Marc's Tale II

Marcï¿½s Tale

By Staine

Act II

ï¿½Can you say 'fuckwit'?ï¿½

Marc turned to find his mate Allen grinning at his elbow. ï¿½Eh, who?ï¿½ He asked not totally understanding Allen's question.

ï¿½Dougie of course.ï¿½ Allen said nodding his head in Dougie's general direction.

Marc glanced over his shoulder and found Dougie - Lord Dumbarse, with a moronic expression on his already stupid face. It didn't need questioning what inanely dumb offence Dougie had committed this time, that he was Dougie was grounds enough to give him shit.

ï¿½Duh Dougie!ï¿½ Someone snapped before Marc could mouth the words himself. It was a time-honoured ritual of sorts, just another pointless distraction in the academic cesspool that was Remedial English.

No one really paid any attention to the teacher or the lesson whatever that might be. That would be learning and no one present, Kylie being the only possible exception, had any intention of learning. The class was, generally speaking, composed of misfits who took malicious joy in tormenting people even more screwed up than themselves. It was a means to get by: you were either laughing at someone or you were being laughed at. This was the way the class was structured and no one with any sense ever challenged the system.

ï¿½Hey David's having the usual BYO piss up at his place this Friday.ï¿½ Allen began conversationally. ï¿½You in?ï¿½

ï¿½Stop asking stupid questions.ï¿½ Marc snapped before his face rearranged itself into one of his usual lopsided grins. ï¿½Of course I'm in. Since when have I ever said no to beer?ï¿½

ï¿½Well never I guess,ï¿½ Allen admitted. ï¿½I just thought that you and Tracey might have plans this weekend. Seeing as you both seemed pretty chummy last weekï¿½ï¿½

ï¿½We don't.ï¿½ Marc said flatly in a tone that brooked no argument. His night with Tracey was still memorable but he had found he attached no real feelings towards her. She was a sweet enough girl in her impish sort of way and Marc was content to leave things at that. He knew he could easily turn her into the school slut if he had a mind to do so but he preferred her as she was. Their chemistry had been purely physical. Fluid transfers, nothing more.

ï¿½There is that.ï¿½ Allen shrugged noncommittally and returned to his scribbling. Marc glanced at his mate's open lecture pad and found Allen was filling the page with some strange script, writing from right to left so neatly that it seemed as if it was of a second nature to him. Marc dismissed it as another of Allen's strange predilections, just another something his mate was caught up with at the moment.

ï¿½Marcus,ï¿½ Someone called out. Marc looked up and found it was only the teacher Ms Gorman. ï¿½I'd like to know what you thought about Elizabeth's character?ï¿½

Marc searched his memory to find meaning in his teacher's question. Oh, the bint in Pride and Prejudice. They were supposed to be reading Jane Austin this week and Elizabeth was the know it all, self-righteous headstrong bitch. Marc tactically decided to reword his reply. It was hardly the case that he feared Gorman for she was just another teacher, but he just didn't feel the need to get into an argument with her at the moment.

ï¿½I think Austin was trying to create a persona that was strong both emotionally and psychologically.ï¿½ Marc lied. ï¿½She was trying to create a female character that embodied the protest of the value of the female mind in a male dominated society. Elizabeth fit the bill because she used her-ï¿½ he couldnï¿½t resist quoting Shakespeareï¿½s Henry V even though he hated the tosser, ï¿½womanï¿½s heart as well as her mind and didn't allow herself to get totally carried away by either because she was using the two in tandem.ï¿½

Personally he thought the novel was a piece of shit.

ï¿½That's pretty good...ï¿½ Ms Gorman admitted, surprised that Marc had somehow stumbled on the answer sheï¿½d been more or less fishing for. The class discussion then turned to mundane matters, namely the ones Marc had brought up but by now he was past caring. Gorman wouldn't bother him for the rest of this lesson as long as he didn't disrupt the class. He had no plans to.

He was busy alternating between Kylie and Andrea. Allison was still out of the running, heï¿½d already done Tracey and Amber was at home nursing the flu so they were the only two left in his class that qualified for a boning. Both were appealing in different ways. Andrea was definitely the more 'glamorous' of the two seeing as she lived her life according to this month's Cosmo while Kylie was the cute 'girl next door' sort who could turn into an absolute knockout with a good makeover.

(Look I got conned into thinking ï¿½Sheï¿½s All Thatï¿½ was a comedy and actually watched the damn thing so shut the hell up!)

ï¿½Completely different people...ï¿½ Marc mused aloud.

ï¿½Eh?ï¿½ Allen asked, his tone making it clear he was only partially interested and was making vocal noises just for the sake of it.

ï¿½If you had a choice, who would you bone, Kylie or Andrea?ï¿½

Allen looked up long enough to examine the females in question, his eyes appraising them in fashion only a healthy heterosexual male could. Scratching his chest idly, he snorted, ï¿½That's a dumb question, I'd bone em both.ï¿½

ï¿½Bone em both... that's not a bad idea.ï¿½ Marc allowed a devious grin to slowly spread over his face. His brain was already hard at work writing up the new scenario.

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ï¿½What the hellï¿½s Dougie doing here?ï¿½ Allen demanding nodding over the rim of his XXXX stubby. Dougie and his pack of morons had taken over the swing set in David's back yard and were looking particularly apelike as they swung on the crossbar while trying to drink beer through brightly coloured party straws.

ï¿½Who knows?ï¿½ Marc shrugged indifferently lighting a cigarette.

ï¿½They probably just overheard someone talking about tonight and showed up.ï¿½ Alec volunteered. ï¿½David's piss-ups are hardly a secret and seeing as most us lack club ID anyway, it's a convenient avenue to get pissed in.ï¿½ Unlike Marc and Allen, he was drinking what he called a ï¿½Bloody Scotch.ï¿½ It was a lot like a ï¿½Bloody Maryï¿½ but without the vodka, tomato juice, olives etc and drunk straight out of the Johnny Walker bottle.

The conversation then turned to music as Allen and Alec got into a Slipknot Vs. Fear Factory argument. While it was a topic Marc would usually have jumped in on, he was distracted, as most guys tend to be, by the appearance of a pretty girl, or two. The Annoying Element: Tracey, Lynn and Andrea had set up shop around the keg and while they weren't really drinking to get shitfaced, they had tactically positioned themselves so that they could annoy anyone who went in for a refill.

