****** Mark and Chris XI: Strong Choices Make Strong Relations by
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Mark and Chris XI: Strong Choices Make Strong Relations


Chris looked at the screen of his computer, and smirked.Mark was sitting on his
bed, flipping the new scope that his best friend had just bought over and over
when Chris called him.

"Look at this." Mark did so, then only nodded.

"Ohhh, what fun!" Chris typed a reply, finishing just as Reba and Cassie burst
into the apartment.

"HEY, you two! It's Friday! So what are we going to do?" Mark grabbed Cassie,
and pushed her into this room. The second they cleared the door, he kicked it
shut, pushing her on the bed, and kneeling over her. Their lips meet, tongues
battling.

"You said you wanted to talk." He rolled over, and sat on the bed looking at
her.

"Yes, I do. Listen... Mark...the reason we broke up was because you cheated on
me. Reba told me all the people you have had sex with since we broke up...and I
think there is something in you that seeks that." Cassie looked directly at
him, eyes only turning away when she could no longer bear to look into his.

"What are you saying?" He tried hard to control his voice, something he failed
at.

"I'm saying that I think a part of you will never be satisfied with just one
girl. Come on, I remember all the girls you dated when I was younger and
friends with Reba. You change girls like some people change their underwear.
Sometimes you would date 3, 4 at the same time. I think there is a part of you
that seeks that."

"What are you saying?" He was out of other things to say, and his throat was
slowly constricting.

"That I think we need to do something to strengthen this relationship."

"Which would be..."

"Bring in another woman. A outsider, somebody neither of us has attachment to,
and you can fuck her under my..."supervision."

"Come again?" Mark was stunned, and it showed on his face.

"I don't want you to cheat on me. It would hurt to bad, I would have to leave
you, and I don't want that. But I think that if I allow you to have sex with
other women, while I control it, will stifle that urge."

"Is this some Freudian sexual theory my sister came up with?"

"No, but she helped."

"Great! My sister, the sex therapist!" He shook his head. "Are you serious
about this? I mean, in all honesty, do you really mean that?"

"Yes."

"O.K... think I know where to get this...unattached girl."

"Where might that be?" She leaned up against her man, as he looked out the
window, watching the sun disappear behind the trees, as night feel.

"You'll find out in a little while." He got up, and walked over to his closet,
pulling out a pair of black seat pants, and a green T-shirt which had had the
arms cut off. The outfit was completed by his kung fu shoes, and the black
sweatshirt he had worn on their motorcycle trip, with a huge viper, wrapped
around a globe and anchor on the back. It was the boys symbol. Both of them had
two intertwined vipers, wrapped around jump wings and a globe tattooed on the
right of their left shoulder blade, on their back.

"You do not plan to kidnap her, do you?"

"No! Just trust me on this." A knock came on the door, and Chris walked in,
dressed in the same garb.

"You ready?"

"Yeah, lets do this!"

Like many booming cities, theirs had decided that traffic was becoming a
problem. To solve it, the city fathers had decided to build a beltway. That
massive undertaking wrapped around most of the city, however, lots of the more
prosperous housing developments lay outside this zone. Which mean that the
roads that lead into the city mostly where cut, and then rerouted, or bridges
where built.

The country club where Mark and Chris's parents lived was one such development.
The two roads (refereed to by those who lived "back there" as Mark's mother
called it, as front and back) had both been cut off. Front had a bridge built,
and just past the beltway, a commercial center developed. The back was cut, and
rerouted, with another bridge, and another retail/commercial center. This left
the original "back" road. The land had always belong to a old, local farming
family, that got rich of selling its land to the developers of the beltway, and
now where locally referred to as the redneck Kennedy's, not because of
philanthropy, but because of sexual escapades. However, they still owned the
land that the road ran on, even though it did not go anywhere now. Once upon a
time, it had been a horse training ground, complete with the round rotunda used
to walk horses, dug into the ground, and covered with sand. No horses had been
trained there for 7 years, or so. However, ever since the demise of the horse
operation, and more seriously so since the building of the beltway (by giving
more privacy to the wooded strip of land), the Pit, as it was called, had
become a teenage gathering place, tolerated by the McCormick's, as their sons
used it as a "hunting ground."

