining through as he let Vanessa explore. Spinning around, Vanessa settled her knees around Mark's head and lowered her dripping pussy onto his talented mouth, groaning as she felt his tongue working its magic. She took a second to study the throbbing cock in front of her. The head was a deep purple and had a stream of fluid leaking from it. She reached out and held it lightly, its firmness and warmth surprising her. When she tried to wrap her fingers around it, they missed touching by close to a half inch, and she could put both hands around it and still have some left peeking out at the top. Vanessa was pretty sure that Mark's cock was bigger than normal, but had nothing to compare it to. She took a tentative lick and tasted the pre-cum, fully expecting it to taste bad. She had heard a few girls saying how nasty it was and couldn't disagree more. Maybe it was because it was his, but the taste just made her want more, and she started running her tongue over the head searching. Mark was groaning into her pussy as she started trying to fit him in her mouth. She fit the head in her mouth and slid her lips down as far as she could before pulling back to nibble the crown. If porn movies were any indication she should be able to get more than half into her mouth without gagging. She tried again only to learn that she was NOT a porn star as her eyes watered and her gag reflex almost made her barf on Mark. She was pretty sure barf would be a downer and settled for what had seemed to be working, going back to licking and nibbling. Mark was in heaven. He had his hands full of Vanessa's ass and a face full of her pussy and could do nothing but groan and bite his lip trying to hold back his imminent orgasm. Box scores and engine rebuilds had failed, and he had resorted to thinking about calculus, maintaining a fingernail's width grip on his trigger. What she didn't have in technique she made up with her devotion and her desire to please him. When he heard her gag, he pulled her head up and rested it on his thigh, rubbing her back until she recovered. Mark tipped his head back when he felt her renew her "lollipop" approach. Just having her that close to his cock was almost enough to make him cum, but having her tongue caressing the head had him digging his fingernails into his palms and biting on his lip. "Ness, if you keep that up I'm going to cum. Oh fuck, baby, that's so good," Mark said as he looked over her thigh and saw the look of lust filling her gaze as she looked his way. Vanessa felt her pulse pounding as she heard Mark telling her about the pleasure she was giving him. Another piece slid into place in her mind and she realized that she needed to please him, and, if she pleased him, then it pleased her. Mark's eyebrows climbed when Vanessa rolled off of him. He reached for her legs thinking she wanted his tongue again but stopped when she lay on her side, opened her legs and presented her body for his pleasure. He drank in her beauty again and rolled on his side, leaning in to kiss her pussy, but stopped when Vanessa shook her head. "Just fingers sweetheart, I want to see your face when you cum for me and I want to be in your eyes when I do. Please," Vanessa said as the passion thickened, threatening to push her into her climax just talking to him. "Is this okay, sweetheart?" as she started using both of her hands to pleasure her mate. "Oh, yessssss. I'm so close baby. You might want to get a towel or something," Mark said between gasps. "I don't think so. I want your cum on me. I want it on my tits and stomach. I want it on my face and in my hair. I need you, baby, and I need you to coat me with it." Vanessa was spiraling toward another orgasm and the images of her covered in his cum, mixed with what Mark's fingers were doing had her on the edge again. Mark slid forward and laid his head on her thigh, her pussy was swollen and drooling as he used his fingers to caress the engorged lips. He looked down as he felt Vanessa lay her head on his thigh, looking into his eyes as she jerked his cock with both hands. Mark felt his orgasm trying to escape and groaned into her thigh and without thinking started licking and nibbling his way toward her pussy. He remembered the hands only restriction as he felt another stream of pre-cum dripping from his bloated cock and started lightly rubbing her clit and asshole. Vanessa had made it to the sensitive place at the base of the head of Mark's cock, drawing a groan from her lover and a gasp from her as he bit down on her inner thigh. She knew it would show when she wore her bikini but the thought of him marking his pussy sent her over the edge. "Baby, I'm cumming. Look up at me." Vanessa crooned. "Oh. fuck Ness, I love you, shit that feels too good," as Mark felt like he was being turned inside out as he came. Vanessa shuddered with the effort it took to keep her eyes open as her orgasm took her, the look in Mark's eyes boosting the pleasure until it hurt. When Vanessa felt Mark's cock swell even more, she stroked it faster using the slick fluid as a lubricant and aimed the head at her open mouth, triggering Mark's release. The first shot hit her chin and she took the second in her mouth. After that she used his cock to decorate her body, each splash prolonging her own orgasm. She kept the rhythm of her strokes until his cum slowed to a dribble, then leaned in and sucked the head, pulling out the last of his fluid, drawing a shuddering groan from Mark. When Mark saw Vanessa aiming his cock at her face, her mouth open and waiting, he couldn't hold off any longer and surrendered to his orgasm. As the first shot splashed against her chin and the next hit her waiting tongue, he lost himself in the whirlpool of her eyes. Unable to do anything but hang on as she painted her body with his cum, he managed to hook two fingers around her pubic bone and found the raised nub of nerves just as she started torturing the head of his cock when she pulled it back into her mouth. He watched her eyes pop open and felt the moans turn into screams as she succumbed to the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. Vanessa was savoring the taste of Mark's cum as she felt his fingers slide between her lips, groaning when she felt his fingers opening her. She had forgotten that she had a mouthful of his cock and tried to tell him how good it felt. As she started pulling back, Mark started tracing circles around a spot that made it feel like she had to pee, hating to break the contact, she started rolling to her back. Mark squeezed his fingers together and Vanessa felt her world explode in a cascade of flashing lights. She tried to make a sound but only managed high pitched squeaks, as she grabbed her nipples and twisted. The pain translated in to pure pleasure as she felt pressure building up in her abdomen. Mark was stroking Vanessa's g-spot, thankful for the teacher he had learned from for nine months. That's when Mark decided to cheat and sucked her clit, flicking it in time with his fingers. He was watching as Vanessa snapped her head forward, her mouth wide as she tried to get a breath. Mark continued working on her and was treated to a vocal performance when she could finally speak. "FUCK that's so good baby. Eat me. Eat your pussy Mark. Oh shit, what are you doing? Please Mark, I can't cum again. Oh god yeseatmypussyohfuckiloveyoumark," the last phrase started low and ended with notes Mark didn't think existed. Mark didn't have time to think about that note for long. Vanessa wrapped herself around his head as the orgasm she knew would be her last took her. She felt the walls of her pussy contract around Mark's fingers and then a gush of fluids spraying his face and the sheets. Another wave hit her and she was surprised that Mark was still sending her to new heights, not bothered by the impromptu shower. The series of peaks he pushed her to overwhelmed her, and she shut down after a particularly strong spasm turned off her lights. Mark looked up and saw Vanessa's eyes close, her body still twitching from the sensual overload. Ignoring his cum, Mark pulled her on top of him and held her, inviting her back when she was ready. He occupied his mind with all of the ways he felt different with Vanessa here. The biggest difference was that he could just be himself and not waste the energy it took to protect others from what hid behind his eyes. As he was considering what that meant, Vanessa stirred. "Hey there gorgeous, are you okay?" Mark asked. "I think so. That was fantastic... What was "that" by the way? I want to be able to remind you about it when you forget," Vanessa said with a smile and leaned up to kiss him. She was almost to his lips when she remembered his cum on her face and chin, then felt the slick layer between their bodies. "Baby, don't you want me to wash off?" Vanessa asked with her confusion evident as she spoke. "Why would I want you to not be where you are, Ness?" "I've got your cum all over me and you were going to kiss me and I can still taste you." Vanessa answered, frowning slightly. "I kissed you in the limo and the shower, and my face was covered in your cum and you didn't mind, so why should I?" Mark paused before pulling her back up for the interrupted kiss. Vanessa had loved the massages Mark had given her before, but the caresses he played across her bare skin as they kissed made the massages pedestrian in comparison. As she tried to reach the robe to wipe her face, Mark saw her and smiled. "C'mon and we'll go rinse off," he said with a smile. He realized that she wouldn't be comfortable until she was sure she wasn't grossing him out. Mark made a quick trip to the balcony, and grabbed their glasses before slipping into the shower. Vanessa was rinsing her hair and her smile bloomed when she saw him, he had only been gone for a minute, but it felt like an hour. Unwilling to wait any longer, she rinsed Mark and turned the water off. "Take me to bed, sweetheart," Vanessa said and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Vanessa crawled into the middle of the big bed and turned to see Mark carrying some towels. She looked at them with a confused look until understanding flashed through her; there was still a bit of work to do. Mark saw the apprehension in her eyes. "Ness, we really don't have to. We can wait until you're ready." "It's not that. I forgot until I saw the towels. You've already been my first for so many things and I guess since I'm already yours...," Vanessa trailed off and saw he was still unconvinced. "Sweetheart, I'm not scared and I know you won't push me. I want and need you so much. I'm yours as long as you'll have me, baby." Mark slid in next to her and pulled her against him as he kissed her softly. He still couldn't believe that she could possibly want to give him her virginity, not to a kid. "Yes, you. I meant it when I said I'm yours. I meant what I said about changing the oil to be with you. I meant it when I said forever. Please make me your lady; I'll beg if I need to, sweetheart." Mark rolled over on top of Vanessa and kissed her again, bringing his thigh up between hers. He had just started his trip down her body, when she surprised him. "Not this time baby. I can't take any more," she said rolling him over. Her pussy was throbbing in time with her heartbeat, and her breath was coming in gasps as she stirred the head through her swollen lips. Staring into Mark's eyes, Vanessa let her weight settle back and felt the head stretch the mouth of her pussy. She wasn't sure how she was going to fit him in, but she wasn't stopping until she had all of him wrapped inside her. She started taking short strokes, slowly settling further down her mate's cock. "Do you like your pussy, baby? That tight cunt stretched around your beautiful cock is all yours, Mark," Vanessa groaned as she felt her muscles accept the intrusion. All Mark could do was hang on and let Vanessa go at her own pace, not wanting to hurt her any more than it already did. He could see the pain underneath the pleasure, and short of pulling her off of his cock, there was nothing that he could do to make it better. Looking down he could see her wetness glistening on his cock as she impaled herself, pressing down until he felt the head stop. There was still about four inches waiting for her when he looked up into her eyes. Vanessa felt the last obstacle to being fully Mark's stop her downward progress. "Sweetheart, I think I'm going to need your help," Vanessa said as she stared into his eyes. "I'm not sure I can baby, I don't want to hurt you." "You won't. Ok you will, but I don't know another way. I can't help it that the man I adore is too damned big to fit. Please," Vanessa trailed off stopping just short of begging. Pulling her into a kiss, he cupped her ass and started rocking into her, bouncing off her hymen with each stroke. He felt her breathing speed up as she buried her face against his neck, her hips matching his motions. "Please," was all he heard as she took a deep breath. Taking one of his own, he waited until he felt her start moving down and slammed his hips up. The two lovers met in the middle as they ripped the membrane and buried him inside her. Vanessa cried out as she felt the expected pain as Mark took her fully. She looked up into his eyes and saw sadness slipping across them. "It's okay, baby," she said as she kissed him again. "Just sit still and let me get used to it, and don't even think about pulling out, I just got you where you belong." "I love you, Ness," Mark said. "I love you too, baby," she said and started moving her hips in slow circles, the pain easing a little with each circuit. Vanessa felt the pain slowly being replaced with pleasure as she started making love to Mark. She smiled as she saw the relief in his eyes and felt him relax under her as they moved together, shuddering as his cock pushed her closer to crossing off another item on the list. Once the pain was fully gone, Vanessa rolled over and pulled Mark on top of her. Reaching down, she grabbed his ass and locked her ankles behind his back, urging him to push into her deeper. "Shit, that feels so good Mark. Fuck me. Give it to me! I won't break, fuck me, Mark. I love you so much. Please make me yours, sweetheart." Mark felt her hands settle on his ass as she pulled him to get him to go deeper. With the looks of pain that had flashed through her eyes still fresh in his mind, he resisted the urging and settled into long, slow strokes. Leaning back he saw her fluids collecting around her lips, his eyes drawn to the red tint. He stopped and was ready to pull out to clean her up and let her rest when Vanessa stopped that train before it left the station. "Mark, don't you dare. If you leave me hanging, I swear I'll do something. I don't know what, but it will be bad. Maybe that fan I brought." Vanessa finished with a grin to soften the look in her eyes. Mark shook his head and stopped as it was Vanessa's turn to shift his eyes to hers. "The pain is gone now sweetheart. I'm sure, I'll be sore in the morning, but it won't be from that little membrane. It will be from the way I plan to use that beautiful cock until we both pass out and can't move. Please don't think about it anymore. I love you so much; now please make love to me." Mark reached over and grabbed the towels and put them under her ass. "I love you too, Ness, more than I could ever imagine," he whispered, and brought his lips down to make love to her mouth as he set an unhurried pace with his hips. Vanessa was in heaven as Mark made love to her mouth and pussy, the last and most intense element being the way that his eyes made love to her mind. She could hardly tell where she stopped as she felt him filling all of her dark and empty spaces. The path between them had become a highway, as she felt the two of them blending; two people completing their puzzles. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 08 Mark gasped as he felt Vanessa knock down the last barrier and start fitting all of her ups with his downs, molding the pieces into a whole person. He felt her taking as well, but she could take all of him if she needed to, and he wouldn't love her less. His one concession to hurrying was to twist his hips as he bottomed out, stirring the head against what had to be her cervix, drawing soft moans from his mate. Shifting up to take his weight off of Vanessa drew a look from her as she pulled him back down to press her into the bed. Giving it one last try, he went to roll over so she would be on top and was stopped with her pearly whites pressed into his neck. "Yes, ma'am," Mark said with a chuckle, "I just don't want to mash you." "You aren't, baby, it feels so good for some reason," Vanessa answered and sighed as she felt his weight settle back onto her. She smiled when she saw him take some of it with his elbows and pulled him into a kiss as she felt him pressing against her cervix. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but she wasn't about to mention it to Mark afraid that he really would stop. Mark was reaching the point of trying to hold off his impending orgasm as he tried to make Vanessa's first time memorable for her. The slippery vice that her pussy had become threatened to pull his cum out despite his best efforts. That's when the word "pregnancy" flashed behind his eyes like a neon sign. Vanessa could feel her orgasm rushing toward her with each stroke of Mark's cock. She whined when she felt him stop abruptly, a worried look filling his eyes. "What about protection?" Mark asked anxiously. "We don't have anything," stopping, as she saw his face, "Oh shit, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I thought I told you. I've been on the pill since the Monday after your birthday," Vanessa said. "Why since then," was the puzzled response. "There was no way I was going to let my first time be a hassle or let anything come between me and you," Vanessa said softly looking into his eyes, as she saw her words filter through. "You knew that I was going to be your first, then?" Mark asked. "Yes baby, I did. When we ended up on the couch in the den, I knew that I was yours and that you were worth waiting for. Now, please make me cum, your cock is driving me nuts." Mark slid his hands through her hair and kissed her as he started softly stroking into her. "No sweetheart, fuck me. Give me your cum baby, fill me with it. God, I need you to fuck me hard. I'll tell you if it hurts, but FUCK ME MARK!" She finished with a grunt as he started picking up speed. Vanessa thought she was going to fly apart as Mark honored her request. He was pulling back until just the head was inside before shifting his hips and pushing back into her quivering pussy. She knew he was still holding back, but what he was doing was incredible and she felt her orgasm renew its approach. Mark felt her pussy get wetter and felt the spasms gripping his thrusting cock. He had time for one more thrust before she buried her nails in his back, the pain fueling his passion. "Mark, baby, I love you so much! Oh fuck, here it comes...I'm cumming!" Vanessa finished off with a scream. Mark couldn't take any more and reached under her ass and buried his cock as the first shot of his cum coated Vanessa's pussy. Not thinking, he bit down on her exposed neck as his world shifted with every shot he deposited inside her. Vanessa felt her orgasm take her as she was swept up in her passion, the flood gaining speed as she felt Mark spending himself inside her. The last thing that she felt was the bite that overloaded her senses, as she shut down. Mark's world had narrowed to the exquisite agony centered around his balls, as they emptied themselves into the fantasy underneath him. It wasn't until he was gasping for air that he slid back into his body and saw the bite he had left on Vanessa's neck. He was apologizing as her eyes slipped open, a dreamy-fuzzy quality to them. "Hi lover, if that was any better I think I'd be dead. I love you, Mark Thompson." Vanessa said, loving that he had marked her again as he lost himself. "You better not try to leave now that you've had your way with me," she said with a playful tone. "Vanessa, I love you too, and there's no way I want to go anywhere. I really meant what I said about "ever". One last time, do you still mean it?" Mark asked. "Sweetheart, I meant every letter of it. I've been yours and always will be yours. I've never been more serious, and I meant that I was yours until you won't have me any longer," she said as she kissed him. "Then I guess you're stuck with me. I just hope you don't regret it," Mark said. "Stop that. I think I should know whether or not I want to be around you by now. I spend more nights at your place than I do mine." "Ok, I'll stop," Mark said with a smile and pulled her into his arms, crushing her to him in a hug. *********** An hour? It had to be longer than an hour as he mentally cussed out the clock. Mark thought this night would never end and hearing Amy and Vanessa sleeping peacefully just made it seem that much worse. Any other time he would just go out and work on the cars or chill with Hootie in the swing. With what happened a few hours earlier in the den still echoing through his mind there was no way he was leaving the girls alone for a second. Sighing, he closed his eyes and started mentally juggling balls, letting his mind slip into an over-stimulated fog. Most people went to a peaceful place mentally to relax but that gave him too much time to think. He preferred the stimulation the activity gave him, squeezing out the extraneous thoughts and allowing him to drift away again. *********** Mark woke up with a curtain of dark hair across his eyes and without a clue where he was. He was sure that there weren't any bodies of water in his backyard though. Once he remembered he was in the hotel, the rest of the night flooded in. Vanessa had been true to her word and if the soreness he was experiencing was any indication, she would be sitting on ice for a week. Moving Vanessa's hair aside, he saw the peaceful look on her face that was a mirror image of the way he felt inside. He had never had a time with anyone other than Amy that he knew he could let down his guard and still be loved without limits or conditions attached. He sat and watched her, soaking in the tranquility. Mark could have stayed there all day, but his bladder wasn't so inclined and forced him to try to slip away and not wake Vanessa. He knew that she was a light