Marc winked at Tracey and she returned a sultry grin, her eyes giving him and open invitation. He was tempted, very tempted for however annoying Tracey could be; she was still a terrific piece of ass. Still, he had other plans this evening and he was a tenacious bastard where his plans were concerned. Dragging his eyes off Tracey, he planted them firmly on Andrea. Clad in sleek black hipsters and a low cut dark red midriff top with her long raven hair out, she looked like a million bucks. Perfect for what he had in mind.

ï¿½Well fuck me with a wet brick!ï¿½ Allen suddenly exclaimed.

Marc dragged his eyes of Andrea and followed his mate's astonished gaze to see Kylie walk out onto the patio. Gone were the daggy glasses revealing big grey eyes and a light splattering of freckles across the bridge of her cute little nose. Her dark hair, like Andrea's, was left loose and she was dressed in a short denim skirt and a white skin tight halter top - a very un-Kylie like outfit for she usually settled on something unflattering like baggy jeans coupled with an oversized sweater.

ï¿½For a geek that girl is hot.ï¿½ Alec mumbled dryly.

Marc nodded slowly. The Levi's emphasised her long slender legs and the halter hugged a pair of beautifully firm knockers. Hardly stacked, Kylie's tits were barely a more than handful but they were perfectly shaped handfuls none the less.

ï¿½Good skin tone.ï¿½ Allen commented.

ï¿½Uh huh.ï¿½ Marc grinned taking a long slurp of beer without taking his eyes off Kylie. ï¿½And perhaps more importantly, no bra.ï¿½

Kylie stopped on the patio and looked around timidly. People were lounging about all over the backyard either leaning on things or sitting down on an assortment of deck chairs, stools or eskies. Almost everyone had a cigarette or a drink in hand and quite a few had both. KoRn poured out from what looked like a fairly expensive sound system that had been moved out onto the patio and fiercely defended by the host lest overzealous party fiends tapered with it or helped themselves to the contents of an impressive CD rack next to it.

This was hardly her sort of crowd as she didn't drink, didn't smoke and most definitely didn't sleep around. To add to her awkwardness was her outfit. She felt so exposed and still couldn't understand why she'd opted to wear such revealing attire, or even show up at this party for that matter. What the hell did she think she was doing? People were beginning to stare now and Kylie felt a fresh wave of panic wash over her. She hated being in the spotlight, hated being appraised and more than a few pairs of male eyes were openly appraising her. She felt like a piece of meat on display. Just then she saw someone wave her over and she walked forward quickly without really thinking about what she was doing. Anything to get out of the spotlight.

As she neared the group she was able to recognise the guys who'd pulled her out of her jam. Allen and Marc she knew from her English and Math classes and the waver was Alec, the cute though somewhat sulky looking gothic who sat to her left in Geography.

ï¿½Hey Kylies, s'up?ï¿½ Alec asked nodding his greeting. Allen and Marc followed their mate's cue in a simular fashion as teenage culture played out yet another of its rituals.

ï¿½Nothing much.ï¿½ Kylie blurted much too fast causing herself to blush in embarrassment and curse inwardly.

Marc offered her a chair and she sat down acutely aware that all three were openly staring at her. Blushing furiously now, Kylie found she was unable to sit still, she wasn't sure whether to sit with her legs together or sit with them crossed and she didn't know what to do with her hands. Noticing her discomfort, Alec flipped open the lid of the esky at his feet and offered her a beer.

ï¿½Uh, I... I really don't think I should...ï¿½ She stammered apprehensively staring at the stubby, dread written all over her pretty face. Her mind was already filled with pictures of herself stumbling around drunk and vomiting andï¿½ worse. Allen nodded and Alec handed him the stubby instead.

ï¿½You cold?ï¿½ Marc cut in before either Allen or Alec could speak. Without waiting for her reply he shrugged off his jacket and handed it to her.

ï¿½Um, thanks.ï¿½ Kylie smiled gratefully. She wasn't at all cold but at least the jacket would allow her to cover up a bit for the halter left precious little to the imagination. Pulling the zipper up to her throat she completely missed the dark looks Allen and Alec were shooting at Marc. Kylie found herself reconsidering the beer offer. One drink should be okay, she told herself not realising the thought was not her own. Her initial nervousness had faded into little more than a memory

ï¿½Hey is that beer offer still on?ï¿½ She asked, more confident now. Alec grinned and handed her another stubby and Kylie was surprised to find the hand that accepted the drink was totally steady. She took the icy beer and stared at the yellow XXXX label for a long moment.

ï¿½You might want to take a drink of that before it gets warm.ï¿½ Marc said with a lopsided grin. ï¿½As much as I value the flavour of our indigenous Queensland beer, albeit owned by the bloody Japs, XXXX tastes bloody awful warm.ï¿½

Kylie returned his grin and quickly took a sip not wanting to look stupid in front of them. She didn't want to do anything that might offend these guys seeing as they were being so nice to her.

ï¿½So what brings you out to our humble little gathering this fine Friday night?ï¿½ Allen asked conversationally.

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Kylie stumbled and would've fallen if Marc hadn't wrapped his arms around her waist in time. She had begun to start feeling a bit woozy as the alcohol took effect and Marc had suggested it might be a good idea if she called it a night. Kylie shook her head to clear the cobwebs and cursed aloud as Marc steadied her. It was well after midnight and they were standing on David's driveway.

ï¿½You alright?ï¿½ He asked still holding her from behind and she was able to detect concern in his voice. How very sweet of him to leave his mates and walk her out... she thought leaning ever so slightly into him. Somehow this felt really comforting.

ï¿½Looks like someone had a bit of fun tonight.ï¿½ A girl's voice this time. Kylie looked up to see Andrea standing a few feet away with one hand on her hip and a bemused expression on her pretty face. Suddenly embarrassed by Marc's presence and his arms around her, Kylie stepped away from him and turned to face Andrea.

God she looks so self assured! Kylie thought without spite staring at the other girl. Andrea simply oozed sensuality and the girl seemed so confident that Kylie couldn't help but admire her. What I wouldn't give to be like that, she thought wistfully.

ï¿½How're ya gonna get home?ï¿½ Andrea asked raising an eyebrow.