Almost the entire area was covered with woods, and only the road, and off strip
that lead to the pit where open. And every Friday, this area clogged with
teenagers, some college students, and those who sought out the people in that
age group. Mark and Chris both knew for a fact that some of their high school
friends had gotten their start in drug dealing right there.

Their camaros rolled through the woods, slowly on a dirt road, coming up to the
Pit. A commotion was going on at the bottom, as 2 boys went at it. They
couldn't be older then 16, and the two watched the technique in disgust. Not
worthy.

"What are we doing here? I thought you stopped coming?" Reba sounded more
annoyed. The boys had brought her here in the past, for the purpose of watching
the car, a pleasure Cassie had never had. She had been here, but never to the
Pit.

"We where invited back." The boys parked in the circle of cars ringing the pit,
their lights shinning down, and providing a eerie back set. They both leaned up
against the hood of Chris car, and watched as one of the boys fell down, and
tapped out. The other screamed, trying to imitate a wolf, before running over
to Ryan McCormick, and collecting his money. Chris tapped Mark on the shoulder,
and indicated Greg McCormick, as the fat 21 year old waddled up to the boys.

"Glad you could make it."

"Wouldn't have missed it. How much is the purse?" Everybody that did not fight,
had to pay a fee for watching. Everybody that came through the gate at the road
had to pay a "cover charge," in return for which they knew the cops would leave
this area alone, since it was private land, and far away from people who would
call the cops in the first place.

"450 for both of you...if you win." The two boys held the distinction of never
having lost. Three years ago, the four McCormick boys who ran the Pit had
decided on a championship like system, and either Mark or Chris could have had
it any of those years, but they refused to fight each other, no matter how much
money was offered.

"You two are up after two more of these. I tell ya, they don't make them like
they used to." The boy looked at Reba and Cassie, both now sitting in Chris
Camaro (he had a convertible, as compared to Mark's T-top, so his was preferred
amongst the girls), the top down, talking quietly.

"Congrats on getting back with Cassie. I had my eye on her, but hey, luck of
the draw."

"You'll have my finger in your eye if you don't stop looking at her like that.
Get out of here, we'll know when it's our turn." They boy complied, not wishing
to anger them before fighting.

"Fat fucker."

"Calm down, money is money." They both laughed, before walking back into the
shadows to warm up and stretch. While back there, Mark made his request. Chris
was dubious...but he agreed. They put on their protective gear (even the
McCormick's insisted on headgear, shin and instep protectors, and Karate
Gloves...the boys added mouthpieces to that, as did most contestants), and
walked back to the ring of cars.

The reason the two of them where so damn good was a.) They had both had a life
long obsession with kung fu, with both of them having studied it for over 12
years now, and b.) They fought as a team, something few others seemed to
appreciate. The "team" facing them tonight was a pair of twins, the same age as
the boys, but far from as experienced. Mark had fought the "older" before, in a
regulation bout for the south eastern championship, a two years before, and had
not been impressed. The two of them looked...well, like twins. Both had long
blond hair, tied back into a ponytail. Each was about 6'0" tall, putting them
equal with Mark and Chris. But neither of them was as heavy from muscle, and
neither of them was judged to be as fast. They waited at the bottom of the Pit,
as the challengers had to, while the two contestants stood in the dark,
stripping of their sweatshirts. Both wore green T-shirts, with the arms cut
off, and the Florida A & M "Rattler" logo on the front. Both wore lightweight
black sweat pants, and kung fu shoes. The two twins in the sand where dressed
in silk kung fu pants, white T-shirts, and bare foot. They did not move as
their opponents walked into the pit, and offered their hands. They where taken.

"So...what do you want?" It was customary for the fighters to make their own
wagers.

"Nothing...both of us just want the recognition of having beaten you." Ronny
was the "older" of the twins, and obviously the mouthpiece

"Ok...that's your Mustang up there, right Ronny?" A role Mark took on for the
boys.