sleeper from the nights they had fallen asleep together on the couch, but he had to try. Just as he was slipping a pillow under her head he felt her stretch, rubbing against him and looking at him with the "you fucked me unconscious" look in her magnificent eyes. "Good morning gorgeous. How did you sleep?" "Good morning handsome and I can't ever remember sleeping this well," Vanessa said with a smile. "I love you baby," Mark said. "I love you too sweetheart," as she stretched again, the sheet falling away from her. Vanessa smiled as Mark's eyes drank her in. She felt her body starting to respond, reminding her of the lingering soreness between her legs. When she looked around it seemed as if a bomb had gone off around her. They were wrapped in the fitted sheet and everything but the pillow Mark had slept on was on the floor. "Let's get a shower and some breakfast, for some reason I'm starving," Vanessa said with an innocent look and drew him in for a kiss. "Sounds good. I'll call and get our order in and we can shower while we wait," Mark said and made the much needed pit stop on the way to the phone. Vanessa heard his side of the conversation and smiled as she heard him make sure that any charges that showed up on Denise's room were taken care of. Then she heard something that made her stomach drop. "Ok you sexy thing, we've got forty five minutes to be presentable," as he held out his hands to help her up after he had hung up. Mark looked down to see tears running down Vanessa's face. Sinking to his knees he tried to pull her against him, but she wouldn't budge. "What's wrong baby?" Mark asked his confusion plain. "Why are you leaving me alone?" Vanessa said as a sob escaped. "Alone? What are you talking abo...," he trailed off as it hit him. "Ness, look at me baby, please. There's no way I'm going anywhere without you. I was just seeing if they had any rooms available for tonight before I asked you about something that popped in my head. I love you sweetheart." Mark waited until what he said sunk in, then brought her face up and kissed her lips. He had to keep his finger where it was to keep her from looking away, and kissed away her tears. His heart started beating again when he felt her accept his arms and felt her tears wetting his chest. "I'm so sorry, Mark. I heard that and then I added two and two and came out with one. I haven't got past the feeling that you will be gone just like everything else has," dissolving in a fresh round of tears. Mark sat on the bed and cradled her in his arms while her tears ran their course. The fact that they were naked never made an impression on him as he comforted his lover, friend and mate. "I'm so sorry Mark. I know I can trust you and I do, please forgive me. Can we start this morning all over, please?" Vanessa asked. "Good morning gorgeous. I love you baby, did you sleep well?" Mark asked. "Thank you sweetheart. I love you too," Vanessa answered hearing none of the sarcasm that she deserved in his tone. "What a way to start off our first day together. Let's go get in the shower before we end up with an audience," Vanessa said as her smile crept back on her face. They had just finished in the shower, a tame one due to the tender state of their nether regions, when the phone rang. "Mr. Thompson, we need you to turn the door lock off so we can deliver your order. It's the green switch on the wall next to the doors." "Ok, sorry about that, give us a minute," Mark answered. Once they were settled on the balcony with breakfast Mark explained what Vanessa had heard. "I was thinking about taking Amy to dinner with us tonight if it's ok with you. There wouldn't be an "us" without her and I wanted to say thank you to her," Mark said as he trailed off. Vanessa had been trying to figure out how to say thank you to Amy as well and started smiling when she heard the tentative way he finished. "I love you Mark and why would I mind?" Vanessa said and watched him take a relieved breath. "Although I think I should be the one saying thank you to her," she said and watched his cheeks heat. Mark leaned in for another kiss, breakfast forgotten. Vanessa was in the robe from the previous night but had neglected to tie it, exposing her body to his eyes. He felt the beginnings of another erection and tried to will it away, the effort ruined as she reached under the table to stroke it to its full size. "Who needs eggs, I think I'd rather be eaten, umm, eat you for breakfast, handsome," the lust dripping from her voice. Vanessa had forgotten any soreness as he hardened in her hand. "Ummmmmmm," Mark said thinking that was smooth, and started laughing as he picked Vanessa up. Mark laid Vanessa down and took the time to appreciate her beauty, unable to tear his eyes away from her. When he made it to her eyes, she smiled and patted the bed next to her as an invitation. Mark crawled on the bed and ran his tongue across the instep of her foot, pulling a gasping giggle from her as she tried to squirm away. Vanessa made the mistake of trying to push him away with her other foot and only managed to get both of them trapped. The only thing that saved her was the way her pussy peeked at him as she bent her legs trying to get away. Vanessa was so preoccupied with her hyper-ticklish feet that she didn't see what was coming until Mark slid his tongue inside her as far as it would reach. Her shrieks of mirth quickly turned into moans of pleasure as she pressed her pussy against his face. "Oh that's so good baby. Eat me. Fuck me with your tongue. Oh fuck, YES!" Vanessa felt her pussy clench as she held the back of Mark's head, rubbing her pussy on his tongue as she came. Red faced and panting, she pulled him up and kissed him as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and reached down trying to get him inside her. Mark had no intention of teasing Vanessa, but she had no way to know and he smiled at her frantic efforts. Putting his hand over hers, they guided his cock back to where it belonged. Not knowing how sore she was, Mark rolled over and gave her control. That meant that he had his hands free to play with her body, finally able to see it clearly. Mark was like a kid on Christmas morning not knowing what to play with first. He started running his fingers around her nipples as her breasts bounced as she worked her way down onto his cock. While Vanessa was getting readjusted to being filled, Mark pulled her down so he could kiss and suck her nipples drawing gasps from her. Vanessa couldn't believe it was possible to cum again after the way Mark wrung her out last night and into the early hours of the morning, she had enough trouble walking as it was. She had started things as a way to apologize for her meltdown and just as a way to say "I love you" to her mate. That lasted about as long as it took him to run his eyes across her body as she felt the unlikely twinges starting. Once she felt him growing in her hand, any thoughts of soreness flew out the window, if there was a way, she would have his wonderful cock buried deep in her, soon. She sighed as she felt the head stretching her open, the momentary pain just pushing her higher as it made the mysterious shift to pleasure. She lost herself in the sensations Mark's cock was inducing and wasn't aware of him pulling her down until she felt his tongue on her nipples. When he ran his hands down to rub her ass, she started working her hips, the discomfort disappearing as she accommodated his size. "Mark you fill me up so good baby. Bite them sweetheart. Please pull my nipples. Fuck that's so good," Vanessa said and rolled over so Mark was on top again. "Now fuck me and don't hold back." Mark still wasn't sure where Vanessa's lines were and he didn't want to cross one and hurt her. When he hesitated, she tried to give him some help and reached up to pull and twist her nipples, surprising him with severity. "Please, just like that Mark. Use your teeth now, oh damn that's so fucking good. Fuck me baby, if I can't take it I'll tell you. FUCK, JUST LIKE THAT LOVER!" Mark was pulling on one of her nipples with his fingers and the other with his teeth as he started stroking into her harder. He felt her hands grab his ass and her legs wrap around his back as she lost herself to rhythm of his cock. Vanessa put her feet on the bed and started matching Mark's thrusts, driving her pussy up onto his shaft. The room was filled with the sounds of her moaning and the wet sounds of his cock as it took them both closer to cumming. Not thinking, Mark slid her legs over his shoulders and shoved, his cock going deeper and drawing a scream from Vanessa. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry baby," Mark said feeling like shit. "Don't you dare stop Mark. Yeah it hurt, but that scream was a good one too. Now put those up there and fuck me. If I can't take it I'll tell you, I promise. Please," Vanessa said as she saw the internal battle. Mark settled for putting her legs back but throttled back his thrusts, earning him a snarl. "I said fuck me Mark, I'm not going to break," Vanessa panted as he picked up speed. Mark started fucking her harder than what he felt comfortable with but less than what she wanted, although neither was complaining. "Your pussy feels so good Ness. Look at it baby. Watch as the lips stretch and pull. Fuck you're so wet. Listen to it." Vanessa looked down and watched as Mark fucked her, the pressure building as she saw her juices collecting on her lips with each stroke. While she was watching, Mark went a little deeper and grazed her clit with his pubic bone. The added stimulation shoved her the fraction she needed and felt her orgasm sweep through her. "Yesssss, just like that. Fuck! So good, fuck me. Fuck your pussy baby. Cum in me again." Mark felt Vanessa tense as she squeezed down and came. He was fine until she started talking in his ear. Just about the time she said it was his pussy he felt the pressure building. Reaching down he started stroking her clit with his thumb, extending her pleasure as he buried himself and came with her. "Fuck yes. I love you so much Ness." "I can feel it Mark. So good, shit, oh god I'm cumming again. Fuuuuccckkk yes." Vanessa was reduced to grunts as the spasms gained momentum and she squeezed down on Mark's cock. Before they were done, the couple was a sweaty, cum covered mess and had never been happier. Their sweat had just started evaporating when the phone rang. Mark answered and starting laughing and had to tell the person on the other end to hang on. "Housekeeping wants to come up, you think we should let them?" he said between giggles. "No way baby, I'm not sharing," Vanessa purred and watched him turn red. "Umm, give us thirty minutes. I'll give you a call when it's safe," he said into the phone rolling his eyes at her. "I love you so much Vanessa Davis, thank you." "For what baby?" Vanessa asked with a puzzled expression. "Just for loving me for me. For letting me love you and for letting me see inside." "Mark, I'm so sorry about earlier," Vanessa stopped as Mark started shaking his head. "That's done and gone. We can't let the little shit get in our way, and after what we've been through, it's all little shit." Mark said and pulled her back against him. "Oh shit that feels good. Mark, we are going to have company in twenty minutes and we still have to set up things for tonight. I'll be more than happy to stay in bed with you but we may get thrown out when I have to kick someone's ass," she finished with a sweet smile. "Well we can't have that now can we," as he offered his hand to her. They had just finished getting dressed after another quick shower, when the door chimed and they heard a soft "housekeeping". Unable to help himself, Mark started laughing and had to shut the bathroom door as she surveyed the disarray in the master bedroom. Vanessa wore a red sundress with spaghetti straps and flats, Mark could testify to the lack of bra and panties, he had taken them both off her personally. He also stopped her as she was putting her makeup on. "You're stunning without it sweetheart, why bother?" Mark asked. "You're nuts baby, but I'll leave it off for you," Vanessa said as she kissed him. "No Ness, if you can look in the mirror and find something that needs improving, you're the one that's nuts. Either that or we need to get you a new mirror." Mark had thrown on some khakis and a polo shirt and when the couple exited the elevator in the lobby, they looked more like a successful businessman and his wife than a high school senior and his much-more-than-girlfriend. They had just been seated in the restaurant when Mark saw Denise passing them on the way to sit down. Glancing at Vanessa and seeing her smile, Mark stopped the hostess and their "driver". "Denise, please join us," Mark said with a smile when she started to bow out, not wanting to intrude. "Denise, it's ok, please," Vanessa said seeing the fresh confusion travel across her face. "Ok, but I really shouldn't, Brad would have a coronary." "Brad will be fine, if he says something, just tell him I made you," Mark told her. "We do have an ulterior motive though, we need your help." Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 08 "Sure, if I can," Denise said as she gave up trying to figure him out. "I know we told you that we wouldn't need you until this evening, but we need a ride," Mark stopped as he saw the look on her face. He still didn't understand that having the conversation was conventionally out of bounds. "Considering that I spent the morning in the spa and not carrying around a load of carsick brats, I should be paying you. What can I do?" Denise said smiling. Mark and Vanessa laid out what they needed over lunch and agreed to meet Denise in thirty minutes as they went to call Amy. "Hey cutie, are you going to be around the house for a while? Vanessa forgot something and needs to get it," Mark said trying to keep a straight face, a task made harder by Vanessa's nails on his ribs. "Sure sweetheart, I was just hanging around anyway." "Sweet, be there in about thirty minutes, love you." Mark said and hung up, pulling Vanessa back from where she had frantically started trying to crawl off the bed. She wasn't fast enough, although she got what she wasn't expecting. Mark grabbed Vanessa's ankle and flipped her over on her back. She started giggling expecting him to retaliate but he shocked her as he spread her legs and ran his tongue in circles over her clit. "I need to tickle you more, oh fuck that's so good baby," Vanessa said between gasps. Mark popped her clit out of its hood and flicked his tongue across it as he slid a finger inside her. He felt her cross her legs behind his neck, her inner thighs gripping his face as he curled his tongue and added it to the finger exploring her pussy. "You eat me so good baby, make me cum, oh shit Mark lick it." Vanessa was about to cum when she felt him start making circles around her clit. That combined with the extra finger slipped her over the edge as she humped against his mouth, feeling his tongue massaging the sensitive nub. As she came down and let Mark clean her up, she decided that the car ride was going to be the best one Mark had ever had. The couple came down about ten minutes late and when Denise saw the color climbing up Mark's face she figured out why. Once they were on the road and Vanessa was sure Denise knew where to go, she caught her eye and winked as she raised the partition drawing a laugh from the older lady. She knew that kids could go like rabbits, but these two could probably teach the rabbits a thing or two. Just as the partition closed, Vanessa pulled her dress over her head and paused to let him look at her, enjoying being on display for his eyes. When she started undressing Mark, his cock was already hard and she slid down between his legs, taking the place where he had been last night. Vanessa reached out and slid her hands over Mark's shaft, stroking him slowly as she ran her tongue through the slit of his cock. As she was sucking him, the car hit a bump and shoved him against the back of her throat, gagging her. "Ness, why don't you do that when we get someplace that doesn't move," Mark said as he saw her trying to catch her breath. Vanessa decided that turning green would be a waste of a chance to have him where he belonged; buried as deep as she could get him inside her. Climbing into his lap, she straddled his hips and held on to his shoulders, presenting her nipples to his lips. When Mark started kissing and sucking them, she reached down and held his shaft so it slid along her lips causing it to glide across her clit. Pulling his face up, she kissed him hard, her tongue snaking into his mouth as she settled down on the head. Mark senses were overloading again as Vanessa pressed down on him until her clit was mashed against his pelvis. All he could do was moan into her mouth as he felt the slick walls gripping him as she started riding. Slipping his hands down her back, he soon had two handfuls of the firm globes that were the perfection of her ass. Vanessa's breathing was coming in ragged gasps as she started speeding up and she laid her head on Mark's shoulder and buried her face in his neck. She felt his hands on her ass, pressing her down to meet his thrusts, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the car. "Sweetheart, I love you," Vanessa said into his neck between gasps and started licking and nibbling. When she felt him picking up speed, she squeezed down on him and felt him slam her hips down as he lunged into her one last time before cumming again. She felt the head pulse as he buried it into the mouth of her cervix, the throbbing setting her off as well. Forgetting what she was doing, she had left a deep red patch on his neck as her passion sped through her. Mark lost himself fully for the first time with Vanessa and soon was fucking her the way she wanted him too. He heard her breathing speed up as he started stroking into her harder and had shoved his cock as deep into her as he could as he came. He felt her teeth on his neck, but it just ramped up his excitement and he wrapped his hand in her hair to keep them in place as he felt her cum. "Ness, I love you too baby," he said into her hair as it covered his face while they both tried to catch their breath. She wasn't sure, but Vanessa thought that Mark should have got soft and fallen out by now. He was still firm and she could feel the pulsing of his heartbeat as it started filling with blood again. She guessed they didn't have enough time and knew that she didn't have enough energy to keep going. "Mark, we should be there soon baby, we need to get cleaned up." "Ok," came the drowsy reply. When he didn't make a move other than to snuggle into her hair further, she figured that another minute wouldn't hurt and settled down against him soaking in the contentment that rolled off of him in waves. Denise just smiled as she passed Amy's house for the third time, not having the heart to interrupt the kids that treated her so well. She waited until she was sure that they were finished, for the moment anyway, and gave them her customary five minute warning. She didn't think she would add in the information of the extra circuits that she took. "Thanks Denise," she heard Mark's muffled reply. Mark turned around and set Vanessa on the seat next to him and started laughing. Denise had put wash clothes next to the towels for them. Once he got Vanessa cleaned up and into her dress, he was just pulling his shirt over his head and saw the mess he had made of her hair. "Baby, we're here." Vanessa had zoned out and was floating in her happy place as she felt Mark pulling the brush through her hair. She smiled and watched him as he lost himself in the task. She could have done it faster, but she loved the way it felt to have him take care of her. There was a tenderness in his eyes now that hadn't been there before and she felt her eyes filling with happy tears. Mark finally noticed her and saw the unshed tears and frowned. "What's wrong Ness, are you ok?" "Yes baby, I'm excellent, finally. Thank you." Mark pulled her into another kiss and slid over to open the door. He left Vanessa to finish getting straightened out and went around and opened Denise's door, not seeing Amy watching. He had just closed the door after helping Vanessa out and jumped as Amy was standing next to him. Amy had seen the car the first time and went to the door waiting for it to pull in. When it went by the second time she thought the driver was lost and all she could do was laugh as it went past the third time. Just when she thought it couldn't get much stranger, once the car finally stopped nothing happened for close to ten minutes. Then she saw Mark open the driver's door and help her out before walking back to get Vanessa. "Hey sweetheart, enjoy the ride?" Amy asked with a grin. Once she got closer she could see the contentment that had settled around her young friend like a second skin. The hickey that stood out on his neck was screaming for attention as well. If Mark was wearing contentment, then Vanessa was wearing completion and almost glowed as she slid under his arm. She was wearing matching hickeys, proudly proclaiming that the two lovers were taken. "The ride was spectacular," Mark stopped as all three women started laughing. "You do know you went by here three times, right?" Amy asked with a giggle. Mark hesitated and looked at Denise who found a very interesting spot on the car that needed her attention. Figuring he needed to cut his losses, he settled for blushing and bullshit. "Did you do something to your hair Amy? Wow it looks great!" Mark said before he couldn't take it any more and laughed at himself. Vanessa just beamed as she used the chance to squirm a little deeper under his arm, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Amy, Denise," Mark made the introduction, "and of course you know Vanessa." He finished off by kissing her head and setting his chin on it. "It's really good to see you, but don't you have a beach to lay on?" Amy asked. "I looked all through the house and can't find anything you left," she said to the brunette ball of happiness cuddled up to Mark. "Are you sure it's not at Mark's?" "She didn't forget anything Amy, I did. I forgot to tell you thank you for putting your life on hold for a skinny little kid and then being there through everything. I forgot to tell you thank you for all of the tears of mine your laundry soaked up, but