ï¿½I... I dunno.ï¿½ Kylie admitted, a frown on her face. She hadn't planned that far ahead and there was no one coming to pick her up.

ï¿½Why don't you get a lift with me?ï¿½ Andrea offered. ï¿½You're on Sandgate Road aren't you?ï¿½ When Kylie nodded Andrea continued, ï¿½Yeah well I'm heading up to Aspley anyway, I could drop you off on the way if you like.ï¿½

ï¿½Oh cool, thanks.ï¿½ Kylie grinned. She had always been under the impression Andrea was rather stuck up and flighty but she seemed quite alright now. Her offer of a free ride was very welcome indeed for they were hardly what anyone would call friends. In fact everyone had been really nice to her tonight, especially the guys she'd been sitting with...

ï¿½What about you Marky Marc?ï¿½ Andrea grinned with a mischievous glint in her dark almond eyes. ï¿½You want a ride too?ï¿½

ï¿½I would.ï¿½ Marc nodded, the glint in his eyes mirroring Andrea's before his expression turned sour. ï¿½But don't you ever call me Marky Marc again if you value your life sweetheart.ï¿½

ï¿½Okey dokey.ï¿½ Andrea laughed. ï¿½C'mon I'm over there.ï¿½ She led them over to a sleek grey Commodore parked across the street.

Marc whistled appreciatively. ï¿½Where'd ya get the wheels from?ï¿½

ï¿½This year's birthday present from my folks.ï¿½ Andrea replied. ï¿½It was this or a lime green Falcon, I liked the colour so I got this.ï¿½

ï¿½Lucky bitch.ï¿½ Marc remarked as he opened Kylie's door for her.

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ï¿½Hey where are we going?ï¿½ Kylie asked looking out the window in confusion. ï¿½This isn't the way home.ï¿½

Andrea laughed from the driver's seat, her voice low and husky. ï¿½It isn't, but we have to make a pit stop on the way. Don't worry Kylies, we'll get you home safe and sound, promise...ï¿½

Kylie nodded dumbly. She didn't like patronising Andrea's tone but for the time being, there didn't seem to be any real cause for alarm. They were just taking a detour of sorts. Still, she couldn't help feeling that something wasn't quite right here but as she just couldn't put her finger on it, she remained silent.

Ten minutes later they were driving through the city and Kylie's panic began to rise. This was no simple errand run. They had been mere minutes from her place and now they were miles away. What could be so important that Andrea had not simply dropped her off before running whatever errand she was on?

As if sensing her discomfort, Marc reached out from behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. ï¿½Chill out.ï¿½ He said reassuringly giving her a quick squeeze.

She expected him to remove his hand after that but he didn't. Slowly his fingers trailed along her shoulder to the zipper at her throat. Kylie froze in panic. She didn't know what he was doing but she was sure she wasn't going to like it. She looked over at Andrea, her eyes pleading the other girl to notice what Marc was doing but Andrea's attention was focused on the road and she seemed not to notice what was happening in the seat next to her. Slowly, agonisingly, Kylie felt Marc draw the zipper of the jacket he had loaned her down to her waist before his hands were on her shoulders pushing her slightly forward off the seat and then gently drawing the jacket down off her shoulders.

ï¿½W-what are you doing?ï¿½ Kylie managed to stammer nervously as she felt his hands again, this time against the bare skin of her shoulders.

ï¿½Just kneading out all that stress.ï¿½ Marc laughed teasingly. Kylie could feel his breath hot on the nape of her neck and couldn't decide whether she liked the sensation or not. Marc's fingers began to gently dig into the hard muscle on her shoulders, slowly rubbing circles into her flesh. Faster than Kylie would have thought possible, she felt her resistance flow out of her. His hands felt so good! So unbelievably good!

She barely heard Marc tell Andrea to put down the passenger window but the breeze caressing her face was lovely, she could stay like this forever. Andrea spared Kylie a glance and grinned approvingly at Marc. The shy slender girl had her eyes closed, her lips parted ever so slightly as Marc worked on her. Andrea gave him a quick wink before turning her attention back to the road.

Kylie's eyes snapped open as she felt one of Marc's hands move down her arm, his fingers barely touching her flushed skin. This was turning out to be more than just a back massage.

ï¿½No, wait, HEY!ï¿½ She squealed moving to intercept the wayward hand. Deftly he slipped past her shaky defence and his hand came to rest against her hip. She stiffened noticeably and clamped down on his wrist but found to her dismay that she couldn't push his hand away as she knew she should.

Turning her head, she found his face inches from hers. ï¿½No, please donï¿½t...ï¿½ She pleaded, her voice barely audible. Marc said nothing, his face partially hidden in shadows. All Kylie could make out her his eyes, locked on hers. Slowly she felt his hand glide up her side over her smooth flat tummy and then over her ribcage. Try as she might, she couldn't stop him. If anything, her hand seemed to be guiding his upwards. She gasped as he cupped her breast. It was the first time anyone had ever done that to her.

ï¿½Let go baby.ï¿½ Kylie was shocked to see Andrea smiling at her. Marc's hand was clearly visible as he rolled her rapidly hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger. There was no way Andrea had been able to miss it. ï¿½Just sit back and enjoy the ride.ï¿½ Andrea murmured, her voice a husky purr.

ï¿½Why are you letting him do this to me?ï¿½ Kylie pleaded, a wild frightened look in her grey eyes. She was barely able to stifle a gasp as Marc's hands continued to drive her crazy. While his right hand attended to her breast, his left was busy tracing patterns against the side of her neck. Kylie was fighting a losing battle of wills. She was still a virgin and she had never petted or even kissed a guy before. In the past she'd usually been able to control her 'urges' without having to result to masturbation but between the alcohol in her bloodstream and the effect Marc's hands were having on her, she was trapped. She was putty his hands and they all knew it.

ï¿½Because he wants to.ï¿½ Andrea replied with a sweet smile. ï¿½Because deep down you want him to.ï¿½

ï¿½No, I...ï¿½ Kylie frowned, confusion plainly evident on her cute freckled face.