"Yeah..."

"And your girlfriend in it?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"If we win...I get to take her home tonight, and fuck her anyway I please."

It was silent in the pit after the request was made. Ronny held up his finger,
and ran back up, conferring briefly with his girlfriend. A heated, but quiet
and short argument followed, before he returned, and nodded. The two groups
separated, and the twins assumed a basic fighting stance. Mark and Chris just
looked at them.

The voice rose from the loudspeaker mounted on Ryan McCormicks truck, and
boomed around the Pit.

"MAY THE BEST TEAM WIN...BEGIN!"

The twins waited...a fatal error. Mark dashed forward, his hands and feet
coming up in what was a fake, but Ronny did not see that. He was watching
Chris, who was much faster then Mark, but going after Tyler. Tyler however, was
facing Mark, and not ready for the cross over move the boys pulled. Chris
slammed into him with the force of a tornado, hands and feet moving like
lighting, the two of them crashing to the ground, under blows and kicks. Ronny
realized to late that Mark was coming at him, and only managed to bring his
hands up. Marks feet had always been his strength, and the left one came up,
smashing into the boys ab. Ronny barely could keep from doubling, as a
whirlwind of punches struck his upper body and head. He moved back, trying to
defend. Another mistake.

Chris was up by now, leaving Tyler behind. Just as Ronny stepped back, he
brought his foot up, round housing him to the head, and watched as Mark
followed up with a vicious punch to the kidney. Ronny finally fell. Chris
dashed over, following him, as he could feel Tyler getting up behind him. Time
to switch.

One of the things that always impressed people was Marks ability to flip
himself. He did so now, doing first a cartwheel, then flipping over backwards,
and spinning himself through the air landing off sides to Tyler, who was way to
impressed, and not thinking. Mark round housed his right foot, something the
boy barely avoided. He never saw the hook coming, and it knocked him back to
the ground.

Chris was not that forgiving. He followed Ronny down, and put him in a sleeper
hold. Just before the boy passed out, he jumped back up, and ran at Tyler,
screaming at the top of his lungs.

Mark flipped backwards, away from his rushing friend. The flip drew Tyler's
attention more then the screaming Marine, his final mistake. Four blows, and
three kicks later, he lay in the dirt, tapping out. Chris spun, and ran back at
Ronny, who was slowly getting to his feet. Mark did the same, except that he
flipped over, over, over, building speed. Ronny saw the move, had seen it done
plenty of times by the duo...it was their finisher. And there was no way to
defend against it. He assumed his stance ready to finish it...

Chris stopped just short of attacking Ronny, and Mark flipped past him on the
other side.. Ronny's head turned just a fraction, to watch Mark. Chris dashed
in, hammering his fist into the boys head, followed by Mark sweeping his legs
out from underneath him. Ronny fell, but he rolled, coming up. Chris was there,
catching him, spinning, and pushing the boy away.

Chris pushed just as Mark jumped. Mark spun in midair, doing a split, his body
five feet of the ground, legs extended. Ronny saw it, but could not stop it,
his body moving to fast. His neck connected with Marks outstretched leg, and he
almost flipped over backwards, falling to the ground, gasping for air, tapping
out.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" The voice rose from the loudspeakers, as Tyler staggered to
this feet, watching the boys stood in the middle of the Pit, another victory
there's.

Mark turned slowly, and pointed to the red Mustang.

"COME WITH ME!"

"You make a bad Puff Daddy." Chris shook his head as the boys walked up to
their cars, pulling out two bottle of Gatorade (they always brought two, as
Chris swore by Citrus, and Mark would refuse to drink anything except Grape ).

"That is such a guy thing." Cassie shook her head, looking at Marks busted lip.
One of the twins had gotten a punch in somewhere.

"Actually, I know girls that compete." Mark let her, and watched as Sarah
approached.

"Here is your third." They all turned, as the blond entered the circle behind
their cars.

"I guess...you win me." She spun, arrogance dripping from her voice. Her long
blond hair flowed around her hourglass body, blue eyes blitzing from a cute
face, which lead to a slender neck, followed by a nice chest, flat tummy,
curved hips, and long, sexy legs.