more for the ones of yours that were caught." Mark paused and the magnitude of everything Amy had done for him settled around him. "And thank you for loving me when nobody else would," he finished by pulling her against him with his free arm. Once he had a grip on himself again, he went on. "I also want to thank you for another successful ambush. So, we are taking you to supper tonight and you'll need this," as he handed her the room key. Amy looked around Mark's chest and saw Vanessa's teary smile and started shaking her head. "Amy please. Mark isn't the only one that needs to say thank you. I want to thank you for pushing me into your living room yesterday. Without you we wouldn't have each other. Please say yes." Vanessa finished for the couple. Denise had stopped at the back of the car and watched the three friends interact. Vanessa and Mark's attraction to each other was easy to see from afar, the one that you had to get close to see was the one that bound Mark and Amy together. Once they got close it was like a pair of magnets and neither one seemed aware of the pull. This just added another layer to onion that was the eighteen year old "kid" that she was "stuck" driving around. "We'll see," Amy said with a smile. She knew she couldn't turn down Mark, much the same way he could never say no to her. . Once they were settled in the living room, Amy tried again. "You two don't need me getting in the way, this weekend is supposed to be yours." "We've got the rest of our lives to be together, and we want to share this one with you. Please say ok," Vanessa said. Mark heard what she said and then really heard what she said. He felt like he was watching himself from across the room as he ignored Amy and Denise and pulled Vanessa into a hug and kiss. Amy saw the look on Mark's face as he heard what Vanessa said and watched as his face lit up. This was the closest she had ever seen him to a carefree teenager he should have been as he shed his eighteen year old cocoon and sprouted his wings. Denise was watching the transformation as well, happy for Mark and Vanessa. She wasn't sure she had heard the actual proposal, but it was close enough for her. She had the chance to call Brad earlier. Mark's mother had been like a sister to her, the two had gone through boxes of tissues when Lisa found out she was a pregnant senior in high school. Shortly after that news made it out, Denise's parents had moved and the two friends had been separated. The only person in the room surprised by the kiss was Vanessa; she couldn't see the effect that her words had on Mark. All she heard was a whispered, "yes we do," as he kissed her and squeezed her to his chest. When she had a chance to think about what had caused it, she pulled him back into the kiss as he was pulling back. Amy and Denise smiled at each other and left the two entangled lovers as they adjourned to the kitchen. "You might as well go pack, they are going to pester you until you give in," Denise said as they sat down at the table. "And they may be there a while too," she finished with a laugh. "I know, I'm happy he finally figured out what the rest of us have known since his birthday," Amy stopped and forgot that she had just met Denise. There was something in the older woman's eyes that made it feel ok. "Please don't tell Mark, but Lisa and I went to school together and I was there when she found out she was carrying him. I hated when my parents moved away," Denise said in a low voice. "I'm so glad that he hit it off so well with Vanessa. I've also got to say that he has spoiled me for all of the other proms," she finished with a smile. "They didn't hit it off, they blended. The first time they saw each other, it was obvious that it was just a matter of time. Everywhere he goes up, she goes down; almost like two Lego's," Amy paused. She wished Lisa was around to see the man Mark had become and to see the spark re-kindled in her not-so-little boy. Amy and Denise gave the other two time to get accustomed to the new reality as they talked and shared. Just as Amy was thinking about looking in on them, Mark and Vanessa walked into the kitchen holding hands. "Hi you two, everything ok," Amy asked. "Everything is good Beautiful, thank you," Mark said. "So are you going to get some clothes or do I get to pick?" Amy let Mark pack for her one time and ended up with four bras, no panties and a pair of shorts for a ski trip. Luckily she checked, and it had become a running joke. "Umm, no baby, that's ok," she said. "I'm going, I'm going. I love you two," she said and pulled them both into a hug and went to pack. Amy walked back in to find Vanessa talking to Denise about the evening's plans, making sure that their "driver" was ok with driving. Shaking her head, Amy walked in with her things she would need for a night as Mark walked back into the room. He looked like a kid on Christmas Eve and was almost vibrating. "Are any of you ladies doing anything Monday?" He asked in a mild tone. "I took Monday off baby," Vanessa answered trying to figure out where he was going. "I don't have a class until 3 that afternoon," Amy said. "I'm supposed to be back by noon," Denise answered. "Would it be ok with you to spend an extra night at the resort? Please, please, please with sugar on top." "I'm not sure, let me think about it. Are you staying too?" Vanessa said with a giggle and slid back into his arms. "If you are count me in, I'll stay in a tent with you if I have to." Amy smiled at Vanessa and the picture of contentment that the two made and almost said no, wanting to give them time alone. If she read things right she figured a lot more than a dresser drawer full of Vanessa's things would be making the trip to Mark's place soon, and nodded yes with a big grin. Denise was at a loss and didn't know what to say as Mark waited on the last reply. "I've got to call and clear it with Brad first, otherwise I'm good," she said. "I just talked to Brad and the people at the hotel and everything is set. Have you got enough clothes for the extra night? I think we can take tomorrow and just beach bum it as long as that's ok with you ladies." Mark coasted to a stop out of breath. They all looked at Mark and grinned. "That sounds perfect baby," Vanessa answered for the group. "I'm not sure what to say," Denise said after she had a chance to think. "How about "surfs up"," Mark asked. "Just think of it as a tip for being an awesome driver if that makes it better. You didn't have to stall on the way here this afternoon. I just want to say thank you." He finished with a smile. "Surf's up indeed," Denise said with a laugh. "We're taking the car back to the house; do you want to ride with us or Denise?" Mark asked Amy. "I'll ride with Denise," Amy said and dropped what she was carrying as she saw Mark hand the keys to Vanessa. No one but Mark and one valet had driven Lisa's car. If she hadn't known before, she knew now. Vanessa was already walking around the car when Mark stopped her and handed her the keys. "Are you sure baby?" she whispered. "A million percent Ness, I love you and I still mean forever," he said as he kissed her. "I love you too baby, and you're stuck with me," Vanessa said as his lips settled on hers. Amy and Denise let Mark help them with their doors and watched as the two lovers disappeared over the rise, then went back in the house to give them some time alone. *********** "Fuck me running," blazed through his mind. Mark was convinced that he could hear a squirrel fart at this point. Nothing he had done had made sleep anything more than a hazy illusion. The only thing keeping him in bed were the feminine charms surrounding him. Smiling to himself, he started thinking about how he could be laying in his rack on the boat with insomnia and rolled over to snuggle up behind Vanessa, Amy shifting behind him. *********** Vanessa was a nervous wreck by the time they completed the five minute trip in fifteen. The two times she stalled the car almost had her in tears as she waited for the expected, and in her mind well deserved, ridicule. The second time she started getting out to swap seats and head off the aftermath, only to feel his hand on hers. When she looked up, all she saw was understanding and more patience than she thought possible. "Ness, you're doing fine. Take a few breaths and start over. I think it took me an hour to get used to that clutch." Mark pulled the car into the garage as Vanessa shook her head when he hit the opener. He pulled the door behind him and found himself with his arms full of a very flustered beauty and carried her into the house. "Take me to our bed sweetheart," Vanessa whispered. Mark felt his cock inflating as her words and tone worked their magic, and would have pinched himself if he'd had a free hand. Vanessa had locked her legs around his waist and he pressed her against the wall, kissing her with a growing passion. He could feel the heat through his shirt as she ground against him, and slid his hands down to cup her ass. "Bed, Mark," Vanessa said through clenched teeth. She felt as if there was a fire inside her, and had to get Mark to do something, anything, to quench it. He felt her hands helping him out of his clothes as he kicked the door closed. Once he kicked the pants from around his ankles, he started to his knees, eager to reacquaint himself with her body. One look into Vanessa's eyes told him that she had other plans. "No, lover, we'll have all the time in the world for that. Right now you need to fuck me like you did on the way to Amy's before they get here and get to listen." Vanessa finished with a sultry grin as she spread her legs and pulled them wider with her hands. Mark looked down at her pussy and wondered how she could still want him anywhere close to it. It was red and swollen, albeit with a stream of their cum sliding out of her. Although he did agree with her about the audience, he had to taste her and put his hands on hers, pressing her knees around her ears. Vanessa was insatiable. "Mark, baby, please slide that beautiful cock in me. I need you to fuck me again. Oh fuck, that feels so good. Eat me!" Mark decided to skip the formalities and sucked her lips into his mouth, fucking her with his tongue. When he was sure he didn't need both hands on her legs, he started stroking her clit with his thumb. He could see Vanessa's inner lips and asshole start to clench as she got closer and without thinking slid a finger through the tight bud. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 08 Vanessa figured Mark would ignore her pleas, but agreed with him, there were no bad answers. So when Mark dove headfirst into her pussy, she rode the waves he generated and was well on her way when she felt him slip a finger in her ass. The unexpected stimulation, coupled with the way his tongue was slithering into her, finished the job. She put her feet flat on his back and tried to stuff his head inside her with her hands, thrusting against his tongue as he held her in place. Mark felt the pressure on the back of his head ease and ran a hand through Vanessa's thick fluid, lubing the head of his cock. She still had her eyes closed as the aftershocks came to the party and didn't see him line his cock up with her swollen lips. That changed as she felt the thrust of his hips that shoved the head into her tender pussy. Her eyes flew open as she felt the intrusion and could only grunt and pant as he worked his length into her. With one last pass to make sure that he had her cum spread around, he pulled back and fucked her like he meant it. She was in heaven as he stroked into her, his thighs pinning her to the bed as he picked up speed, the soreness once again translating into pleasure. "Maaaarrrkkkkk," was all she could manage as she felt him rearranging the furniture in her lady parts to make room for him. The times before had been good, but this was amazing. She might need help walking, but all she wanted was him to fuck her eyes shut. Mark was walking the fine line of pleasure and pain. The workout Vanessa had given his cock threatened to wear all of the skin off, but it felt too good to stop. He looked down and saw the way her lips were distended and gripping his shaft, and knew he shouldn't have. "Mark, fuck me, baby, give it to me. Please cum for me baby. Put it where it belongs, right in my tight cunt," Vanessa panted, watching the effect her words had on her lover. He was fine until he heard the emphasis on the word "cunt" and looked into her eyes as he felt the spasms in his balls, the head pulsing deep inside her. There couldn't be anything left to leave in her, but his throbbing nuts didn't know that. Vanessa had just enough time to take a breath as she felt him shove into her as the head found more places that needed remodeling. She pulled Mark's face down to kiss him and came as she gasped against his mouth. Feeling him settle his weight down on her, she let out satisfied sighs as she ran her fingernails along his spine and hooked her feet around his legs. Mark had no idea how long he and Vanessa had been lost in each others' eyes, but he heard giggles from the den as Amy and Denise saw the path of destruction he had left in his wake trying to get to the bedroom. He had just rolled off Vanessa and covered them up when he heard a soft knock on the door. "Are you decent, sweetheart?" Amy asked with a giggle. The way the den looked, she would have been surprised if the bed was still in one piece. "Actually I think phenomenal comes closer, just come in," Mark said with a laugh of his own. Amy poked her head in and smiled. Vanessa was curled up with Mark's arm pulled around her and she could almost see the teddy bears floating around the sated woman. "We don't have to do anything tonight, sweetie. If you want to hang here, it would be fine," Amy said and saw that she was wasting her breath. "Umm, how does no sound? You're not getting out of it that easy, missy. Give us a few and we'll be out. I love you, Amy, thank you," Mark finished. "I love you too, cutie. You want coffee?" Amy asked with a smile as she saw him bite off the request. Mark and Vanessa rinsed off. He finished first and went out to talk to their guests as he waited for Vanessa to finish. They started talking about graduation, something that he had managed to forget. "No, we don't need to have...," Mark froze as he saw Vanessa walk in. She had on an old pair of jeans that fit like a second skin and one of his shirts. It wasn't so much what she was wearing, it was the look in her eyes and the way she had let Mark help "style" her hair. Amy and Denise were sitting with their backs to the hall and Vanessa. Both of them looked at Mark waiting for him to finish what he was saying. It wasn't until Amy followed his eyes and saw her. Even when she wasn't trying, Vanessa oozed sex appeal and it was pouring off her in waves. Amy hid a small grin and looked at Mark again, knowing that he never had a chance. She finally had to revise that to neither one of them standing a chance when she saw the way the two of them looked at each other and slipped away again. Vanessa came into the den and stopped, her vision narrowed as she saw Mark. She vaguely acknowledged Amy and Denise, then curled around him and put her head on his chest, smiling when his arms wrapped around her. Amy just watched and finally let the smile that she had been smothering pop loose. She took the respite to redirect the argument, knowing that she would have a willing accomplice in Vanessa and tried again. "Mark, I really do think we need to celebrate your graduation," seeing him start to rise to the bait, then seeing the pit just before Vanessa shoved him in it. "Yeah, baby, I think it would be great," Vanessa said after she saw the small wink from Amy. "We could have streamers and cake and punch an..." breaking off as his face starting turning red. Mark couldn't believe Vanessa. She couldn't possibly thin..., his mental rant interrupted by ten fingernails sneak attacking him. "Wow, you almost had me convinced you were behind this party thing," stopping as he saw the look on her face. "We are going to have one, baby, we're just going to skip the Barbies and punch." Mark gave up and decided to try to fight that battle later. The group headed back to the beach, the time considerably shorter and more PG-rated. The ladies gave Mark enough time to snuggle down into his happy place, before once again pressing the attack. Amy had the trump card this time, though. "Baby, why don't we just have everyone come up and have a late supper on the overlook? That way we won't have to waste all of that time getting ready," Vanessa finished with a look that had his considerably worn cock considering the possibility of life after death. Amy heard the quiet moan and knew Mark had cracked. It wasn't that she didn't want to go; it was more that she didn't need to go anywhere to have fun with her friends. "Sweetheart, we can't help that it only takes you twenty minutes to turn into a stud. It takes a long time to get these homely things ready to be presentable," Amy said, hearing an answering snicker from Denise. Amy left off the obvious about the length of time it took Vanessa to walk out as sex personified. She was also honest enough to know she looked good and didn't need the stuff either, something Mark had chipped away at until she made the concession of no makeup around him. Denise was no slouch either, and if Mark had the time she was sure to start hearing the familiar refrain. Mark just shook his head, turned red and gave in. Once the group made it back to the hotel, Mark insisted that Amy and Denise came up after Amy finished checking in. The couple had just settled in on the couch as the door chimed and Amy and Denise walked in. "Hey, beautiful lady types," Amy and Denise heard the lazy greeting floating over the back of the couch on the sea breeze. "Hey sweetheart, hi cutie," Amy said and leaned over the couch to kiss her "little brother" and honorary "sister". Seeing that they had settled in, Amy took Denise on the grand tour. Amy had been in the suite to decorate and then again to bring the wine, but there hadn't been time to stop and enjoy the views. They were spectacular, and she and Denise soaked them in before they completed the circuit. The last place they saw was the war zone that Mark and Vanessa had made of the master suite earlier. They were still laughing when they walked back into the living room. "Are you sure you want company?" Amy asked the pair snuggled up on the couch. "Yes, I am. How can I say thank you if you aren't here?" he said to Amy and turned to Denise. "You and mom went to school together, didn't you," he asked their driver? "She talked about you a lot," he said, as he heard the gun shots echoing through his mind. Vanessa and Amy both heard him slipping back in time, and shared a look as Amy slid in next to Mark. Both women wrapped their arms around him and started trying to talk him back. Denise just sat and watched what she had caused. "Denise, please don't go. You didn't set that useless fu...," Mark paused to calm down. "Even if you had been there, you couldn't have convinced her to leave. So please do me a favor and stay for fifteen minutes, and then if you want to go, you can." Denise looked up and caught Amy looking at her, her eyes a plea to stay, and she saw Vanessa still talking softly in Mark's ear. She wanted to go, but she also wanted to know the man Lisa's son had grown to be. "Are you sure Mark?" Denise asked ignoring Amy for the moment. "Yes I am, and I'm sorry; it just sneaks up at the worst times. Supposedly, it will fade with time and I guess it has a little, but it doesn't feel like it sometimes." Mark said as he felt his mental feet slipping a little and hugged Amy and Vanessa tighter. "Okay, but only if you're sure, and only fifteen minutes," Denise said as she sat back down and really watched how he interacted with the girls. Each one got a piece of him to work on; Vanessa led his heart and Amy his soul from their field trip into his own version of hell. His heart wanted vengeance, but his soul wanted peace. Amy settled back and started talking to Denise while she ran her hands through Mark's hair and let the normalcy of it soothe him. She felt him nodding as Vanessa talked to him and knew he was almost back. Vanessa saw Denise sit down as she and Amy shared small talk. If someone really listened to what they said it wouldn't make any sense; they were Mark's background music. Settling against him as he relaxed Vanessa started doing the same thing in his ear, at first it was one-sided, but eventually she started getting nods and then small smiles. "I love you, Mark Thompson, and I'm all yours." Vanessa paused then yanked him the rest of the way back. "You know I didn't put on a bra and panties, right?" Mark had been following the sounds and feelings back to where most people lived. Sometimes it felt more like he had a vacation home there. His fulltime residence was a dark place where anger, hate and retribution were the norm. The trip down was nothing more than a thought, but the way up was a flight of what seemed a million stairs He didn't really know he had been responding until he heard what Vanessa said. She might as well have set off a flare in his head, showing him that he had a shortcut right in front of him. "Oh fuck, that's hot," Mark groaned. That's when he noticed that the four female eyes that hadn't been attached to the statement were looking at him a little wide-eyed. "Umm, sorry," Mark stammered and was stopped from getting up by a very determined brunette. "Welcome back, baby. I love you," Vanessa said as she held him in place with her eyes. "I love you too, Ness. Thank you." Mark stopped for a second and continued after gathering his thoughts. "And thank you too, and you know I love you," he said to Amy and took a deep breath and turned to Denise. "I'm sorry you had to see that, it's embarrassing and I feel horrible that I upset you. Can we start our clock now please?" Denise just nodded, not trusting herself to say anything and not cry. Lisa would have been proud of her little boy, and she realized that the clock was gone. Once everything settled down, the three friends included the older one as the minutes turned to hours. The group had supper on a spot that was an extended balcony behind the bedroom. Where the normal balcony that circled the suite was six feet wide, this spot was fifteen feet wide and was situated with the stars, moon, and ocean acting as the backdrop. The last four feet of the floor were glass and offered the chance to "float" three hundred feet up. The candle flames flickering in the soft breeze made sparkles of light shoot from the glasses and flatware, turning the table into a sparkling island in the sea of stars. Denise spent most of the meal trying to wrap her mind around the man sitting across the table from her. Mark was different from any kid she had exposure to, all of the things one would call normal behavior for someone in his age group had either been discarded or transformed. The way he had pulled his shells around Amy and Vanessa was nice, but the way he made them feel was even better. Amy had warned her about the wearing makeup card, and sure enough, four hours past the fifteen minute expiration, Mark played it. "Denise, why do you wear makeup? You don't wear much anyway and you really don't need it." Mark said. Denise took the chance to really look at Amy's and Vanessa's faces and noticed that they had washed their faces, the fresh look glowing. "I'm not young and blessed with skin like these ladies. I'd look hideous without it," Denise said as she looked across the table, knowing what was coming. "Would you do me a favor and just try it around us this one time, and then I'll leave it alone?" "Well, I guess I could. I can't hold a candle to Amy or Vanessa, though," Denise stopped when she saw Mark shaking his head. "You don't have to Denise, you are you and they are them," Mark paused and started laughing when he replayed what he said. "You are you and they are them? Sheesh, now that was profound. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, they are who they are and that shouldn't make a difference. Please." Denise saw Amy smiling at her as she found herself walking into the bathroom to wash her face. He was right, she really didn't wear that much. She stood looking in the mirror mentally measuring herself against Amy and Vanessa. He was right again, what they looked like had no bearing on her, so taking a deep breath and the face wash she took the plunge. After drying her face, she saw a few laugh lines but that really was all. Her coloring and cheek bones gave her face a classic look and throw in the hazel eyes and brown hair she had to admit she looked quite pretty. She frowned and continued the trip down her body. She had gained a few pounds since college, but it seemed to be in the right places and she could afford to carry them at 5'7". She had filled in later than most girls and even she agreed her figure was good, the gym time paying off. Just as she was turning to leave the real question hit her, why was she listening to an eighteen-year-old? She shrugged her shoulders and looked in the mirror again and had to admit he was right. She finally walked back onto the balcony. "Wow, you look awesome, Denise." Mark said, and stood to hug the lady that had evolved into a link to his mom. "Thank you." The group stayed on the overlook through another two bottles of wine and shared hugs at the elevator as Amy and Denise left. Mark stayed to lock the doors and turned to see that Vanessa had shed her jeans and unbuttoned her shirt, allowing access to his roaming eyes. "Hi there, gorgeous," Mark said. "Hi yourself, handsome," Vanessa said, as she swayed toward him. All Mark could do was watch as she came closer, hypnotized by the movement of her hips. Vanessa slipped her arms around Mark's waist and started pulling him to the bedroom. Stopping when her legs hit the bed, she shrugged out of her shirt and turned to crawl into the middle of the bed, only stopping when she felt his hands slipping over her ass. As she was turning to look, she felt him press his lips against her aching pussy as his hands spread her apart. It really did ache, but she needed him more. Mark palmed each of Vanessa's ass cheeks and spread them, running his tongue through her swollen lips, his nose pressing into her ass. He started kneading the firm flesh as he flicked his tongue lightly across her clit, drawing soft moans from her as she arched her back to give him better access. Letting his mouth wander, he covered her pussy and ass with light nibbles and pecks. Vanessa rolled over and pulled Mark into a kiss, tasting herself on his lips as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. She trailed kisses along his jaw and down his neck, unbuttoned his shirt and reached for his jeans. Managing to get them unbuttoned and unzipped, she didn't notice Mark's grin until she had tried three times to get them down past his hips. Settling for the more expedient way to get his help, she slid her fingernails along his ribs, delighted that her lover had become more compliant. "Yikes! Okay, fine, I'll help already," Mark said between laughs. Mark rolled over to pull off the offending garment and ended up with a face full of Vanessa while his hands were busy. She reached down and spread her lips and settled them on his mouth, shuddering as he forgot his pants and concentrated on pleasing her. She could feel his nose on her clit as he started lapping at her opening, stopping to curl the tip in to tease her inner lips. "Baby, that feels so good. Please lick my clit, I need to cum. Mark, stop teasing me, you little shit, lick me!" Vanessa said as Mark kept the slow pace he had started with. She started trying to grind her hips against his mouth to get friction against her clit, but found his hands clamped on her ass, holding her in place. Vanessa tried his hair and stopped when she figured out that she was hurting him and it made no difference. She settled for rolling on her side, Mark rolling with her. His tongue continued working at the slow pace that was keeping her on the edge of an ever-growing peak. She grabbed her nipples and started twisting them in time with his tongue, willingly abetting her lover's efforts. Mark felt Vanessa finally give in to the rhythm he set and looked up to see the lust staring back at him as she lost herself to his tongue. He pulled back a little and started making figure eights around her clit, pussy and ass, all the while fondling her mind through the connection of their eyes. She had started running her fingers through his hair and he could feel her slow down, trusting him to take her where she wanted to go. She had propped her head up on a pillow so she could see Mark as he made love to her with his mouth. She had to stop what she was doing to her nipples, as they were shoving her along too fast, and she was happy to let him take her at his pace. Vanessa shivered when she saw him pull back and let her watch his tongue as it made love to her. Seeing the tip as it flicked her clit made her suck in a gasp as she felt her pussy clench. He had her walking the line where just a touch more would trip her into her orgasm, and she became a willing victim. "Oh fuck, that's so good," she moaned and pulled back from his tongue just enough to ease the pressure, smiling when she saw the gleam in his eyes. "I love you, Ness," Mark whispered and eased her back to the edge. Mark felt Vanessa pull back and felt her fingers ease off as she helped him build her orgasm. He started covering her lips with small kisses, each touch pulling a sigh or moan from his lady. He could feel her as she gasped when he slipped down and feathered his tongue across her ass, teasing the little bud with the tip. Vanessa almost gave in when she felt Mark's tongue teasing her asshole. The first time that he had touched it surprised her. First, that he would want to and second, that it excited her as much as it did. She had to warn him when she felt his finger start spreading her cum around it, her orgasm fighting to rip through her. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 08 "Easy sweetheart, I'm so close," she moaned through clenched teeth, fully complicit in her torture. Turning his head and kissing her thighs, Mark let Vanessa ease back before he turned the heat up again. He slid his tongue in long sweeps up the junctions of her thighs, dragging more sexy sounds from her. When he started nipping along the same paths she gasped in time with his teeth and he stopped when he saw her muscles tightening. Vanessa wasn't sure how much more she could take, but she was determined to turn control of her pleasure over to her mate. When Mark started nipping, she almost slipped over but was "saved" when he settled for laying his head on her thighs, his fingers stroking her legs. She could feel the spring coiling tighter as even the touches he sprinkled across her shins translated into kindling. "Baby, please...," Vanessa pressed out. Mark kissed his way up to her mouth, tracing a line through her belly button and around her nipples. He could feel her shivering from the contact and nibbled on her neck before kissing her and starting the trip back to her desperate pussy. Vanessa warned him two more times and was reduced to moans and sighs as Mark took her to that razor thin line again and again. She could feel her pussy and nipples throbbing, begging for anything that would set off the impending explosion inside her. He considered taking her farther but saw the way the trickle of her cum had turned into a steady stream as he watched her pussy spasming. Mark slid two fingers into his mouth and blew across her clit pulling a groan from her as she fought against the inevitable. Vanessa had her hands wrapped into the comforter, in effect tying them down, and her eyes squeezed shut knowing that one look into Mark's eyes would set her off. She felt the soft puff of air on her clit and knew she wouldn't be able to do anything to stop it. Mark watched his lady straining against her orgasm and blew once more before sucking her clit, pressing his tongue against it, and slipping the two fingers deep inside. Vanessa tensed and felt the flood gates open as she looked down at Mark pleasuring her, his eyes staring up into hers as she lost herself. There weren't words to describe it, just unintelligible sounds and lights that went off in her head. Her body convulsed around his fingers and lips, the sweet release almost painful in its intensity as he continued pushing her higher. She felt his teeth settle on her clit and nip it, and she finally found her voice. "Mark, eat your pussy, baby, fuck me with your fingers, oh fuck, that's the spot, push hard, oh fuck oh fuck, it's so good," Vanessa said and settled for wordless noises. Mark thought about stopping briefly, but since he couldn't go anywhere with Vanessa's beautiful body wrapped around his head, he went back to pleasing her. He stroked her faster with his fingers and heard her draw a breath and dissolve again, his tongue adding the counterpoint. When he felt her relax he pulled his fingers out of her soaked pussy and heard her take a deep shuddering breath, only to scream it back out as he shoved her back against his tongue with both hands. "Please baby, I can't cum again. Please fuck me, sweetheart. Give me your cock, Mark. Oh fuck me, I'm cumming again. Oh shit, noooo," Vanessa drew out the last word as she felt her pussy clamping down again. "Please, Mark, fuck me baby." Mark rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled her hips up and slipped into her, slowly working his way deeper. He felt her shift back further onto his cock and started stroking into her, hands on her ass as he watched his cock disappear. "Oh, shit, that feels so good baby. Harder." Vanessa panted as she put her head on her arms. "Fuck me, dammit!" Mark started easing deeper into her, until he bottomed out on each stroke "Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me like you did earlier. Take that tight cunt, baby." Vanessa knew he was holding back and didn't find out why until he grabbed her ass and shoved forward, his cock exploring fresh territory. Not expecting him to be able to get any deeper, she screamed and tensed as she felt the head sinking in. Mark froze and pulled out before Vanessa could say it was okay, and it didn't matter that she said to. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he said as he smoothed her hair back from her face. "It's okay, baby, I just didn't know it would do that. Let me rest and we can give it another try. I love you." "I love you, too, Ness, and we'll see about another try. Tonight was for you, now let me see about getting you cleaned up," he said with a smile and slid out of bed. Vanessa watched him go and felt like shit. She was the one that pushed, not him. She was still in the middle of beating herself up as he came back in and saw the look on her face. Mark put the warm cloth on her pussy and held it in place. "It really is okay, Ness, you've got to be sore and I should have taken it easy. I didn't mean to hurt you." "But what about you?" "I'll be fine," Mark said as he turned out the light and felt her roll into the shelter of his arm. Sharing another kiss, they drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Mark and Vanessa almost didn't make it to the beach. She came out in her bikini, the red slips of cloth barely covering her. Spitting coffee all over himself when she paused to model the suit, Mark only stopped long enough to put his cup down before throwing her over his shoulder on the way back to bed. "Mark, put me down. We're supposed to meet the others," Vanessa said giggling. "Put me down, you big brute! Oh shit, not like that!" Vanessa squeaked as she was bouncing on the bed where he dropped her. "Sweetheart, we can't," she started and cut off with a gasp as he pulled her hips up to meet his mouth, sucking her clit through the thin fabric. "Baby, oh fuck, that's good. I guess we can be a little late." She started laughing when Mark looked at her and felt him nodding his head, choosing not to talk with his mouth full. Mark untied the thin strings of the bikini bottom, pulled the skimpy garment off and dropped it before making a brief stop at her hip bones on the way back to her pussy. Slipping his hands inside her top, he cupped her breasts and squeezed them, slipping them out of their meager covering. Vanessa didn't really mind being late; she still felt horrible about leaving Mark hanging last night. That, and she couldn't seem to get enough of him. Twisting to the side, she grabbed the leg of his trunks and pulled him around so she could get her hand around his cock. When she sucked the head through her lips she felt him groaning into her, his tongue momentarily stopping. Rolling over and pulling Vanessa on top of him, Mark felt one of her hands cupping his balls and the other stroking him as she ran her tongue over the head. Running his nails along her spine, he rested his hands on her head as she started sucking him deeper, pulling him to the back of her throat each time. "Ness, that feels so fucking good, baby." Vanessa couldn't believe the feelings going through her. First there were the ones from his hands on her head and then there were the ones coming from knowing she was pleasing her mate. The spark she was getting from pleasing Mark was the easy part; she would have to figure out the thrill of his hands guiding her head later. Mark lost himself in the pleasure that Vanessa was giving him, idly slipping his tongue through her cum as it flowed over her clit. He had an ongoing discussion with his hands about not "helping" her fit more of him in her mouth. It was hard enough to wrap his head around her sharing his bed, but then to add that he was the "teacher" and it made everything seem a bit surreal. "Baby, if you keep that up I'm going to cum," Mark sighed as she took another taste of his pre-cum. "Not yet, sweetheart, there's someplace I want it right now. You can feed it to me later though," she said with a feigned innocence. "Oh fuck, Ness, you better hush or it'll be moisturizer," he groaned as her sexy tone trimmed his control. Vanessa lifted off his face and pressed her face and shoulders into the bed and presented her wet pussy to Mark. Just the thought of giving her body to him to use had her on the verge of cumming. She felt him shifting around on the bed and drew a sharp breath when she felt his hands on her hips, and his lips slipping along her spine. When he made it to the nape of her neck and started nibbling, she lost her battle with her first orgasm. "Mark, take me dammit. Fuck me please, baby." Mark found his teeth running along the curve of her neck as he pressed himself across her hips and back. He knew she had given him her body to use, but he still needed to reassure himself. "Are you sure, Ness, I don't want to hurt you, after last night...," he hesitated, not wanting to inflict the screams again. "Fuck yes, baby, please. If you want to start slow, that's okay, but please use me. It's good, Mark, and we'll deal with it, later. Now, I need you," Vanessa said and gave Mark the last part of herself. Mark felt what he named his "Inner Cujo" coming, and he had no idea what to do. It scared the shit out of him, he wanted it so much. He wanted to leave handprints on her ass and finger marks on her tits. He wanted to feel her nails scratching him and her teeth in his skin. He wanted to fuck, not make love. He wanted to use her as much as she wanted him to. He also knew that he needed to put it on a chain until he could come to terms with it. Mark found his hand wrapped in her hair as he pulled her back against his chest, his free hand slipping around to squeeze her tits, pulling and twisting her nipples. He felt her pushing back against him and slid his cock into the slippery channel of her pussy lips as he slid his teeth back to the base of her neck. "Please, baby," Vanessa whimpered, not entirely sure what she was asking for. When she felt his teeth back against her skin, she reached back and rubbed his cheek trying to tell him it was okay. She held her breath as she pulled his mouth closer, afraid he wouldn't be able to do it, then hissed as she heard a snarl and felt his teeth pulling the skin on her neck. Not able to wait any longer, Vanessa reached down to rub her clit. "Get your fingers off of that, it's mine," Mark rasped in her ear. Smiling, she rubbed faster. "I said stop," Mark growled, a stinging swat on her ass adding emphasis.. "Ohhh, fuck yes," Vanessa moaned and redoubled her efforts. Mark grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back, shoving her shoulders into the mattress and using his right hand to swat her upturned cheeks. They were glowing pink when he pulled her back up by her hair, her breath heavy. "Only a whore likes that. Is that what you are, Vanessa? Are you my whore?" Mark asked. "Fuck yes, baby. I'm your whore. Take me and use me like your nasty slut deserves," Vanessa moaned. Mark let go of her hands, flipped her over and straddled her face. He looked into Vanessa's eyes and saw the mirror image of the flames he felt. When he reached down and pulled her face against his cock, she pressed her lips closed and stared at him defiantly. Rolling off, he put Vanessa back on her face and spanked her ass harder, imparting a bright red color, and pulling gasps from her. Trying again, he rolled her over. This time she opened her mouth. "Stick out your tongue, bitch. Lick this," as he spread his precum on her face with the swollen head of his cock. Vanessa meant what she said about being his whore, there wasn't anything that he could ask from her that she wouldn't do to please him. She felt her pussy tingling when he started rubbing his cum on her face. She came when he started smacking her tongue and cheeks with the swollen head. Mark slid back and put his cock between Vanessa's tits, grabbed her nipples and used the swollen nubs to hold them in place around his shaft. He grabbed her hair again and bent her neck up so her chin was on her chest. "Open your mouth again, slut," Mark said and started fucking her cleavage ending each stroke on her tongue. " "Are you my cocksucker?" "Fuck yes, Mark." Mark reached back and spread Vanessa's legs and brought his hand down on her pussy in a wet smack. "Oh fuck, yes," Vanessa moaned. "Open them back up, whore," Mark snarled and smacked her clit again when she complied. "Oh fuck, that's good. Fuck me Mark!" Mark shifted forward and rubbed the head against her tongue, watching as his fluid coated it. "Fuck me, you bastard! Use your cunt and jam that nasty prick of yours in me. Make your whore cum!" Vanessa finished in a scream. He rolled her back over on hands and knees and leaned in and bit her ass, leaving teeth marks. Pulling her labia with his teeth, he reached up and started rubbing her clit in fast circles, hearing her building to her orgasm. Pausing long enough to nip her clit, he slid up closer and pushed his cock into her, not stopping until his stomach was against her glowing cheeks. Vanessa was reduced to the inferno that Mark was creating. Everything he did translated into sexual tingles as she lost herself in the sensations. When she felt his cock pressing into her, she felt the start of her orgasm and it built as he picked up speed. Lost in the moment, she started shoving back to meet him and screamed as he reached deeper. Mark felt Vanessa push back onto his cock and heard her scream. Two things happened. The first was that he grabbed her hips and locked her in place as he emptied himself into her pussy. The second was that he snapped back to the scene and felt everything collapse around him. He took a second to look at the collection of hand prints on her ass, the fresh bite on her neck and heard the sobs from Vanessa. He pulled out of her with an audible pop and walked into the bathroom, retching as he reached the toilet. Vanessa was floating back from the heights that Mark had taken her to and knew there was something wrong. She looked over her shoulder and didn't see him although she heard the shower running. Getting up and heading to the bathroom, she opened the door and didn't see Mark, stopping when she heard a noise. "Mark?" Hearing the noise again she opened the shower door and found Mark curled in a ball on the floor. Panic set in as she looked for blood but saw none then looked into the blank slates that passed for his eyes. "Mark, sweetheart. I'm so sorry. I love you, baby." Vanessa settled down next to him and stayed there until the water started getting cold. Turning it off, she dried herself before wrestling him out of the shower and onto the mat. Drying him as well as she could, she pulled on a pair of shorts and shirt. "Amy, I need your help," Vanessa said when the phone stopped ringing. "Mark?" "Yes, I wouldn't listen and pushed him into something. Just hurry, please," she said as she dissolved into a weeping mess. Amy found Vanessa wrapped around Mark as he sat on the bath mat. "Let's get him somewhere else," Amy said and pulled Vanessa into a hug. "C'mon. Help me get him up." Amy and Vanessa got Mark on his feet and took him back to the bed. Once they got him comfortable, Amy pulled Vanessa into the living room and down to the couch, hugging her until the tears stopped. "I don't know how I could be this stupid," Vanessa started. "I still don't really know how to say this." "I take it that it had something to do with sex?" Amy asked, getting a nod. "There's only two things that I can think of that would do this and since I doubt you were talking about Lisa...," Amy stopped as she saw another nod. "I don't know what happened. We were getting ready and Mark really liked the bikini I had on. Anyway, it was like I wanted him to finish taking the rest of me. I told him it was okay, and it was until the very end. For me, anyway," Vanessa stopped and her tears started flowing again. Mark was vaguely aware that he was on the bed and that Amy and Vanessa had put him there. He could only imagine what Vanessa thought of him now. When he remembered the way he embraced that side of himself, he felt his stomach churning again. He tried thinking of something else but all he saw was Vanessa's face, a hurt and betrayed look plainly displayed. Mark heard Amy and Vanessa talking in the living room and considered staying where he was, hoping he and Vanessa could still be friends. Throwing his trunks and a shirt on, he walked into the living room and stopped, waiting for the accusations. He was just looking up when he felt Vanessa's body hit his and waited for the rest, determined not to hurt her again. It didn't sink in that she had wrapped her arms around his waist and his shirt was soaked. Neither of them noticed Amy slipping into the elevator, "I love you so much, baby. I'm so sorry. I needed you so bad," Vanessa said as she sobbed against his chest. "Ness, I'll understand if you hate me. I didn't mean to let it get out. I'll have Denise run you home," Mark said looking down. Vanessa didn't really look at Mark when he came in, she just knew that she had to fix her mess. It wasn't until she heard what he said that she looked at his eyes. He was floating in a self-imposed purgatory. Pulling him down on the couch, she climbed in his lap and straddled his legs. Holding his face, she put her eyes directly in his line of sight and kissed him softly. When she saw his eyes focus, she saw the guilt and disgust in them. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I pushed and you told me. I needed you to do what you did though. The only thing that is still tender is your pussy where you fucked it so damned good." Mark just looked at her for a minute before the words made sense. The fact that she was okay didn't mitigate his loss of control or his eagerness to let the animal loose. "I wanted to, Ness. It was like there was two of me and it scared me. It scares me now. What happens the next time he decides to play? What if I really hurt you?" Mark slid off into a sickening place as he put his fears on the table. "We'll handle it when he comes back to play. I admit that it was a bit scary, but my inner beast needed yours to grab me by the scruff and mate with me. And just in case you didn't notice, it was fucking awesome. Not something that I would want every day...but so damn good!" Vanessa finished with a shy smile. "I'm sorry I called you those names," Mark paused not knowing how to continue. "You can say anything, you know that, right?" Vanessa said into the quiet. "I know, baby. I guess it's disturbing that a part of me got turned on by treating the lady I love like a whore. And I know you said it was okay, but please leave Cujo in his cage until I can make him play nice. I'm sorr...," Mark stopped as Vanessa slipped her tongue into his mouth. "I love you, Mark, and I am those things for you. Just wait and hear me out," Vanessa said as he started shaking his head. "I told you I would do anything you could ask, so I guess that would make me your whore and slut." Vanessa stopped and looked up with an evil gleam in her eyes. Mark had stuffed Cujo in his kennel, chained the door closed and was just warming back up to the lady in his lap when he stopped. "I know I heard two people earlier. Where did Amy go?" Mark asked. "Why don't we go for a walk and see if we can find them. I want to show off the stud of a man I'm in love with anyway," Vanessa said laughing as she swatted him. "Yes, I meant you." "Hi sweetheart, are you ok?" Amy asked when Mark and Vanessa came down the beach. There was still a little of the haunted look in his eyes that she had seen earlier. She also noticed that he and Vanessa seemed more connected, if that was possible, as well as the vivid new hickey on her neck. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 09 First I would like to apologize for the length of time with no activity. Real life reared its ugly head. Now that I can work on this a bit, I started working Chapter nine up, and went back through to check a few things, and found myself looking at some necessary edits. They are clarifications and streamlines mainly, with one foreshadowing element added. This isn't meant as a stand alone story, and as such, you might want to read the first eight chapters first, otherwise you might end up as lost as I normally seem to be. In the interest of full disclosure there are a couple of things that you should keep in mind when you read on. I started this with the initial premise and a completely non-sexual dog that you meet in Chapter six. The story made it into the middle of the second chapter, and I found that the characters decided that they were going to change the script so to speak. There are quite a few people that got mad at something that was a phantom wandering around in the drafty halls between my ears. I'm not sure about your fantasy world, but mine has no STD's. If I'm thinking about what it would feel like to do whatever to whomever, I'm not going to stop myself and find out if the mental picture has anything communicable. I would like to thank "takemeaway my love" for the assistance. Thanks for taking the time, and please feel free to comment through the Lit profile. TNC ********* Mark woke when the sun popped up, his eyes feeling like he had sand in them. Sighing, he managed to extricate himself from between the two ladies and started getting ready for the day. Once he let Chief out and got the coffee started, he pulled out a pad and started making lists for the day. He had done rough lists and let Chief in before he settled in at the desk to finalize them. Sending the specs for the house addition to Doug Leonard, with a promise to call later, finished the parts he could remember and went to get breakfast started. Mark finished cooking and was turning to take coffee to the ladies when Amy came in wearing a sleepy smile and slid into his arms. She was still snuggling in when Vanessa came in and snuggled up against his other side. All he could do was sigh and kiss the top of their heads, letting the serenity they evoked settle him. They had just sat down to eat and the bat phone rang. "Mark," he answered. "Good morning, it's Adam. Are we still good for 10?" "Yes sir we are, and thanks again for the help last night. Any luck on that number for the car?" Mark said, the second surprise brewing in his head. "Not yet, but I should have it by the time we get to the range. What distances were you looking for? We've got access to all of them, although we'll have to stop off and pick up a little heavier hardware if you want to reach out past 1000 yards," Adam said with a chuckle. "The fields around the house are about 350 yards aren't they?" Mark asked, mentally measuring distances. "That's to the fence, it's 363 to the house. You want to go to 500?" Adam asked. "Sounds like a plan, when do we need to be ready to leave?" "Let's plan on leaving at 10, that way we will be there by 1030." Adam answered. "Sounds good. What should we do with Chief?" Mark asked. "While we have people keeping an eye on things, go ahead and bring him," Adam answered. "Did you have a chance to get the list of investments together? I'd like to get started seeing if there are more rats waiting in the wings." "I think so, but I'm going to have Vanessa double check and I'll give them to you when we meet up. Do you want to have her ID the ones that your guys danced with then, as well?" Mark asked while Vanessa nodded. "That works, anything else," Adam asked. "Doug Leonard might be coming out to look at the property today, if you want to start with him. He's on the list anyway, but he's going to be drawing up an addition, and I don't want to blindside you." "Ok. If that's it, we can go over anything else at 10," Adam paused for a second before he hung up. Mark was lost in the details floating through his head, and forgot that he had two very curious ladies in attendance. Once his eyes focused, he filled them in on the half of the conversation they hadn't heard, mentally side-stepping the two extra points. With just over two hours to get ready, Mark grabbed his coffee and the pad figuring he would let the ladies get started. Vanessa grabbed his hand as he was sitting down and pulled him to his feet and toward the bedroom. She dropped her robe in the hall and let him drink in her curves as she led him by the hand. The ladies knew he didn't sleep much last night and while Vanessa was keeping Mark busy, Amy was rescheduling the morning for noon. Both of them knew he was still running on caffeine and adrenaline, and weren't above cheating to get him some rest. Vanessa stopped when the door closed, smiling when Mark slid behind her, his hands slipping around her breasts and his cock pressing into her ass. Reaching back, she grabbed his shorts and bent over to pull them down, putting his cock against her excited pussy, drawing a moan from her husband. He pulled an answering one from her when he slid his hands down to massage the cheeks of her ass. She crawled into the middle of the bed and waited for Mark to join her, rolling over and drawing him into her arms. Vanessa sighed when she felt his weight settle on her, although he still took some of it on his elbows. Wrapping her legs around his ribs, she took the chance to leisurely kiss him, savoring the feelings that just being able to touch him created in her. Mark knew they had time, so he let Vanessa set the pace, groaning when he felt her nails traveling the length of his back. Each fell into the other's eyes as they kissed, the added sensuality escalating their excitement. He could feel the heat emanating from her pussy when she ground it against his stomach, her hands pressing into his ass to get more friction. "Make love to me baby, please," Vanessa sighed in his ear and reached down, pressing the head between her swollen lips. This had started as a way to get Mark to lie back down, but she couldn't pass up the chance to have his cock inside her. Mark felt the head sliding through her slick lips and pressed until his pubic bone was pressed against her clit, drawing a sigh from Vanessa. He answered with one of his own when she started massaging his shaft with her pussy muscles. "That feels so fucking good Ness, milk me with your pussy," Mark moaned into her mouth. "You like that, baby? You like when your pussy squeezes that big cock? Oh fuck, you fill me up so good," Vanessa said and felt the twinges signaling her orgasm building. She thought she could feel his cock throbbing with his heartbeat and started squeezing in time with it. "I love you Ness, shit that feels good." "Give me your cum sweetheart. Shoot it in me and fill me up. I love you too, Mark, so much more than I ever thought possible," Vanessa finished, her eyes filling with tears. When Mark saw the emotion in Vanessa's eyes he felt two things, the first was an answering flood of emotion and the second was his orgasm. He felt Vanessa's walls start fluttering when she came and then felt the first shot of cum leave his body. The lovers spent themselves gasping into each others' mouth, the connection fully repaired between them. Mark let Vanessa pull him down and press her down into the bed, her contented purr making him smile. The last thing he remembered was her fingers running through his hair. Vanessa waited until she was sure Mark was asleep and slipped off to the shower, her sense of peace finally restored. She dressed for the range and stopped to watch Mark. It might sound cliché, but she loved him more now than she did a minute, a day, or a year ago. It was that thought that she carried with her as she walked into the den. "I love you Amy. Thank you," Vanessa said and pulled her friend into a tearful hug. "Is everything ok, Vanessa?" "Everything is wonderful again. I just wanted to say thank you," Vanessa said with a smile. "Well if that's all," Amy said with a giggle and pulled Vanessa into a hug. "We need to be ready to leave by noon and Adam has the pictures of the goons from last night for you to ID," Amy finished after the two settled at the table, just as they had thousands of times. Mark gradually slid back to the light with a nagging feeling that something was wrong. One glance at the clock was enough to answer the what, and he knew he had been ambushed by the ladies, again. He was pulling back the covers when Amy walked in with a cup of coffee and a smile. "Good morning baby. Please don't be mad at us. We knew you didn't sleep last night and everything is set to leave at noon instead." Amy said and put her most innocent look on. All Mark could do was smile and shake his head, and went to get ready. Mark had settled in between the ladies with a fresh cup of coffee when the bat phone rang. "Mark" "It's Adam. We're pulling the car around and should be ready to go in five minutes. I've also got that info you wanted and figured we could go over it when we get to the range." "Sounds good." The big Suburban that acted as lead vehicle was full of goodies when they got to the range. Adam had stopped to get some larger hardware. Four rifle cases and two dozen ammunition cases later, the truck was parked with just the four of them on a rifle range, tucked into a back corner of the base.. After a thorough safety and equipment briefing, the rifles they came with were replaced by M4's fitted with optics and chambered in a larger caliber. In addition there was a cannon, better known as the Barrett sniper rifle; and fine way to reach out and touch someone; a mile away. The three were finishing the pistol and rifle ranges when Adam got a call. He glanced at the trio once, and turned away to finish the call. He passed out new magazines for the weapons and was turning to get something from the truck when a car slid into the parking lot 100 yards away. When the doors all opened at once, Mark pushed Amy and Vanessa down on the other side of the sand bags that were used for shooting rests and grabbed two fresh magazines for the Barrett, chambering a big .50 caliber round. Vanessa was facing behind them with Mark and Amy facing the parking lot. Four men jumped from the car and each carried a weapon that resembled the M4's that Amy and Vanessa were carrying. The driver and passenger on the left side of the car were using the car for cover and the two on the passenger side were in the prone firing position. "I've got the one on the left Amy. Go." Mark said and squeezed the trigger on the Barrett, the report and muzzle blast dwarfing Amy's as she fired. The only thing that saved the man's life was that the scope was still sighted in at 1200 yards, the bullet passing close to thirty feet overhead. He was bringing the muzzle down to fix that oversight and saw all of the assailants face down with their hands as far away from a weapon as possible. That's when he heard a familiar voice cussing, and being very imaginative in his choice of phrasing. Jack counted himself a lucky man that Mark hadn't been on the big gun yet. He had finished running the pistols and the M4, and was waiting for the ladies to finish with the big weapon, when Adam got the phone call. He had been watching Mark and the girls through a spotter scope, and called to tell Adam to swap out the live rounds with the equivalent of souped up paintball rounds. He hadn't counted on Mark getting his hands on the Barrett. Now he was counting on his friend thinking between shots, and not sliding into "terminator" mode to protect the girls. There was a tense second when Mark asked Vanessa if she saw anyone behind them. When it was clear that this was the only group, Mark spun the scope back down closer to rock throwing distance for the weapon. "Jack, show me your face or this is going to get real fucking messy," Mark said between clenched teeth. The lucky man reached up with one hand and lifted the mask from his face. He heard the edge slipping into his friend's voice and needed to head that off as long as he was armed with that howitzer. "Easy Mark. The girls are safe. I shouldn't have done this without at least talking to you and I'm sorry, now can we back down some?" Jack asked. Mark clicked the safety on and got up, grabbed a handful of magazines for both pistold, and walked off toward the pistol ranges. "Fuck. I'll get him," Jack stopped, almost ronning into two very irritated women. "You want to get shot for real this time Jack?" Amy asked, her eyes flashing. They heard a series of shots ringing out as Mark ran the course; the only breaks were the sprints between the stations. Vanessa saw him first and took Amy to talk him back again, not sure what it would take this time. One look and she was glad they were both there. Mark's eyes were glassy and the veins were standing out on his forehead. The girls each grabbed an arm, turned him around, and started talking to him and each other; anything to help him through the mine field that he was walking. "Are you both ok?" "Yes sweetheart, we're fine. What about you?" Amy asked. "I'm fine," stopping when he saw them both winding up, "Ok, I'm not fine; all I saw was Jimmy standing there. Thank God the scope was off." Not caring if he had an audience, Mark grabbed first Vanessa and then Amy and kissed them, drawing peace from their connection. His hands were still shaking when he turned the group back toward the vehicles. "Let's not make this a habit Jack, this is two days in a row and next time you might not be as lucky," Mark said, grabbing Jack and hugging him. "Sorry about that gentlemen, I didn't mean to lose it. Are you all ok?" Mark asked the group with Jack. No one but Jack and the girls recognized Mark's meltdown. To everyone else he was a little more controlled than was to be expected and one of the luckiest bastards they knew. They had seen the way he kissed both beauties and the way Amy and Vanessa molded themselves to him when they stopped. "Let's go get some food, and maybe we can figure out a way for me not to point a gun at you tomorrow," Mark said with a small smile. Mark was heading for the car when Vanessa grabbed the keys and helped Amy stuff him in the back seat. They both knew he was still walking the tightrope over the pit and had no intention of letting him fall in. Amy crawled in next to Mark and pulled him into a hug, refusing to let him go until she felt him start relaxing against her. The thirty minute drive back to the Chief's club on base gave him time to recover and he started exploring Amy's curves. "No getting naked in the back seat you two, we're almost there," Vanessa said with a giggle. "Aw mom, you're no fun," Amy said with a laugh. Mark and Amy slid over the seat when they approached the gate, the guard shooting the same look at him as the men at the range had, when they went through. He figured that would become more common now that both of the ladies were with him. Over lunch, Mark, Vanessa, Amy, Jack and Adam went over the pictures that Vanessa needed to ID. There were a couple that looked like the back steps had kicked their asses a few extra times. They also went over Mark and Vanessa's investments and who to talk to at each. The group was almost done with lunch, and Mark had finished going over the information on the Lincoln, when Adam's phone rang. Mark slid away from the table and eased both the .45 and the 10mm in their holsters. "Mark, there won't be any more drills like that until we figure out the ground rules," Jack said, and watched Mark weighing how to keep the girls safe, "Mark, look at me. The girls are fine; no one is going to hurt them; especially now. Look around and you'll recognize most everyone in here. I almost wish our friend would try something now, there wouldn't be enough left to DNA test. I'm sorry about earlier, now slow down and breathe." Jack saw Mark look around the room and saw him relax for the first time. "Sorry," Mark said softly. That's when Jack noticed the rings on the girls' fingers. It's one thing to see them in the box and another to see them worn. Strangely enough, they looked just as natural on Amy as they did on Vanessa. He also noticed the identical look on their faces, almost like two lionesses that had their mate's back, and he supposed they did. Doug called shortly after things settled in and caused the gathering to close. After one more round of handshakes and hugs in Jack's case, the three started for the house with their escorts. Mark raised more than one set of eyebrows when he tossed the keys to Amy and climbed in the back with Vanessa. If they had needed a sign that said he was burned out, that was it. None of the group had ever seen Mark willingly not drive and then to climb in the back made it doubly rare. Vanessa climbed in the back seat not knowing what to expect. She knew he was working on next to no sleep and the stress of the past three days was starting to drain his reserves. She had time to share a look with Amy before Mark fell apart in her lap, finally reaching his limit to what he could take. All she could do was pull his head into her lap and let his tears soak the legs of her jeans. Mark felt his control slipping after the episode at the range and it went further when Adam's phone rang. It was all he could do to hold it together until he could get to the car and the haven that Amy and Vanessa gave him. The door was still swinging shut as he felt the dam burst and wash him downstream in the flood. Amy saw the anguish on Vanessa's face when they shared the look in the mirror. She was sure that her eyes reflected it as well; they both knew there wasn't anything they could do until the storm blew through. Reaching back, she grabbed Vanessa's hand and the two ladies drew strength from each other. Once they started talking, Mark seemed to calm and was soon sound asleep. Vanessa called Doug and shifted the meeting back a few hours and let Adam know. With a little over an hour to drive, Vanessa spent the time making small talk with Amy and running her fingers through Mark's hair. Mark woke up in bed, two feminine forms sleeping peacefully alongside him. He didn't remember anything after leaving the club. Knowing that Doug would be there shortly he started to wake up the ladies, stopping when he noticed that it was dark, and started chuckling to himself when he saw the clock. It was almost dawn. Making the call Mother Nature demanded, he snuggled back into the space between Amy and Vanessa, sighed happily and slipped back into a deep, dreamless sleep. Vanessa called Doug, and shifted his visit to the next day, when they had to get Adam's help getting Mark out of the car; an addition to the house could wait. The ladies took turns checking on Mark when he finally started sleeping off the effects of being up for the better part of five days. When he slept through supper, they tried to wake him up and finally gave up altogether and joined him for an early night. Mark woke up as usual and, for the first time in months, felt rested. Slipping out, he got the coffee started and made the two phone calls he didn't want an audience for while Amy and Vanessa were still asleep. As he hung up the phone, Vanessa climbed into his lap, straddling his legs and kissed him. "Good morning baby. Do you feel better?" Vanessa asked sleepily. "Much. Sorry for not being around last night. Did Doug come by?" "We rescheduled that for this afternoon and you know better than to apologize. You did scare Amy a bit though. She hasn't been around when you first get home," Vanessa said and leaned in to kiss Mark's neck. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 09 Vanessa shrugged her robe off and slid back to sit on the edge of the desk, her feet on Mark's shoulders. Shivers ran through her when he let his eyes caress her, her nipples hardening even more, begging for his attention. Mark started covering first one foot and then the other with soft kisses, making love to Vanessa's skin with his lips. Rubbing his cheek along her instep, he pulled his teeth across the smooth skin, her sighs fueling his desire. Vanessa never got enough of her husband and soul mate. It didn't hurt that he knew her body as well as she did and had never taken more than he had given. She had been his princess from the beginning and he had always treated her like one. Feeling her body responding to his fingers and lips as they skimmed across her skin, Vanessa cried out when his fingers closed around her nipples at the same time his lips settled on her clit. Amy woke up and heard Vanessa. Strangely, she didn't feel jealousy, just anticipation of the next time she was with Mark. She listened to him play Vanessa's body and felt hers responding as her nipples tightened. Wetting her fingers, she rolled and pulled them as she followed the lovers' progress. She added her moans and sighs to the song Vanessa was singing, not concerned that they could hear her clearly. Vanessa heard Amy's passion grow and the answering groans pushed her passion higher. She felt Mark moan into her when he figured out that all of the sounds weren't exclusively his wife's. Mark was awash in erotic feelings. Not only was Vanessa soaking his face, Amy was essentially participating as well. Not wanting to disappoint either lady, he did his best to take his wife to the heights of passion. It might not be "socially acceptable", but the matching rings that the ladies wore weren't either. He smiled and wet his finger and started lightly rubbing her asshole, wringing more vocal passion from her. Vanessa knew what Mark was doing and smiled down into his twinkling eyes, obliging him as he made love to Amy through her voice. "Yes Mark! Rub my asshole. Please fuck it with your fingers. Suck my pussy dammit!" Vanessa's volume paralleled her excitement level. Both of them heard Amy's wordless replies as Mark pushed Vanessa toward the edge. He pressed his tongue inside Vanessa, matching its progress with his finger as it pressed her ass open. The last step was pressing her clit with his thumb, circling the nub slowly. "Oh fuck, you eat me so damned good, baby. Do my ass you nasty fucker! Fuck my ass with your fingers. Shit that's good," Vanessa was ramping up the volume, her passion taking her. Amy had three fingers stroking into her soaked pussy and her thumb was massaging her clit. The other hand was on her ass, thrilling her when she thought about Mark's fingers and tongue exploring her. She felt her first orgasm tear through her when she pressed a finger inside the tight bud. "Oh fuck that's good! Fuck me baby!" Amy flew apart and pulled Vanessa with her as she surrendered to the flow. Mark was sure that he could hear the theme from "The Twilight Zone" when he heard the stereo orgasm echoing through the house. Slipping back into the moment, he groaned watching Vanessa slide to the floor between his feet. Vanessa bobbed twice on his cock then swallowed him, pressing her nose against his stomach. She looked into Mark's eyes and pulled back to tease the head before she slid him back into her throat, coating his shaft with spit. Grinning she pulled off of him and spun around, pressing her soaked pussy onto his hardness, splitting her clenched muscles. Amy was coming down and heard Mark groan with an answering sigh from Vanessa and found her fingers idly traveling across her swollen lips again. Mark grabbed Vanessa's hips and started shoving her down to meet his thrusts, the wet slapping sound carrying to Amy. When he noticed her legs tiring, he stood up, driving his wife onto her toes with the cock buried in her. Vanessa bent over the desk and held on as Mark jerked her back onto him, his hands wrapping around her waist. Just thinking of Amy listening made her want to cum, and feeling Mark stroking into her finished her off. "Oh shit yes, harder, dammit! Fuck me Mark! Use your pussy. Fuck yessss!" Vanessa finished as she felt her pussy grab Mark's cock. Amy didn't think she could take much more, and listening to the two bodies slapping together only made her pussy clench harder wanting Mark's cock. When Vanessa screamed, all she could do was hang on for the ride as she went with her. "Oh fuck yes! Fuck meeeee!," was the last intelligible thing that Amy said as she curled around her fingers. Mark had trouble hanging on when Vanessa started urging him on, but when he had Amy adding her part to the duet the ladies were performing, it was hopeless. Thrusting one last time, he grabbed Vanessa's hips and held her tight, emptying himself deep inside her. Mark slid back onto the chair and watched as Vanessa ran a finger through her swollen and well used pussy, bringing it to her lips, dragging a moan from him. She sank to the floor and sucked his cock to the back of her throat, cleaning their mingled cum from him. Looking into his eyes, she stuck her tongue out and finished the job as he started stiffening again. Urging Mark out of his seat, Vanessa led him by his cock toward the bathroom. Stopping him in the hall, Vanessa stroked him a few more times and with a sexy grin walked him to the open bedroom door. Squeezing his ass and with one last kiss, she pushed him into the bedroom and into Amy's arms. Mark hesitated and looked at Vanessa. It was one thing to have them know what was going on, but to have his wife escort him to Amy was surreal. He watched her walk into the guest bedroom and crawl onto the bed, rolling over and spreading her legs, sliding her fingers through their cum as she started fingering herself. Tearing his eyes away from the incredibly erotic scene, he saw another one on the bed in front of him. Amy was lying in front of him, rolling her nipples with her legs spread, her labia swollen and glistening. She frowned when he turned, but waited as he washed his face, her smile coming back when she saw his erection. Mark crawled up Amy's body and pulled her into a kiss, moaning when he tasted her pussy on her lips. Smiling, he brought her fingers to his mouth and cleaned them. "Get me more, baby," Mark said. Amy ran her fingers down and slid them in her pussy, fucking herself noisily before bringing them to his tongue. She was on the brink of cumming before he was done. "Mark, eat your pussy baby. Make me cum please sweetheart. Fuck I need you," Amy whimpered. Mark slid down and cleaned her juices off of her nipples, letting the head of his cock trail across her skin, the faint trace of precum tracing the path he had taken. "Open yourself," Mark told Amy and watched as she reached under her legs and grabbed the lips of her pussy, spreading herself and exposing her inner labia. Mark saw the lust raging behind her eyes and almost took her with her fingers splaying her pussy open to his hungry stare. Running his tongue through her cum that was flowing across her asshole; he teased the tight ring open. Replacing his probing tongue with a finger he pressed through the puckered ring as he sucked her clit. "Fuck that's good! Oh shit she was right, finger my ass, you nasty fucker. Eat meeeee!" Amy trailed off when she felt her pussy contract around Mark's tongue. Vanessa was following along, holding herself back to match Amy, smiling to herself when she heard the pretty blonde begging. He had never failed to wring her out when he had the time; any other time was just foreplay. She did cheat and allow herself to cum when she heard Mark tell Amy to finger herself, the dominant tone enough to trigger her orgasm. Mark slid two fingers on his other hand inside Amy, and started tickling her gspot, stroking it in time with his tongue. As she was winding up, he pulled as much of her pussy past his teeth as he could get, gnawing it as he went, paying extra attention to her already over-stimulated clit. Making sure to make enough noise to be overheard, he drove her toward an explosion, the vocal soundtrack bringing Vanessa's harmony forward. When he felt her pussy clamp down, Mark sat back and pulled Amy's pussy with him, spreading her wetness over his swollen head. Waiting until she was lost in the next contraction, he slammed his cock between her lips not stopping until he bottomed out. "Oh shit, you're in my fucking cervix you bastard. Fill me up," her passion trumping the pain of the intrusion. "Oh fuck! Mark please fuck me, oh shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Give me your cum baby," Amy said and jammed him back into her cervix. Amy couldn't hold off any longer and started twisting her nipples as she felt Mark when he pressed into her, the pain only serving to excite her more. "Oh fuck me, I'm cumming!" Vanessa added to the erotic sounds, hearing the answering cries from Amy. Mark was reduced to a mass of lust when he heard the ladies feeding off of each other's excitement. Hearing just one of them was enough, but both were torture and he made it until Vanessa unwittingly tripped him. "Mark, I love you so much baby," Vanessa said as she felt another wave crash over her. Hearing Vanessa opened the floodgates, and he lost himself in the feelings, as he pounded into Amy's pussy. Pulling her against him one last time, he filled her uterus with his cum, her nails leaving trails across his back. Once Amy settled down, Mark slipped off to get a washcloth to clean her up with, and was on his way to do the same for Vanessa, when Amy stopped him. "Bring her back with you baby," she said to a very confused man. "You just made love to us both. sweetheart, and I know I want to be next to you, so why should Vanessa be any different?" Mark went in the guest bedroom and ran his tongue through Vanessa's lips, dragging a moan from the temporarily sated brunette. Picking her up after he finished, drew a puzzled frown across her face. "Are you sure Amy?" Vanessa asked. "Positive, now come back in here, its nap time," Amy said with a giggle. "Can't argue with that, yah mule!" Vanessa said with her own answering giggle. Amy and Vanessa waited until the last minute to wake up Mark, spending the time settling in as intimate parts of his life. Vanessa went to wake up Mark and Amy called to let Adam know Doug was on his way. Mark wandered into the living room feeling almost human again. He felt like he had whiplash from all of the sudden direction changes that had happened in the last forty eight hours. The feelings of warmth and happiness had him wrapped in a cloud of comfort. The phone ringing interrupted his thoughts. "Mark." "A black late model Ford just rolled onto the access road, just a driver as far as we can tell." "That's Doug. Thanks." Doug came through the door and stopped as the latest addition to the family decided whether it was snack time. He was considering leaving until Vanessa called Chief off and watched the dog go back to its bed, watching him with his muzzle on his paws. He also saw Mark settle back on the couch between Amy and Vanessa; nothing new there, but there was a new connection glowing between them. Deciding it was none of his business what his investors did, Doug settled in to see what they needed. Most of what they talked over had already been drawn up as a "when we get out of the Navy" plan, it was the additions to the addition that raised his eyebrows. The first was an additional set of kids' bedrooms adjacent to the office, and a "multi-purpose" room off of the master suite. The way the three looked at each other made it easy to guess what it was for, especially when he looked at the ladies' fingers. The next was a major addition to the garage. Mark said that he would need two heavy lifts installed and four more bays. From the looks he was getting, it was a fair bet that this was a bit of a surprise, but Amy and Vanessa went along with him. The third was the most surprising and most troubling. There was to be a safe room in the new master suite and one in the garage, with a tunnel connecting the two. Putting the questions out of his mind, he turned to roughly draw out the floor plan and watched the three friends interact. Mark treated both ladies like they were the most important people in his life, and vice versa. Once Doug had the drawing roughed in, Amy and Vanessa started making the fine adjustments to the house, Mark only had two changes to the kitchen and left the rest to the ladies. The addition of a third walk-in closet in the master suite made his face turn pink. The addition of a wall in the "multi-purpose room" with a LCD screen that could be clear or opaque turned him the shade normally seen in lobsters on a plate. "If it makes it easier, just think of that space as a long walk-in closet," Mark chimed in. "With a long window," Amy added with a snicker after sharing a look with Vanessa. Once he let the ladies finish the adjustments, Mark went over what he wanted for the safe rooms. When the list of his requirements kept growing, Doug and the ladies just looked at him until he stopped. "What? Those assholes came in our home and wanted to hurt you. You think I'm going to sit back and let that happen again?" Mark said as he unclenched his hands. Vanessa and Amy shifted closer and kissed Mark's cheeks and cuddled up to him, not worried about the impression it gave. Once Mark slowed down again he went over the other special things he needed. The tunnel drew the most raised eyebrows until they worked out that it was just a second exit. The enlarged garage and high capacity lifts should have been the high point, but the girls had gone into nursery overload. Doug sketched out the additional changes and let the three of them look at it, Mark was the last one with an affirmative nod. "When can you get started and how long?" Mark asked. "A day to finalize the plans and another to get the permits. We can start on Friday, and if you are willing, we can work...," Doug stopped as Mark was nodding his head. "I am more than willing. I want it done yesterday, but I also expect it to be the quality product you're known for," Mark said to his business partner. "Just one thought, we are going to have to go past the fence lines," Doug said as he shifted to general contractor mode. "You've got about four hundred acres of room, Doug. I want the oak with the swing to stay for sure, and the other big trees if you can. Maybe take the garage across the back fence line, plus you can use the attached garage if you need to," Mark paused and reached over and ran a finger across the rough path of the connecting tunnel. "Can we put a breezeway over this? Maybe use the ceiling of the tunnel as the walkway?" "I don't know why not, sure would make it easier to build if we don't have to bury the whole thing," Doug said as he thought about time frames. "We are looking at close to four months if we get started Friday. Are you going to stay here during construction?" "Probably not during the heavy stuff, and then as little as possible so you don't have to worry about utilities," Mark hid a grin, "How long will it take if we get out of your hair?" "The safe rooms are the killer. If we bought them already made we could cut it to eight to ten weeks. The rest is just digging and once we get the foundations done, it should move pretty fast especially if we can work without distractions," Doug said as he glanced at Amy and Vanessa. He didn't need to lose workers when Mark decided to counsel them about manners. Mark grinned in reply to the veiled compliment Doug had given the ladies and agreed wholeheartedly. He really didn't want to have to deal with any of that and already had an idea, but needed to bounce it off of Adam, Jack and the command. "Would it help if I matched the standard bonus with one for the crew?" Mark asked. "Well they certainly wouldn't complain, but you don't have to do that. We've been partners for close to ten years and...," Doug stopped when he saw Mark shaking his head. "That's just why I need to do it. They work for me too, but I would never ask anyone to work on weekends and not take care of them. Same thing goes for the standard bonus. Why would I ask you to do anything for free?" Mark asked. "Ok. I'll get these drawings finalized and we should be able to get started by Monday at the latest. I'll call when we get the permits." Doug said and stood, stopping when Chief stood with him. Mark stood with both of them and held his hand out, Chief settling under it for an ear scratching. "See, he's a real pussycat," Mark said with a chuckle. "Seriously though, if you can do the garage and the house at the same time that would be great. But if you have to prioritize, it would be safe rooms, house, tunnel then garage. The garage does need to be done in the three month window though." Mark said studiously not looking at the ladies. Vanessa and Amy stayed out of the conversation, but shared a look when they heard Mark trying to hide something. "I'll get Chuck's crew on it, they're the best we've got and they just finished a project. If I have to, I can pull another one over for a week," Doug said thinking aloud. "Just don't cut yourself too thin." "I won't," Doug said and reached out to shake hands, stopping as the big dog swiveled his ears toward him. Mark reached out and grabbed the proffered hand and walked Doug to the door. He had just turned from the door and glanced at the ladies and knew he might as well tell them his plans, but he vowed to go down fighting and took the better part of valor and tried to run for it. "Oh no you don't, buster," Vanessa said and pounced him followed closely by Amy. Chief looked up at the pile of his giggling humans in the floor and sighed before going back to sleep. "Fine, I see what side you're on, traitor!" Mark said after the furry Judas went back to sleep. "Please sweetheart," Amy said in her best little girl tone. "Oh fine! Party poopers, you want the big surprise or the really big surprise first?" "The big one," Vanessa said with a smile, "We already had the bigger one baby." Mark should have been used to the teasing but the two ladies could still make him blush. Extracting himself from them, he went in the office and returned with a handful of paper. Once they were settled at the table, Mark slid a piece of paper in front of Amy and Vanessa. Amy's showed a Ford crew cab pickup and Vanessa's showed a Porsche Cayenne. The girls looked at the pictures for a second, blank looks painted across their faces. "Those two, along with these will be finished and delivered in twelve weeks," Mark said and spun two more sheets onto the table. The first was a Suburban and the second was a Camaro. "They're from the company that modified the Lincoln," he said and saw the recognition cross their faces as they studied the pictures closer. "If anything happens to either of you, that I could have prevented, I don't think I could handle it." "I can understand the cars, but a Suburban?" Vanessa asked, Amy joined her with a nod. "I'll not let anything happen to our children either. Just the thought makes my heart race." Amy and Vanessa's eyes widened as they understood, followed closely by a run through all of the emotions until they joined Mark in the place only a parent can reach. Neither of the girls differentiated the children in their minds, they both considered them theirs and found themselves lost in the same red haze that had snared Mark. "What about the Lincoln then?" Amy asked as she felt the after effects fading. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 09 "I wanted that one specifically to be able to have one of you next to me when we are going somewhere." "That's nice, but I really like the back seat," Vanessa said with a sexy look at Mark. Amy saw the way Mark let Vanessa's words captivate him and ran a finger along his neck and shared a wink with her counterpart. Mark lost himself, first by watching Vanessa's lips and second by slipping into her eyes, jumping when he felt Amy's touch. "I think you said something about a really big surprise too?" Amy asked when he looked at her. "I still need to find out what we are going to be able to do. But if at all possible, this is where we are going," as he spun information about a tropical resort around in front of each lady. The picture was a panoramic shot of palm trees and crystal blue water from a room's balcony, gauzy curtains billowing in the breeze. He watched as the girls lost themselves in the picture, almost like they could feel the sea breeze blowing through their hair. Amy and Vanessa were busy looking at the other pictures and talking with each other, giving Mark a chance to soak in the delighted looks on their faces. Each became aware of his attention and shared a look when it was obvious that he had spaced again, his attention on the rings on their fingers. "Sweetheart," Amy said and put her hand on Mark's cheek, bringing him back. "Welcome back, baby," Vanessa said and put her hand on his other cheek. Mark kissed first one hand then the other and pulled in a deep breath and let out a contented sigh. "I'll have to check with Jack and the command so I'm not sure when or for how long yet. But I assume that would be an ok place to go to get out of Doug's way?" Mark smiled as the girls both looked at him like he was crazy. "How long did you have in mind?" Vanessa asked. "Ummm, leave of absence long," Mark said with a grin, "Long enough to get tired of that view." "Wow, the rest of our lives may get expensive," Amy said with a giggle. "Ok, maybe not that long. How does four to six weeks sound? I've got enough leave saved up to be able to stay gone anyway." "I'll just have to let Jean know, otherwise there's nothing pressing, they won't get busy for another six months," Amy said thinking of tax season with a shudder. "If we are talking about babies, then I wouldn't have that much longer anyway," Vanessa said with a grin. One of the reasons that they had invested the way they had, was to make sure that Vanessa could stay home. "Let me find out how long our leash is and see if Jack will dog sit, then maybe we can catch the flight Monday morning," Mark said and smiled when what he said sank in. Mark stood up and stopped behind Amy, his hands massaging her shoulders. He leaned down and kissed her neck, drawing a shiver from the pretty blonde. "Think about something. If you want to work that's fine, but if you want to stay home with the baby, that's ok too. It's up to you, beautiful. I love you," Mark said and kissed her neck again. He made a stop and kissed Vanessa on the way to the office. "I love you too baby. I'll be right back." While Mark was on the phone, Amy took her own butterfly tour. She had resigned herself to never having kids. Up to this point, there hadn't been anyone remotely husband material, not to mention daddy material in her life. The new reality sank in and she felt her eyes filling with tears. Vanessa watched Amy drift off, the serene look on her face marred by the tears welling up in her eyes. Sliding across to sit next to her friend, she pulled her head onto her shoulder and smoothed her hair back until the storm blew through. "Is everything ok?" Vanessa asked her friend. "Everything is wonderful. It's just that I had given up...," Amy started, only to dissolve into tears again. Mark walked back in the room and stopped, his stomach dropping when he saw Amy's tears. He turned to go back in the office when he heard Vanessa's voice. "It's ok, baby. Come over here," Vanessa called and pointed to the spot on the other side of Amy. Mark started to shake his head, but went to the spot Vanessa pointed to, surprised when Amy collapsed into his arms. "I love you so much sweetheart," Amy said as she buried her face in Mark's shirt. All Mark could do was hang on and look at Vanessa. He shifted Amy into his lap and rocked her, kissing the top of her head as he soothed her. When he looked at Vanessa again, she got up and pointed to the bedroom and kissed each of them as she settled into her chair with a book. Mark carried Amy into the bedroom and stopped when he was about to kick the door closed, after the morning it really didn't make any sense. Kicking his shoes off, he crawled into bed with her cradled in his arms, and settled next to her. "What's wrong beautiful?" Mark asked when Amy had settled. "It's just that I never thought that babies were in my future. I guess I had given up and then when you told me that, it all bubbled over." "I meant what I said. It's completely up to you. I don't want you to do something just because you think that's what I want," Mark said and leaned in to kiss her. "That's just it though sweetie, I can't think of anything I want more, and I couldn't be more sure," she said as she put her finger across his lips to stop his question, "Yes Mark, I'm a million percent sure." Rolling over and straddling Mark's hips, Amy leaned in and started trailing kisses along his neck, dragging her teeth in slow circles. Catching his hands when they reached for her, she put them over his head with a smile and started unbuttoning his shirt, covering his chest in nibbles. Mark had to grab the comforter to remind his hands where they were supposed to stay when Amy pulled his pants past his hips. Nibbling her way to the place recently abandoned by his waistband, she started teasing him with small little nips on his hip bones and feathery licks along his thighs. Once Amy had Mark's pants off, she repaid some of the torture that he had inflicted on her oh, so willing body. Smiling as she looked up into the flames in his eyes, she started at his knees and nipped and licked her way to his erection, precum dripping from the bloated head. The sight of the clear fluid made her mouth water, and she collected each drop on her tongue, a little moan slipping out each time she tasted him. Stopping to massage each testicle with her tongue and lips, Amy moved up the sides of Mark's shaft gently gnawing at it like she was eating corn on the cob, her teeth inching their way toward the swollen purple head. She smiled when he she heard the groans coming from her lover. "Oh shit that's so good baby. Suck my cock, please. Fuck!" Mark finished with a hiss as Amy slid her lips over his pulsing hardness. Amy thought about swallowing Mark's cock and letting him spend himself straight down her throat, but she had other plans. Pulling her skirt up and swinging her leg over his head, she settled onto the lips that she had started to crave, her hand snaking through his hair, pulling his nose against her clit. Using his hair as an anchor, Amy started grinding her clit in small circles using his tongue as the pivot point. Mark considered grabbing Amy by the hips and dropping her soaked pussy on his cock that was waving in the air, but decided to let her drive this time. He did poke his tongue out though, grinning when he heard the low moan when she found the offered prize, and settled it between her slick, swollen lips. Amy felt the spongy hardness of Mark's tongue and started slowly fucking her aching pussy with it. Sliding her hand over her stomach, she started rubbing her clit in time with the short strokes that the tongue shaped phallus completed as her hips rocked against his mouth. She could feel the preliminary twinges announcing her coming orgasm and rolled to her side. Pulling Mark with her, Amy managed to get his mouth on hers before he could "repay" her kindness. Spreading her legs wide and rolling her hips under, she could feel him throbbing against her sex, and reached under her leg to position him at her entrance. "Right there baby, please fuck me Mark," Amy finished with a whisper and pulled her shirt over her head. Mark felt Amy's legs wrap around his as she tried to get some leverage to stuff the head inside. Normally he would have held back and given her everything she could handle, plus some, before he made love to her. This time she had turned the tables on him and he pressed his cock into her with a groan. Another louder groan followed the first when he felt her legs wrap around his waist and her nails travel along his spine. Amy lost herself to the feelings Mark was stirring in her. The feel of the muscles in his hips as he drove into her served to fan the flames of her passion higher. She let her eyes drink in the lines of his chest when he pressed up on his arms, their eyes meeting briefly as he looked down at her breasts. She felt her eyes drawn to the way her lips caressed his cock, experiencing it both physically and mentally, and felt her pussy clench when she felt him brushing against her cervix. Reaching under to cup Amy's ass, Mark started pushing into her, pulling her harder onto him as he bottomed out each time. He managed to keep things slow and controlled until she started chewing on his neck in time as their bodies met. Pressing up on his arms he watched Amy's breasts jiggling in counterpoint to the rhythm set by her hips. The combination of that and the way her lips grabbed and pulled at his shaft, and Mark felt the first twinge signaling his orgasm. Burying his face in Amy's neck, Mark shoved his hips against hers as he emptied his balls into her uterus, the head wedged into her cervix. Bringing his lips to hers, the two lovers gasped their climaxes into each other's mouths. Vanessa waited until Mark and Amy had been quiet for a few minutes and went to check on them. Poking her head around the corner, she smiled at the peaceful looks on their faces and giggled when she saw Amy's happy wave. Waving back, she turned to go back out but stopped when she heard Mark's voice. "Hey cutie, do you think you can be packed for a Sunday night flight?" Mark asked with a grin, "I seem to have been sidetracked before I could ask either of you." "How long are we planning on being gone and what happened to Monday?" Vanessa asked. "Let's see, at least a month and for safety purposes we're getting a great deal on a chartered flight. Another of Jack's friends runs a service and all he's charging is fuel. That means we control who knows where we are going," he paused, "and since it's a private plane, we can leave when we want. I thought it would make a much better Monday if we woke up and were on the beach, instead of slogging through an airport." "What are you planning on doing, and what do we pack? That's a long time to live out of a suitcase," Amy asked. "Well, no more than fifty pair of shoes a piece," he started, ducking the pillow Vanessa swung at him with a giggle, "It says that the villa has its own chef so maybe three outfits to go out in and a few for activities, other than that, as many swimsuits as you can pack." Mark spent a minute looking between the two ladies and waited while they digested what he said. He saw when the chef part sunk in as evidenced by their matching grins. "Doug is starting the heavy construction first thing Monday morning and him being finished is one of the waypoints for us coming back. The other big one is Chad and his butt-buddy surfacing," Mark waited to make sure that they were on the same page, continuing after he saw they were ready. "We can stay for long enough to either have that scumbag in chains or know where he is, at a minimum, plan on six weeks with the maximum in the twelve week range." Vanessa went out to let Mark and Amy get cleaned up and dressed then the ladies started trying to decide what and how much to take, a process that would last for the better part of the next four days. Mark didn't think the girls had anything left in the closets by the time they finished packing, and got pounced more than once for suggesting a winter coat. It threatened to break out into violence when he managed to slip one into each of their suitcases, although he really couldn't see the downside to being trapped between the two beauties. There were three things that made the wait notable. The first two were visits paid by Mother Nature to the ladies after they stopped their birth control pills, and the last was a solid lead on Chad's location. As the trio was boarding the plane to the Indian Ocean, another group was boarding a smaller plane headed to a small town in the hills of West Virginia. Adam and four others touched down on a private airstrip that to anyone else would have qualified as little more than an overlong driveway. The owner was a retired SEAL operator and had already done most of the legwork for his guests before they landed. The plane taxied into a spacious hanger and Eric was waiting at the bottom of the ladder for the group. Once Adam and company were seated around a table, Eric started what could only be called a mission briefing. He had pictures of Chad's residence, his car and enough taken of the inside to ensure a good floor plan. Passing out small booklets to the team, Eric brought coffee and some sandwiches, giving them time to assimilate all of the data. One by one, their eyes tracked up waiting until the rest had time to soak in the information. Adam was last, but he was ultimately responsible for the safety of the men with him. He looked a question at them and received short nods from each. Turning to Eric, Adam started. "Anything we need that's not in this?" Adam asked as he touched the booklet. Eric turned a projector on and started the parts that would only be verbal. These included a 360 from above with overlook positions noted followed by pictures from each vantage point. Two people with the right equipment could watch the entire perimeter thanks to the rural setting and the hills that surrounded the house Chad had picked. Once the briefing was complete and any concerns addressed, the team fell into a practiced routine. First they checked their own gear, then their counterpart's, and were asleep within five minutes of completion. There was a familiarity with both the routine, and the way they handled the gear. After double checking his team and setting his internal clock for three hours past sunset, Adam found a nice soft piece of floor and was asleep almost as soon as he put his head down. As Adam and the men with him were settling in for their nap, Mark and the ladies were sitting down for supper on the big Gulfstream cruising at 47,000 feet. They would be in the air for the better part of fourteen hours, with a stop for refueling in Dubai on the way to the Seychelles. The flight crew was the epitome of professionalism when they welcomed their guests and the flight attendant only turned a light shade of pink when Mark said that stateroom would be all the sleeping quarters they needed. "Is there enough for four, Anita?" Mark asked the attendant. "Yes sir, I'll eat when the pilot and co-pilot do though," stopping when she saw the pretty ladies smiling. "You might as well save your breath and the effort, he's going to keep at you until you join us," Vanessa said with a wink at her husband. "I really shoul...," coasting to a stop when she saw all three passengers shaking their heads. "No one said anything about drinking. You can at least sit down and eat with us," Mark said with a smile. Anita gave in and sat, not really knowing what to do. From the time the group had boarded, it was obvious they were different. None of the expected snobbish looks or comments directed at the "help" had materialized, and now this. She didn't think the man across from her was trying to get in her pants, not with the two stunning ladies he was traveling with obviously willing to do whatever he wanted. That's when she noticed the matching rings and lost control of her features, letting the shocked look reach her face. All three just shared a grin as the girls kissed Mark's cheek, lacing their fingers through his. Anita felt her stare and was helpless to stop as she studied each face and only saw love and devotion to the others. When she made it to his, all he could do was blush and shrug his shoulders. The rest of the evening was spent with Anita included in the group by proxy. It was official when Mark helped clear the table and had her sit as he brought coffee for the four of them. Anita excused herself to take supper and coffee to the pilot and co-pilot, stopping when she reentered the cabin. The three people had pulled a curtain around them as they shared their love for each other, using just their eyes and soft touches. "We will be in Dubai in six hours for re-fueling," Anita said into the intimate silence. "Hmm? Oh, sorry," Mark said with a smile, "I suppose we should let you get some rest too. Is the crew cabin forward?" "Yes sir," stopping as Mark laughed. "It's just Mark, please. Vanessa and Amy are my lovely companions," he said as he introduced the group. "I only saw one berth and I'm sure the pilot is going to use that, where are you going to sleep?" "The chair converts to a bed," Anita started. "Nonsense, I'm pretty sure that one of these converts into a real bed," Mark said and pointed to the divan she was sitting on, "I'm pretty sure that's frowned on, but then again I assume that sitting down to eat is too." Mark waited for the expected reply and smiled when he saw her accept the unheard of proposal, at least the first one with no strings attached. Once the group helped Anita set up the bed in the cabin, Mark and the ladies retired, leaving a very befuddled flight attendant behind them. Adam's eyes popped open and he looked at his watch; 10:55. Touching base with Eric to ensure that Chad and whoever had chained themselves to him were still in place, he allowed a small smile to creep across his face. They had the head and last two segments of the snake bottled up and if it was up to Adam, they wouldn't bother with retrieving them, at least not standing. Adam felt his anger slowly turning to rage when he remembered the last video that came off of the hard drive. The girl these "men" had hooked on heroin, and laughed at as her last fix killed her, was his baby sister. Susan had been gone for six months and everyone thought she had run off again, just as she had numerous times. She had run off; right into Chad's clutches. The people that normally drew the special attention of Adam and his team at least had an ideology they were defending. Chad and his animals were nothing more than parasites, and like ticks, needed to be squashed. Adam smiled again and if Chad could see it, he would go find the nearest policeman and snuggle up tight, confessing everything he had done or thought. Checking on his team, more by routine than need, Adam found them re-checking gear and led them through to the makeshift briefing room. More coffee and sandwiches were waiting; Eric walked in and turned the projector on as they ate. There were two extra cars there this time. "Looks as if our friends have company," Adam said into the quiet. "There are three extra men, but they carried two others in with them. Looks like Chad may be trying to set up shop again." Eric added with a grim tone. "How long have they been there?" Adam asked. "About three hours, but don't worry, the only way they are going anywhere is on foot," reaching down and tossing a handful of spark plug wires on the table. "Two friends of mine are setup in the overwatch spots, no one is leaving the party early." Eric finished. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 09 "The two passengers add a bit of a problem. Can your friends stay in the overwatches? We are going to have to secure the extras and the 'men' at the same time," Adam said as he looked at the picture on the wall. Eric may have been an ex-SEAL, but he and his "friends" were off-the-books contractors and had the same equipment as Adam's team. They couldn't have any hands on with this one, but he didn't count a scope crosshair as touching. Nodding his head, he turned to the picture as well. "I think I can arrange that, as well as adding one here and here," Eric said pointing to the front and back doors. All of them were between five hundred and seven hundred yards off, certainly more than arms length. "Just make sure you have your IR's burning." Each person outside of the confines of that house had infrared illuminators either as a helper for the low-light gear for the people going in, or for the "reach out and touch someone" people in the hills. Anyone not glowing was in for a very bad evening, and the fact that they were apparently starting again, meant it would be a very, very bad evening. Adam was supposed to return Chad and his animals for prosecution; they didn't say what condition other than breathing was required. He pondered whether life support was breathing, before shelving that for more immediate concerns, who knew whether Chad and his boys had it in them to fight with someone other than defenseless girls. He hoped they did. Loading up Eric's van with gear bags, the five men, dressed in black, moved like the shadows they would soon become. The added weight of the body armor and equipment harnesses felt like a second skin, and each settled into their thoughts for the fifteen minute ride to the jump off point. With the extra sets of eyes, they were split into teams of two with Adam going in with the team entering through the back door. The fact that Chad had obviously been thinking remote and private were good things, played into their hands. A moonless night and twenty yards was all that separated Chad from a world class ass whipping. Once the teams were in place, they settled in to wait. The start time was an hour after all the lights went off in the house, or 1am. The house went dark just past midnight, and Adam decided to press back the time to 2am, giving them time to make sure Chad didn't surprise them; he didn't. "Don't forget your IR gentlemen, no friendly fire this morning," Adam said through his radio. Each had one for the night-vision sets and one on their weapons. Flipping his "eyes" down, he saw the beams of all of the good guys, and did a role call of sorts to ensure that everyone was visible. The moment the clock hit 2, Adam gave the go signal. The overwatches saw five glowing wraiths move silently to the front and back doors. Eric had already oiled the hinges and adjusted the striker plates to make entry fast and noiseless. Ten seconds past 2, all five men were inside the house and the men manning the long guns shifted from the spotting scopes to the weapon mounted ones. The basic assumption was that Chad would take the master bedroom and then the others would spread out through the house. The team with Adam settled like dark shadows in the kitchen and heard a soft scuffling sound as the team in the front came across a sleeping person on the couch. Adam tensed until he heard "clear" over the radio, giving the command to continue. After making sure that the person on the couch wouldn't