Andrea reached over and traced a small X on the inside of Kylie's thigh, about three inches above the knee with her fingernail. ï¿½And because I want him to.ï¿½ She laughed, her voice a delicious whiskey tenor. ï¿½We all want this Kylie, let go...ï¿½

Slowly Kylie leaned back into the seat, her mind in turmoil. Did she actually want this? Her body seemed to like it but how far would Marc go? How far should she let him go? She jerked involuntarily as she felt his lips on her neck. He held her firmly against the seat as he wrecked havoc on her nervous system. In moments Kylie found herself running her fingers through his hair as she clamped his head in place. Then Marc pried her fingers off his head and brought his lips down on hers. She hesitated for a brief moment before Kylie found herself kissing him back with total abandon. Her enthusiasm making up for her lack of experience.

ï¿½Okay folks,ï¿½ Andrea's voice snapped Kylie out of her trance and her first kiss. ï¿½I don't know about you two, but contrary to popular belief, I'm not a big fan of fooling around in cars.ï¿½

Kylie glanced out the window and saw that they had pulled into the driveway of an old but meticulously well kept colonial townhouse. ï¿½Where are we?ï¿½ She asked.

ï¿½Southside,ï¿½ Andrea replied getting out of the Commodore. ï¿½C'mon, my parents are out for the weekend.ï¿½

ï¿½Geez,ï¿½ Marc exclaimed looking around in wonder. ï¿½Aydie what the hell are you doing in a state school?ï¿½ They called her ï¿½Aydieï¿½ on account of her initials - Andrea Davis - rather than ï¿½Andyï¿½ because she absolutely hated being called that and nobody could be bothered pronouncing her three-syllable name each time they wanted to get her attention.

Andrea smiled. ï¿½Itï¿½s a long story but basically because dad had to actually work to acquire his riches so to speak, he doesnï¿½t want things to go to my head and he figured the last thing he wanted was me hanging out with a bunch of spoiled brat rich kids in a private school.ï¿½

ï¿½Poor you.ï¿½ Marc grinned.

ï¿½Nah, I reckon thereï¿½s probably more fun to be had in Turnam State anyway.ï¿½ Andrea shrugged. ï¿½I mean if I had gone private would I have been here with you guys now?ï¿½

ï¿½Uh, guys, what are we doing here?ï¿½ Kylie said, her voice barely above a whisper as if she was afraid of being heard.

ï¿½Weï¿½re here to have some fun of course!ï¿½ Andrea smiled vivaciously as she led them in through the garage entrance and down a long polished mahogany corridor. Pushing open a door, she ushered them into the room impatiently.

As Andrea hit the lights, Marc couldnï¿½t help grinning. Woad blue wallpaper with some sort of strange Celtic design adorned the walls interspaced with posters of hard rock or alternative bands, KoRn, Sepultura and Veruca Salt predominating. In the centre of the room was a queen-sized bed and directly opposite the bed against the far wall was a home theatre system that would be the envy of most households. Christina Aguilera was nowhere in sight.

ï¿½Wow!ï¿½ Kylie exclaimed taking in the scenery.

ï¿½You guys just go on and start without me.ï¿½ Andrea called out as she disappeared through an adjoining door. Seconds later Marc could hear a tap running and surmised Andreaï¿½s bedroom was a master suite of some sort.

ï¿½What did she mean start without her?ï¿½ Kylie asked as she bent forward to check out the nearest CD rack. She wasnï¿½t prepared for Marcï¿½s hands on her so soon. His fingers found her nipples and she gasped straightening up and leaning back into him reflexively.

ï¿½No, hey! Andreaï¿½s in the next room!ï¿½ She protested. Marcï¿½s arms were wrapped around hers as his hands took free liberties with her tits. She tried to square her shoulders to get some leverage to shrug him off her but she was ashamed to find she was barely putting any effort into the attempt. It was like she actually wanted him to touch her. For the first time in her life Kylie felt like a complete slut.

ï¿½She said to start without her.ï¿½ Marc whispered breathlessly as Kylie seemed to push her chest out a little. ï¿½Well weï¿½re starting without herï¿½ï¿½ Soon he was gnawing on her neck, something the experience in the car had taught him turned Kylie into jelly. It worked again.

Kylie groaned loudly, her tongue pressing into the back of her own teeth as her head rolled back in abandon. Marc couldnï¿½t help grinning to himself for the slender girl in his arms would react exactly the way he planned regardless of her likes or intents beforehand. She was his to mould in every sense of the word.

Kylie didn't know what to make of the hands at her breasts or the lips at her neck, but now she was sure she didn't want Marc to stop either. She could feel the moisture between her legs, the tingling excitement at her chest and the line of goose bumps creeping up her back.

ï¿½Oh Godï¿½ï¿½ She breathed turning her head and offering her lips to Marc. Never one to say no to that sort of offer, he joined in, sinking his tongue between those soft lips to duel with hers.

Kylie wasn't sure what was happening. A moment ago she would have screamed if it was suggested she let someone she barely knew do this to her. Now though, she found Marc was so yummy to taste. Their lips wrestled for position as their tongues duelled in the open space between. Kylie's eyes fluttered at each new sensation now shooting through her glorious body

Marc winked at Andrea as she re-entered the room, a bemused expression on her pretty face. Somewhere along the line sheï¿½d gotten changed as was now dressed in a long white nightshirt. At his unspoken question, she grinned mischievously turning to one side and lifting the back of her nightshirt to reveal she wore nothing underneath. Marc licked his lips in unconcealed delight for this was quickly turning into one hell of night to remember.

Marc slid his hands down Kylieï¿½s arms, gently, but firmly pulling them down and backward until he held her by the wrists about level with her cute little ass. Then, he nodded at Andrea who stood unnoticed by Kylie, a few feet away licking her lips in anticipation.

Kylieï¿½s eyes snapped open as she felt another set of hands upon her. Deftly Andrea undid the bowstring of the halter and slowly began to pull the garment down.

ï¿½No! Marc! Whatï¿½s she doing? Whyï¿½?ï¿½ Kylie demanded attempting to twist out of the way to no avail. She doubted she would have minded so much if Marc had done it but being caught in the act felt wrong to her and being undressed by another girl worse.

ï¿½Hey its only Aydie, whatï¿½s the problem?ï¿½ Marc asked barely able to suppress a chuckle as he held Kylie to him. Her firm denim clad butt was rubbing him nicely and he saw no reason not to continue enjoying the sensation.

ï¿½Yeah Kylies,ï¿½ Andrea purred letting go of the bowstring and taking hold Kylieï¿½s face in her hands. Taking on a pouting hurt expression she said, ï¿½You like me donï¿½t you Kylie?ï¿½

ï¿½I-I guess so.ï¿½ Kylie faltered as she slowly stopped writhing. ï¿½But notï¿½ not like that.ï¿½ Kylie turned her head so she could see Marc out of the corner of her eye. ï¿½Please Marc make her stop. This is wrong! I - I canï¿½tï¿½ï¿½

In response, Andrea leaned forward and began to trail soft lingering kisses along Kylieï¿½s jaw. The slender girl flinched at first but Marc had Andrea moulded into the perfect seductress for this scenario and Kylieï¿½s resistance crumbled in moments.

ï¿½No, we shouldnï¿½tï¿½ï¿½ Kylie whined feebly but Marc could feel her lean forward slightly each time Andreaï¿½s lips came in contact with her flushed skin. He could feel Andreaï¿½s fingers against his stomach as she worked on the knots down Kylieï¿½s back. Finally when Andrea stepped away, she did so with Kylieï¿½s halter in hand. Marc couldnï¿½t help laughing silently as the other girlï¿½s subtlety. The trailing kisses had merely been a distraction to strip Kylie down to the waist and as such, it had worked beautifully.

As Kylie opened her eyes in confusion Andrea closed in for the kill, her mouth pressing against Kylieï¿½s in unconcealed urgency. Marc had taken liberties to insure Andrea got just as much out of the encounter as he did and she was working for her pie. He felt Kylie stiffen under him and assumed rightly that Andreaï¿½s fingers were busy worrying Kylieï¿½s now exposed nipples.

After almost a minute watching the mind-numbing intimacy taking place inches under his nose Marc decided it was time he got into the action. Releasing Kylieï¿½s hands, he reached up and gently prised Andreaï¿½s face off the slender girl between them. Andrea saw want he wanted straight away and with a grin, she leaned forward into Kylie with her face upturned. Marc reached around grabbing Andreaï¿½s lush ass and pulling her forward so he could kiss her over Kylieï¿½s shoulder with Kylie still trapped between them.

Marc had never been with two girls at the same time before and as a first, this was better than he could have ever hoped. He had Andreaï¿½s plump buns in his hands while Kylieï¿½s were jammed tightly against his groin, pressing against the principal organ of male consciousness. An organ that was simply begging for attention.

As far as kissing went, Andrea, true to her role, was simply the best kisser heï¿½d ever come across, her suction on his tongue simply fantastic and it was an effort to tear his lips away from hers.

ï¿½Get that silly shirt off and get that lush ass of yours on the bed.ï¿½ Marc croaked hoarsely.

Without hesitation Andrea pulled her nightshirt over her head and did a slow pirouette to give Marc and Kylie a grand eyeful of her sensuous curves.

ï¿½Thought youï¿½d never ask.ï¿½ Andrea laughed, proud in her nudity. As far as Marc could tell, there wasnï¿½t a single reason under the sun Andrea shouldnï¿½t be proud. Her body was the stuff wet dreams were made of and she was easily in possession of the best tits heï¿½d seen in the flesh.

ï¿½Well you didnï¿½t think you get out of this without a thorough shafting did you?ï¿½ Marc snorted. He heard Kylie gasp in front of him and assumed the way things were going was definitely distressing to her. He decided to see what he could do about that.

ï¿½Kylies, why donï¿½t you get on that bed with Andrea?ï¿½ Marc enquired softly flashing her a deceivingly sweet smile.

ï¿½I - I donï¿½t think really think I want toï¿½ï¿½ Kylie stammered uncertainly as she backed away from him, her hands covering her perky little breasts. ï¿½Thatï¿½s not right.ï¿½

ï¿½Aw cï¿½mon sweetie,ï¿½ Andrea pouted. ï¿½Pretty please, for meï¿½?ï¿½

ï¿½No, look I think I wanna go now.ï¿½ Kylie whispered, her grey eyes filled apprehension.

Marc cupped her chin leaning forward slowly enough for her to pull away, but making it very obvious as to what he intended to do. Kylie bit her bottom lip for a long moment as she stared into his eyes. She didnï¿½t move a muscle until his lips met hers then with almost frantic enthusiasm, she kissed him back.

As their tongues duelled, Marc reached down and grabbed her lush firm ass pulling her to him. Kylie stiffened in shock as she felt his obvious hardness but made no move to pull away. As he steered her towards the bed she broke the kiss and looked up at him with wide frightened eyes.

"No, I... please, no... My God, I canï¿½t. Oh... please..." Her pleas sounded halfway like she was begging him to continue. The Goddessï¿½s magick was exceeding Marcï¿½s wildest (oh who am I kidding - horniest) hopes.

Pushing her down gently at the edge of Andreaï¿½s bed, he scooted her up against the headboard. Kylie looked so adorable that Marc couldnï¿½t help bringing his lips down over hers again as he manoeuvred her into position. Her eyes still closed, she leaned back and supported herself upright on her elbows as Marc continued to play his hands over her breasts. Her breathing increased as he lightly twisted and manhandled her nipples. Her slight protestations continued, but they sounded more like an automatic reaction now than anything else.

Andrea looked on, licking her lips in anticipation. Marc could tell she was getting all hot and bothered by the attention Kylie was getting. Pulling away from Kylie, Marc grabbed Andrea by her shoulders and thrust her between Kylie legs.

ï¿½Time for you to put that pretty mouth of yours to work.ï¿½ He said moving forward to straddle Andreaï¿½s chest. Grabbing the back of her head, he pulled her forward slightly. Andreaï¿½s dexterous fingers had his straining cock out of its cloth confines in record time and Marc almost lost it when she popped him into her mouth and got that extraordinary vacuum effect of hers going.

ï¿½Dead puppies, dead puppies, dead puppiesï¿½ï¿½ He groaned trying to form mental pictures with his eyes clenched shut as he thrust his hips into Andreaï¿½s face. Anything to kill the eruption prematurely. He let out a low groan as Andrea let his cock slip out of her mouth and began tickling the tip with her little pink tongue. With a rough lunge, he filled her mouth again. To Andreaï¿½s immense delight she found herself straightening her neck to allow him deeper penetration. She could feel the little ridges of his skin as she licked the underside with her tongue.