make any trouble, the team in the front eased down the long hall seeing the glow from their counterparts at the other end. The team with Adam would be taking the unfurnished bedroom and the other would take the furnished bedroom; Adam was in position as backup. The two teams went in as one unit, Adam's team found four unconscious girls, and seeing no threats moved to the master bedroom. The second team had moved in and found three men, the first two made no sound as they were neutralized, the third let out a strangled yelp as he was grabbed by the vices of the big man facing him. Deciding that surprise was shot, Adam and his team busted through the door, catching Chad before he could hide behind the victim he had in bed with him. The man on the left moved to secure the girl and Adam launched himself into Chad. He was reaching for a weapon when Adam snarled and hit the "man" with every ounce of the 260 pounds he carried. He was finishing the payment for Susan and starting on the others, when his guys pulled him off. Chad was breathing, although he was going to need a lot of healing before his mother would recognize him. He looked at his watch; 2:02. Keying his mic, Adam called the all clear to Eric. Sending the other team out, Adam's started taking pictures for Vanessa to ID; including the girls. They would have to do Chad's with fingerprints. Eric pulled up in his van with another following for the girls. Bundling them in blankets, Adam and the two men with him carried them out and into the care of some of the ladies that would help bring them back to life. Once the van was nothing but receding taillights, Adam returned to load up the "men" from the house. He grabbed the one on the couch by his feet and dragged him to the van. The fact that there was a small flight of stairs must have slipped his mind with all of the excitement; the oversight was team-wide as all four thugs bounced down the stairs. Adam went back in after Chad only to be stopped by Eric. "He's not worth it Adam," Eric cautioned, "you already gave him the ass-whipping; now let the inmates have a shot. If you finish it now, you are going to deprive him of a life as an orifice for some guy named Bubba." With that, Eric went in for Chad. Eric stopped and saw the damage Adam had done and thought of the girls. Reaching down, he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled him down the hall and tossed him into the pile. Leaving the overwatch to the perimeter, Adam's teams threw Chad and his friends into the van like firewood. Chad went in first and his butt buddy was next. Once they were loaded, the equipment bags were thrown in and the place was deserted. Adam's watch read 2:05. Adam was mentally kicking himself; this was supposed to be a tune-up for the team's next assignment, not a vendetta. It was sloppy and would have endangered his people in other circumstances; it did feel good to remind the scumbag that there is a downside to choices, he admitted though. The three extra people were left in their cars at the police station for the oncoming watch to find. Chad and his second, were tossed in the baggage compartment of the plane for the return trip. Frank and his friends would love to house them in the general population while they awaited trial. The team landed at 5:30 and were back at Mark's house asleep at 7:00. Adam and his team would spend the next three weeks on Mark's land, training and running drills before shifting to a place where live fire exercises weren't frowned upon. Frank only had one call, and that was only because Adam's team had added the heavy guns into the arsenal. Frank called Adam the day before the team relocated and told him that Chad and his second had been moved into the general population after leaving the infirmary, and he was very popular. The other three were identified by Vanessa and were currently circulating through the West Virginia penal system. Anita was knocking on the stateroom door as Adam and the team was touching down, while the big Gulfstream was refueling as Chad was being delivered into the loving arms of the Corrections officers. Vanessa came out of the stateroom, and saw the big grin on Mark's face. He knew where Adam was headed, but didn't tell her or Amy for fear of something going wrong. All he did was spin the laptop around and let Vanessa see the picture Frank had taken, and sent him after they verified the fingerprints. Her reaction wasn't quite what he expected, as she threw herself into his arms. and was in full meltdown mode by the time Amy came out. Looking the question at Mark, he nodded to the laptop while he did his best to soothe his sobbing wife. Amy saw the picture and kissed both Vanessa and Mark, helped them to the stateroom, pulled the door closed behind the couple, and returned to eat breakfast and talk to Anita. Mark carried Vanessa in and crawled to the center of the bed and across her, slowly lowering himself until she grabbed him and pulled him onto her. All he could do was hold her until the tears could run their course, soaking his shirt. "What's wrong baby? I thought you would be happy," Mark asked when the tears had slowed. "I am, I just hated what he was doing to us even when he wasn't around. That and I always expected him to crawl back out from under a rock," Vanessa said between sobs, "These are from relief and happiness sweetheart. Now we don't have to worry about him around our babies." Vanessa pulled Mark down, and met his lips with hers, as she wrapped her legs around him, the thin material of her yoga pants doing nothing to minimize the sensations that his swelling erection was causing. Sliding her hands under the waistband of his shorts and grabbing his ass, Vanessa ground against him, her breath coming in gasps. It didn't hurt that Mark was dry humping her, his cock growing down the leg of his shorts letting the head rub her inner thigh. Mark pushed up on his elbows and pulled Vanessa's shirt up, exposing her nipples to his hungry mouth, sucking and rolling them as Vanessa's gasps and sighs started escalating in volume. Sliding his hands along her hips and pushing her pants down, he trailed kisses along her stomach to her already dripping pussy. He considered drawing out her pleasure, but knew there would be nothing but time to please her later, and slipped his tongue over her swollen clit. "Yes baby, you eat me so good. Fuck, you've got such a good tongue," Vanessa moaned, rising in pitch as Mark caressed her with his tongue. Amy heard her two companions and must have let a moan of her own slip and saw Anita staring at her. Giggling and turning a bright shade of red, she took a sip of coffee and put her most innocent look on her face. "Umm, you might want to turn some music on, they can get pretty loud," Amy said and giggled again when Anita nodded with a grin. Anita heard the noises and ignored them; they were part of the job and not altogether unpleasant. The shock was hearing the pretty blonde moan in answer to the couple in the stateroom. It was one thing to watch them go into the same room, but now that she thought about it, she didn't hear anything earlier. Frowning and glancing at the rings on Amy's finger, she glanced up and figured out that she had been staring and turned a matching shade of red. Mark was oblivious to anything but Vanessa and the way she was responding, forgetting that only a thin bulkhead separated the four people in the aft cabin. Buzzing her clit with his lips was enough to push her past the threshold and she clamped her thighs around his head as she unwittingly shared her orgasm with the two ladies at the table. Anita felt her nipples hardening and her pussy getting wet as she listened to the erotic opera. Glancing over at Amy she saw the glassy eyed stare and the way her nipples stood out through the thin fabric of what was obviously one of Mark's shirts. Even over the music, it was clearly having an effect on both women. Vanessa rolled over, pulling Mark with her and spun to let his lips continue their magic. Leaning down she pushed his shorts down his legs and sucked the head of his cock, his precum just whetting her appetite. She wanted him to shoot it all over her face and smear it over her lips, but first she needed to feel him rearrange her pussy. Lifting off of his lips with a moan, she crawled down and hovered her swollen lips over his glistening head. Grabbing his shaft, she lowered herself onto it groaning as she felt it pressing into her, already feeling the renewed flames of her orgasm rising. All Mark could do was try to take in all of the sensual scenery Vanessa was providing. There was still no bad answer as she made love to him with her entire body. When she crawled down his body and pulled her nipples along his skin, all he could do was moan and slide his hands over her firm ass. When she settled down on his cock, it turned to groans. It was all he could do to hold on as she started rotating her hips, letting him watch the way his cock disappeared into her with each downstroke. "Oh fuck baby that feels so good, Ness. Ride me, bitch," Mark said as the passion and lust took him. Vanessa groaned when she heard him slip over the edge and grinned as she felt his hands grip her hips and jam her down fully on his cock. "Yes, sweetheart. Fuck me. Harder, you bastard!" Vanessa called out as she started slamming her hips down to meet his thrusting cock. Mark pulled her off and flipped her over onto the bed and shifted between her legs, sliding home pulling a matching set of wordless mumbles from them. Looking into his wife's lust fogged eyes, Mark thrust once more and filled her pussy, shuddering as she wrapped her legs around him and milked the cum from him. Once the lovers caught their breath and the afterglow faded a bit, Mark slid off to get cleaned up. Vanessa was still floating when she felt the warm washcloth pressed against her pussy, and opened her eyes with a sexy "just fucked look" and smiled at him. He helped her get dressed again and finished by helping her brush her hair, although it still had that look that only came from sex. Mark opened the door for Vanessa and walked in and kissed Amy, forgetting Anita in the leftover haze Vanessa had put him in. It was only after he turned to get coffee that he remembered that they had company and flushed a deeper red than either of the ladies had earlier. "Umm, hi, beautiful ladies. Have you done something new with your hair? It looks great," as he turned to the coffee pots with a chorus of giggles following him. "Hi sweetie, are you ok?" Amy asked Vanessa as she came in on the tail end of Mark's retreat. "I am now," Vanessa said with an amused giggle and a wink as she saw Mark's neck turning even redder. "Gee, anything left to eat," Mark said and realized the softball he had just tossed up, "I know, I know...don't say it," and sat down with a grin. Amy plopped in his lap and wiggled around to get comfortable and whispered in his ear, "you can eat me right on this fucking table." Mark just groaned as he bit down on her neck, Vanessa smiling and Anita staring. "You mean you don't min...," Anita asked Vanessa before she could stop, "I'm sorry, that was out of line and none of my business. I should get back to work." There was something about the group that made it ok to ask the question. She couldn't think of any passenger that she would have ever asked that of, and there had been any number of combinations of people pass through the stateroom door. "Anita, please sit with us. And no I don't. I wouldn't expect anyone to understand, but for some reason, its okay," Vanessa said with a smile. Seeing the encouraging smiles and nods from Mark and Amy, Anita slid back into her seat. This time she studied the people around her openly. The tripod that the three of them made fascinated her as Vanessa settled in next to the pair cuddled up on the divan. Asking to see their rings, she smiled as the girls displayed them in the typical fashion, and saw that they were matching sets. Frowning a bit, she shifted her gaze to Mark who pursed his lips as if he was thinking. Mark had been following the progress of Anita's "inspection" and saw the small frown when she got to the rings. "I'm not too sure how to explain, but I'll try," Mark said and held a finger up to cutoff the obvious "that's not necessary" comment. "There was a series of events that made me reevaluate the things that were important to me. These ladies are my heart and soul and I needed to show them how much I loved each one. They have each saved me from myself more times than I can count and there's nothing more that I can offer them than these," pointing to the rings, "and this," pointing to his heart. Mark didn't feel his eyes shift down to Amy's ring, but that's where they glanced up from in time to see Anita's eyes brimming with unshed tears and feel Vanessa pulling he and Amy into a group hug. Now both sides of his shirt were wet and Anita needed tissues as well. All he could do was sigh and rock the girls through the tears and kiss each one softly as the shower abated. Tapping Vanessa and pointing to Anita, he managed to get a napkin to the solitary occupant before she used her sleeve as a handkerchief. "Let's get you cleaned up a bit," Vanessa said to Anita, "Oh, and you better turn up the music. That tramp gets pretty loud," pointing to Amy. Anita just stared as Mark carried Amy into the stateroom, turning a bit helplessly into the bathroom where Vanessa helped her with her hair and makeup. Vanessa saw Anita looking first at her and then her rings, like she was building up to something. Then she saw the other lady just kind of shrug her shoulders like she was arguing with herself, finally letting her smile shine through again. Going back to the table, the two ladies cleared the table and sat drinking coffee in the same seats as a different lady was occupied. Amy thought she was keyed up and horny after enduring Vanessa's "recovery", but after Mark had said what he did about the rings, she felt a little gush and could feel a wet spot form in her shorts. There were no panties to help soak it up so it was obvious as soon as Mark put her down on the bed. Dropping to his knees, Mark kissed Amy and slid down to nibble the soaked crotch of her shorts. He knew she was at the point of exploding and didn't disappoint as he rubbed his nose in circles. "Oh no, you don't you fucking tease, EAT ME!" Amy said and mashed his mouth and face into her pulsing pussy. Mark smiled and pulled the shorts to the side and slid two fingers through her wetness and offered them to her. He groaned as Amy sucked his fingers clean and felt his erection finish its recovery. Slipping the two newly cleaned fingers inside, he started slowly fucking her with them as he leisurely licked circles around her clit. "My clit you fucker, stop teasing me," Amy yelled, knowing that Anita and Vanessa could hear; only thinking of the hair trigger that Mark had her on. "Oh, FUCK YES!" Amy screamed as he grabbed her clit with his teeth. Mark groaned as Amy's pussy started pulling at his fingers, followed quickly by her juices running down his wrist as she started wordlessly thrashed through first her orgasm and then the torture he was inflicting. "Mark, you shit, no baby I'm too sensitive. Mark! Listen to me you ass! Oh fuck no, please sweetheart," Amy said all of that in one breathless squeal as he pushed her over the edge again. Mark waited until she had started her second time, and pulled her shorts off, flipped her over and slid his cock into her spasming pussy. Groaning with Amy as he sunk into her, he saw her wrap her hands through the sheets and heard her scream into the pillow. Anita's eyes got bigger as the volume reached first one crescendo, then another and finally the muffled scream, the last making her wonder how many people would walk out. If she was wet before, she was sodden now as she sat in her chair with her legs crossed, her foot moving faster, as she tried to get herself off without alerting Vanessa. She didn't have to worry; Vanessa was lost in the aural lust and was doing the same thing as she sat on her heel. Amy was lost in a fog of animalistic need, and crawled off of Mark's thrusting cock. Growling and grabbing him, she pulled him onto the bed and slid him back into her, pressing with her heels to get him deeper. Taking his hands and cupping her tits with them, she squeezed her nipples, twisting and stretching them. The only noise that she was making was a series of grunts and sighs as Mark took over the treatment that she needed. Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 09 Mark leaned down and took Amy's mouth, his tongue pressing past her lips. Slipping to the side, he trailed his teeth down her neck and settled in the space midway down, hesitating. Even in the heat of the moment, he left it up to her if she wanted to have it visible for everyone to see. Amy felt his teeth stop and didn't hesitate to press him tighter; she wanted everyone to know she had been taken. She felt Mark's hips pick up speed as he sucked her skin. "Just like that baby. Dammit that's so fucking good!" Amy finished as he pulled back with his mouth, letting the skin pop from between his lips. Mark looked down and saw the red spot on her neck and then at her finger, it was also at that point that he remembered that both girls had stopped the pill. The last thought was enough to finish him off and he pressed home with a yell and felt his balls deposit their contents in her welcoming pussy. "I love you baby," Mark said as he kept stroking. "I love you toooooo," the last drawn out as she felt the pulsing head depositing cum deep inside her, triggering her release. Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled Mark down and kissed him between gasps for air, savoring the way his sweaty body felt pressing against her. Running her nails along his back pulled a deep rumble from him as the sensations ran through him. Anita and Vanessa were each following the progress in the stateroom in their own ways. As Mark was pulling back from his vampire duties, both ladies looked at each other and blushed, but didn't bother to do anything but go back to listening. Vanessa leaned her head back as she listened in, rubbing her clit in circles on her foot. She could hear Anita's breathing keeping pace with hers as the two paced Amy in her climb Anita couldn't believe what she was doing. She could see Vanessa's hips rotating as she rubbed against her foot, not really flaunting it, but not caring if Anita knew. Moving slowly so as to not call attention to herself, Anita kicked a shoe off and pulled her foot up, mimicking the brunette that was radiating sexual energy. She froze halfway through the movement as Vanessa opened her eyes and saw what she was doing, her face heating as she tucked her foot under her. Shrugging she pressed her heel into her clit and heard the resulting moan slip past her lips. Vanessa saw Anita grinding her hips in time with the rhythmic sounds coming through the bulkhead and matched her. Both were breathing faster and occasional sighs and moans added to the song Amy was singing. Vanessa had shifted into a holding pattern of sorts waiting for Amy to cum again. She didn't have to wait long as she heard first Mark call out then Amy following suit. Pressing down harder, she made two more circuits of her hips and felt the wave expanding as her orgasm took her. Anita heard the crescendo in the stateroom then saw Vanessa tense, her head against the wall and erotic whimpers sliding past her lips. The combination of all of the sensual triggers shoved her down the rabbit hole as she felt her own orgasm. Unable to hold it in, she heard a gasp and a whimper slip out and add a part to the sexual tide that flowed through the cabin. Vanessa smiled as she heard Anita, and openly watched her as she came with the rest of them. Catching her breath, she ran her fingers through her hair and smiled at the satisfied look on the other woman's face. Anita opened her eyes to see Vanessa watching her, her eyes drawn to the way the brunette's nipples were standing up. Feeling her face heating, she tried to think of something to say and just gave up and smiled back. She knew that she was sitting in a wet spot and had soaked her panties and pants needing to change, but didn't want to get up. Vanessa felt her wetness as it soaked through her pants and the thin socks she was wearing. She squirmed around a few more times enjoying the way her smooth lips rubbed together. "Well that was invigorating," Vanessa said with a giggle at the end, breaking the awkward silence that was growing. "That's one way to put it," Anita said with her own giggle. The two ladies spent the time waiting for Mark and Amy to come out talking like they had been friends for years. When the lovers came out, Mark could smell the residual scent of arousal and looked at Vanessa and Anita with a raised eyebrow and smile. Vanessa got up and kissed Amy then wrapped herself around Mark, smiling when his hand found the enormous wet spot on her ass. Pulling his head down, she slipped her tongue in his mouth and moaned as she felt him cup her ass and squeeze. "Offer to get Anita a change of clothes, she needs one and is embarrassed, I love you baby," Vanessa whispered as she slipped past to go into the stateroom to clean up and change. "Umm, would you like me to get you something to change in to? I'm sure we've got something," Mark stopped as he saw he was making it worse. Anita heard what he said and started shaking her head. It wasn't a no answer, it was more of confusion. She had never had passengers look out for her the way that these three did, and saw the look on Mark's face as she came back to the present. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you," Mark said. "You didn't. Well you did, but thank you. I've got a bag up front with changes of clothes. I'll just go up an...," Anita said and stopped as she saw Mark heading forward. "Which bag is it," he asked. "The red one in the first locker," she answered and saw Amy smiling. "You've been adopted by the way. I've seen that look more times than I can count. Might as well give in and let him help," Amy said with a warm smile. Mark came back with the bag and then found a reason to look the other way as Anita went in the bathroom to clean up. Anita and Vanessa both came out at the same time and everyone in the cabin shared a look, then settled around the table as the jet raced toward the islands.