Marc shot a glance at Kylie. The shy slender girl had her fingers in her mouth watching with rapt attention as Andrea took Marcï¿½s cock to the back of her mouth and then into her throat.

ï¿½How does she do that without choking?ï¿½ Kylie asked in wonder.

Andrea pulled her head off Marc and smiled, ï¿½Practice baby, a whole lotta of fuckinï¿½ practice.ï¿½ Without further ado, she stuffed Marcï¿½s cock back into her mouth and began bobbing her head as if that was the most important thing in the world.

Groaning, Marc pulled out of Andreaï¿½s mouth. He had run out of horrible things to visualise. Dead puppies werenï¿½t good enough, hell, even the image heï¿½d tried to form of the math teacher Chalmes doing the dirty with week-old road kill was useless. Andrea was just that damn good!

Taking on an innocent expression, Andrea said, ï¿½Oh whatï¿½s the matter Marky? Something got you all hot and bothered?ï¿½

ï¿½Smug bitch arenï¿½t you.ï¿½ He growled with mock severity. Looking over Andreaï¿½s shoulder at Kylie, Marc smiled. ï¿½Kylies, whaddaya think of Aydieï¿½s tits?ï¿½

ï¿½Um, well, theyï¿½re kinda big I guessï¿½ï¿½ Kylie whispered quickly glancing away.

ï¿½That they are.ï¿½ Marc agreed, his eyes locked onto Andreaï¿½s impressive mounds. Taking the hint and grinning impishly, Andrea leaned back into Kylie as she cupped her breasts.

ï¿½You wanna play with em Marky?ï¿½ She laughed sucking in her stomach and thrusting her chest out in centrefold style.

ï¿½I would.ï¿½ Marc returned her grin but made no move to touch the supine girl beneath him. ï¿½But I think Iï¿½d like Kylie to play with them for me.ï¿½

ï¿½Why?ï¿½ Kylie objected, confusion and apprehension written all over her cute face. ï¿½I donï¿½t think girls should do things like that to other girls.ï¿½

ï¿½Aydie?ï¿½ Marc prompted. When Andrea shrugged, Marc turned his attention back to Kylie.

ï¿½Howï¿½d you feel when Andrea kissed you? Did ya like that?ï¿½ Kylie turned bright pink but nodded shakily. ï¿½Then did ya like it when she touched you?ï¿½ The blush deepened and the nod was a long moment in coming.

Marc look down at Andrea for a long moment drinking in her soft luscious curves, then with his eyes still on the scrumptious female beneath him he said, ï¿½Then dontcha think itï¿½s only fair that you return the favour Kylies?ï¿½

ï¿½Butï¿½ï¿½

ï¿½Please Kylie?ï¿½ Andrea squirmed deliciously between Kylieï¿½s legs. ï¿½I really really want you toï¿½ï¿½ She said in a pleading little girlï¿½s voice.

Tentatively Kylieï¿½s hands snaked out to Andreaï¿½s chest where they began a slow exploration of the succulent flesh there. Andrea groaned approvingly, her eyes rolling with her mouth open slightly. Her nipples were rock hard in moments.

ï¿½How do they feel?ï¿½ Marc prompted.

Kylie looked up at him, her face a mixture of trepidation and awe. ï¿½Soft, really soft andï¿½ andï¿½ï¿½

ï¿½Bite her neck.ï¿½ Marc suggested looking down at Andrea. ï¿½Sheï¿½d like that.ï¿½

ï¿½Uh okayï¿½ï¿½ Kylie whispered snuggling down lower to carry out the command. Andrea stiffened as she felt Kylieï¿½s mouth on her neck and lewdly pumped her hips upward seeking a cock that hadnï¿½t been inserted yet.

Marc hopped off the bed and stripped down in record time. Glancing back at the scene before him he saw Kylie was much more comfortable with what she was doing now and Andrea showed no signs of disliking such treatment.

Slipping back onto the bed he tore the foil packet with his teeth and rolled the condom on efficiently. He then spread Andreaï¿½s legs in a single fluid motion and got between her thighs. For the first time he noticed her completely bare mound already glistening with the evidence of her arousal.

ï¿½OH GAWD YEAH!!!ï¿½ Andrea yelped as Marc buried his boner into her in a single brutal lunge.

She was too hot to start slow and her hips were pummelling his almost hard enough to hurt. Marc happily returned the favour nailing Andrea into her own bed. Her snug velvety pussy grabbed him like a fist and if it werenï¿½t for her abundant juices Marc thought the act might have been quite painful for the both of them. This obviously wasnï¿½t her first time but her tightness was exquisite.

True to form, Andreaï¿½s technique was flawless, her silken folds rhythmically squeezing and releasing him as he thrust down into her. Marc drew Kylieï¿½s head forward and kissed her over Andreaï¿½s shoulder. She was a quick learner and her tongue began exploring his mouth as if sheï¿½d been kissing for years.

Kylie was lost, for she was well and truly over her head and perhaps the first time in her life she didnï¿½t care! Everything felt so good. She loved every thrust Marc sent into the girl between her legs, Andreaï¿½s backbone occasionally driving across her clit as well as the delicious sensations caused by Marcï¿½s oral exploration of her mouth.

She felt Andrea stiffen before the girl between her legs seemed to shiver uncontrollably, her eyes clenched shut and her mouth open in a silent scream. Then Andreaï¿½s eyes jerked open, wide, surprised and she was unable to stifle a long satisfied groan.

Marc gave Andrea a few more shoves as her orgasm ran itself out before pulling out breathlessly. He hadnï¿½t blown it yet but there was still another willing girl at hand due for a shafting.

Planting a wet sweaty kiss on Andreaï¿½s forehead he whispered, ï¿½Roll over baby, its Kylieï¿½s turn now.ï¿½ When Andrea bit her bottom lip and stared up at him pleadingly, he couldnï¿½t help sticking his tongue into her mouth.

ï¿½Donï¿½t worry,ï¿½ He grinned a moment later, ï¿½Iï¿½ll come back to you. In you, to be more preciseï¿½ï¿½

Andrea allowed a cheeky grin to appear at the corner of her mouth as she slowly rolled out from between Kylieï¿½s splayed thighs. ï¿½You promise?ï¿½ She asked in her little girl voice. Marc responded by giving her a sharp swat on her shapely bottom.

As Marc got between Kylieï¿½s still widespread legs, he studied her face carefully for her reaction. She said nothing, making no move to pull away. She held her body nearly motionless, but her pretty face was a mix of emotions. He could sense the intense battle of wills going on in her mind. She looked frightened, her grey eyes wide open and watching his every movement apprehensively, but mixed in with her fear was lust, unmistakably lust.

Marc placed his hands on the outsides of her thighs, his eyes still on her face as his hands moved upwards until they disappeared under her short denim skirt. Her skin was silky smooth to the touch but her thighs were strong, obviously well exercised. Marc reckoned somewhere along the line she had gotten into aerobics or something. Still, it wasnï¿½t an issue that demanded coherent thought, not with the pleasures of the flesh so close in handï¿½

ï¿½Marc, Iï¿½ I think you shouldï¿½ï¿½ Kylie began nervously. She desperately wanted to get this off her chest but didnï¿½t have the slightest idea how to go about it. Her face was rapidly turning a bright pink in embarrassment. ï¿½I mean you, I, I havenï¿½t, wellï¿½ï¿½

ï¿½Sï¿½okay.ï¿½ He smiled understandingly. ï¿½Donï¿½t worry, we wonï¿½t do anything you donï¿½t want to do.ï¿½ It was a lie of course but Marc saw no reason in alarming her. He knew his subconscious was constantly re-adjusting her responses along the lines of his original pre-planned scenario but there was no point in telling her that and besides, he had no genuine need for maliciousness. True he was violating her but that was no excuse to be cruel about it.

Kylie nodded slowly. She wasnï¿½t completely reassured but as this was her first time, she reasoned a bit of nervousness was to be expected. Neither Marc or Andrea seemed to mind she was a bit jittery and that helped calm her down even more.

Marc got off the bed and held his hand out to Kylie. His grip was firm as he pulled her to her feet and against him for a deep kiss. As his mouth worked on hers, he quickly unsnapped the silver buttons down the front of Kylieï¿½s denim skirt. With a lot more confidence now, Kylie gently swayed her hips, her long legs in motion caused her skirt to fall of it's own accord to uncover the grey cotton briefs underneath.

Kylie broke their kiss and taking a few steps backward, she bent forward to peel her panties down her legs. The shape of her lengthy legs was highlighted as she bent down to slip the garment over her feet. Andrea had an incredible view of her heart shaped tush as she leaned over.

Marc sat on the edge of Andreaï¿½s bed and motioned for Kylie to get between his knees. Her beautiful eyes looked up at his, pleading him to be tolerant with her. Slowly, she licked her lips and then leaned forward taking the head of Marcï¿½s cock into her mouth.

Looking at Kylie on Marc's lap, Andrea could see the other girl's ass, a little pucker at her sphincter. She knelt down behind Kylieï¿½s jutting tush, and reached around for the pussy she knew would be dripping with girl juices. She wasnï¿½t disappointed. Kylieï¿½s heels rubbed against Andreaï¿½s ankles, a reminder of how visually enticing the slender girlï¿½s legs were. Andrea's fingers tickled Kylieï¿½s belly button, then drew a line down over the slight curve of her tummy to the soft furry patch she sought.

ï¿½Uhhnnnrgh!ï¿½ Came the surprised and muffled response from Kylie.

Andreaï¿½s fingers felt so nice against her swollen clit. Kylie began to toy her own small breasts, pulling and pinching at the nipples as she fought to retain her balance and keep Marcï¿½s cock inside her mouth. She kept trying to plunge him deeper into her, rubbing him against the soft thickness of her tongue.

She felt completely overwhelmed. The fingers in her pussy were driving her wild. She was hazed over with sex, thrilled to discover Andrea knew just exactly where to touch. She had no problems making it with a girl now. Each contact the exploring digits made drew another gasping moan, restrained only by the hard cock in her mouth. She tried again to suck it in deeper.

ï¿½Mnnnngff!ï¿½ Kylieï¿½s groan was cut off as the prick drove into her over her tongue. A sudden surge grew beyond Marcï¿½s ability to control. Flame bursting up from his testicles pumped the white hot liquid into Kylieï¿½s mouth. Suddenly eager to please, she gulped up every drop.

ï¿½Oh God!ï¿½ Marc panted a moment later. Kylie looked up to see his eyes were slightly glazed over and a part of her felt a strange sense of pride that this was her doing.

ï¿½Now Marky,ï¿½ Andrea said teasingly from the edge of the bed, ï¿½donï¿½t you think its time you return the favour?ï¿½

ï¿½Yes, I think Iï¿½d betterï¿½ï¿½ Marc said, his usual lopsided grin again in place. ï¿½Kylies, back on the bed. We could do this on the floor but why bother when Andreaï¿½s got this lovely spread set out for us here?ï¿½

ï¿½Uh what do I do?ï¿½ Kylie asked curiously not totally understanding what was required of her.

ï¿½Just get back into that position you were in before.ï¿½ Andrea suggested helpfully. ï¿½Like you were in when I was between your legs. Iï¿½ve got it on good authority that Marcï¿½s a legend in this.ï¿½ She sent him a devious wink to let him know Tracey had spilled the beans on his last adventure down under.

Kylie got into position quickly and Marc lost no time getting between her spread thighs. Her scent was strong, deliciously overpowering and Marc couldnï¿½t wait to sample it straight from the source. He started working on the insides of her thighs, showing her flesh with light kisses and even lighter licks. He wanted to drive her crazy before he went for the kill.

Finally, he approached her cute little pussy. Marc hesitated, teasing her, and then ever so lightly brushing his tongue against her labia. Kylieï¿½s hips jerked upwards. Moaning loudly, she arched her back and ground her pelvis into his face. He pulled back, maliciously not allowing any more contact. This was real torture, but he knew she loved it. He continued to use feathery touches, pulling away each time she sought more solid contact.

After several more minutes of this exquisite brand of torment, whatever tiny portion of resistance Kylie had had was little more than a distant memory. She didnï¿½t care that she was being violated, didnï¿½t care that she was a virgin, didnï¿½t care that only minutes ago hadnï¿½t wanted this to happen. None of that mattered now. She wanted this, needed this, NOW!

When Marc was sure she could take little more, he sucked her clit into his mouth and began lashing it with his tongue, lightly grazing it with his teeth. Almost immediately, she came with an intense orgasm, the first she hadnï¿½t brought on herself. Kylie was rolling under the waves of pure bliss, writhing and thrashing on Andreaï¿½s bed. Her screams were strangled, her naturally quiet nature preventing her from being more vocal. Marc put his arm across her belly to hold her down and continued his onslaught throughout her orgasm. Kylie nearly passed out from the sheer pleasure of it. Finally, her body, still glowing in her post-orgasm state, began to relax. Marc pulled his mouth off her clit, but was still gently running his fingers up and down her sopping slit.

ï¿½How was that?ï¿½ He asking grinning.

Kylie brushed a dark strand of hair away from her face as stared down at him. ï¿½My God! What did you do to me?ï¿½

ï¿½More importantly, what do you want me to do to you now?ï¿½

The innocence was long gone now. Kylieï¿½s grey eyes were piecing, her voice husky. ï¿½Fuck me.ï¿½ She hissed. ï¿½I want you to fuck me silly and I want you to do it right now!ï¿½

ï¿½Far be it from me to disappoint a lady.ï¿½ Marc laughed. As heï¿½d been eating Kylie out, Andreaï¿½s hands had been busy keeping him hard. Sheï¿½d even taken the time to roll a new condom into place. Pushing Kylieï¿½s thighs further apart, he crawled forward and repositioned himself against her moist opening.

Marc slowly pressed his cock into her. God she was TIGHT! Finally, he reached her hymen. Slowly, he pulled back out until he had just the head of his cock in her. He pushed back in and patiently waited for her to loosen up.

ï¿½You ready?"

ï¿½Uh-huhï¿½ There was a little fear in her voice, but it was hard to hear over her wanting. Marc pulled his cock out so that just the head was in, placed his hands on her hips for leverage, and shoved himself into the girl beneath him. Kylie let out a short scream as Marc tore through her hymen.

Her eyes were clenched shut and Marc found her grimace simply beautiful to behold. This violation of innocence was pure bliss to him. Andrea had been a super fuck but it was a different sort of fuck. She was the type of girl that had a body that wouldnï¿½t quit. She could take it, without question, anytime he wanted her to and still give him the ride of his life. Breaking Kylieï¿½s innocence simply made the experience all the more sweeter.

ï¿½Kay Kylies. Here goes.ï¿½ Marc started out with a slow rhythm, until he was sure Kylie could take it. Then he gradually picked up the pace as his excitement rose. Soon he was pounding in and out of her as she writhed in ecstasy. She was screaming herself hoarse but whatever controls she had left were gone. Marc grinned as he considered the effects heï¿½d had on Kylieï¿½s behaviour. Cruelly, he grabbed a fistful of her dark curls and yanked her head back, causing her to groan. Her neck looked so inviting he simply couldnï¿½t help himself.

Marc had never cared much for vampires but he appreciated the vulnerability they found in their victims. That was what made this whole escapade all the more juicier. Without the Goddessï¿½s gift, he knew Kylie would have never allowed herself to get into her current possession. Now she was fucking back at him like sheï¿½d been doing this for ages. In response he continued to plough her deep and hard.

Kylie wrapped her long legs around Marcï¿½s lower back and she seemed to be trying to hold him in her. It was a serious effort to keep moving but Marc didnï¿½t mind. This was easily the best fuck of his life. He glanced down at Kylie and saw her entire body shaking with pleasure, her small breasts jiggling delightfully.

Her body shivered and she whimpered as her nails dug into his shoulder. "I'm there, right there, donï¿½t stop! Whatever you do, dontcha fucking STOP!ï¿½

Marc was busy tracing patterns against Kylieï¿½s throat which his tongue when the girl's pussy began to quake around his cock. Her hips bucked up and down frantically as he repeatedly skewered her, over and over again. As heï¿½d done with Andrea only minutes before, Marc simply took a deep breath and rode Kylieï¿½s orgasm out with her.

ï¿½God that was unbelievable!ï¿½ Kylie panted moments later as she looked up at Marc adoringly.

ï¿½He ainï¿½t finished with ya yet darlinï¿½ï¿½ Andrea purred from the sidelines. Addressing Marc she said, ï¿½Are you Marky?ï¿½

Pulling out of the gorgeous creature, Marc flipped Kylie onto her stomach. She had an idea of what he wanted to do next and happily shoved her ass high in the air. Placing one hand on the back of her neck, Marc held her down and then roughly shoved himself back into her dripping slit.

ï¿½Unnnggggh, YEAH!ï¿½ Kylie barked as he tore back into her. Marc continued his relentless pounding delighted at the sight of Kylieï¿½s firm buns jiggling each time his hips struck hers. Because he was holding her down, Kylie didnï¿½t have much leverage to push back up against him but she found she could roll her hips slightly and if she timed it just right with his thrusts, she could grind her clit against his cock on the downstroke.

Less than a minute later Kylie began scream. Her already tight pussy clamped down on Marcï¿½s cock making it almost impossible for him to move. He grinned cruelly at the wildly buckling girl as he felt Andrea press her breasts against his back and begin kissing his neck. Then his own control vanished as he unleased a flood into Kylie.

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½

Andrea was constantly active throughout the rest of the night. When she didnï¿½t have Marcï¿½s cock buried deep inside her, her hands and her mouth brazenly roamed all over Kylie or Marc as he put the slender girl through her paces. Andrea proved to be stunningly inventive, her newfound skills beyond anything Marc could have hoped for. She was constantly repositioning either Kylie or herself, pausing long enough to fondle or suck knowing she was driving them all to a point beyond critical mass. She was working hard to insure they all got the most out of the night.

When Marc finally collapsed on top of a near insensitive freshly deflowered Kylie, he found Andreaï¿½s face inches from his.

ï¿½Was that as good for me as it was for you?ï¿½ She smiled sexily in spite of her obvious fatigue.

ï¿½You have no ideaï¿½ï¿½ Marc whispered staring into her smoky eyes. ï¿½Absolutely no fucking ideaï¿½ï¿½

It had definitely been a night to remember, he thought to himself. Who would have thought switching off your heart could lead to this much fun?