"Yeah...lets go." He pointed to the back seat of his car, and they climbed in.
This would be fun!

The bedroom was lit only by four candles, each of them set at one of the
corners of the bed, and casting their dubious light across the room. Much of
Sarah's arrogance had disappeared, as she was ignored by Mark, and then
almost...examined like cattle by Cassie, who had then simply said, "she'll do."
Somehow Chris and Reba found the whole proceedings hilarious. She failed to see
the humor, and wondered why she had ever agreed to this.

She sat on one end of the bed, with Cassie sitting by the pillow.

"Ok...Sarah, listen to me for a second." The girl looked at her, which was
enough for Cassie. "When Mark comes in here, he will not hurt you. He will not
do anything you don't want...probably...sometimes he has hard time with no."
She smiled. "But don't worry. I'll be here, and I'll make sure what he does."
She laid her head to the side, looking at the girl.

"You aren't a virgin are you?" Cassie meant the question in all honesty, but
Sarah shook her head.

"Good." She laid back as the door opened, and Mark walked in. He did not touch
the lights, simply moved across the room, very slowly, coming from the shadows
into the light.

Slowly he sunk to his knees before Sarah, and started to undress her. His hands
moved slowly, letting her watch, her hands guiding him, slowly, haltingly. The
buttons on her blouse where first. She let it fall, closing her eyes, as his
hands slipped underneath, gently caressing her skin. His lips touched her for
the first time, and she giggled, as he kissed around her stomach, unzipping her
skirt, and pulling it down. His lips followed her skirt line, kissing her legs
as they where revealed. Cassie had now moved behind the girl, and was watching,
amazed that for once, Mark did exactly as she had asked.

His lips reached the girls feet, where each toe received individual attention,
before he moved back up, slowly, kissing the back of her legs. His hands moved
ahead, and meet Cassie's at her panties. They where slowly pulled down, and he
dropped them to the floor.

"Is this a team effort?" Sarah sounded far more relaxed, and willing to play
along now.

"Just think of it as relational therapy." Cassie answered, then kissed the
girls neck. Sarah turned her head, and the two kissed, covering Marks kissing
up her inner thigh, until he could smell the sweet musky odor of a aroused
woman. His tongue reached out, and flicked across her lips, teasing her, and
eliciting quiet moans into the mouth of his girlfriend. He turned his eyes up,
and watched as the two girls removed what was left of each others clothing.
Obviously Sarah had some experience in that area. His tongue slowly snaked past
her lips, finding her clit, and teasing it with gentle flicks. Pushing past it,
he slid all the way up into her, licking her out as deep as he could, pushing
his head between her legs, and going to work on her in earnest.

Sarah cried out as his tongue pushed all the way into her, and she wrapped her
legs around his head, leaning back, and inhaling Cassie's nipple. Her lips
teased it, as her tongue flipped it, her teeth nibbling on it.

Mark concentrated back on what he was doing, as his hands slipped up the back
of her legs, and under her ass. Lifting and tilting her hips just so, he was
able to dart his tongue back and forth from her ass to her pussy. Moving back
and forth, he would suck on her clit, licking and teasing it, then push his
tongue up her ass, wiggling it around, before going back, to her pussy. She
would moan and gasp with each switch, his fingers playing with her ass and cunt
lips as well. She leaned back, her head almost in Cassie's lap, as the girls
kissed and played with each other's tits. Sarah could smell the sweet aroma
rising up from Cassie, and wondered just why it turned the girl on so much to
watch her man eat another girl.

Mark increased his pace again, moving his tongue in and out, focusing on her
clit and labia, licking and sucking, his teeth probing and teasing, as he drove
her over the edge.

Sarah did not even see it coming, just all of a sudden her body seized up, and
she orgasmed onto his face. A low, long moan echoed around the room, as she let
it wash over her, in waves, his tongue never stopping its sweet ministrations.
The more he did, the more it drove her crazy, his tongue moving back and forth
from her pussy to her ass, eating, licking, teasing, probing, playing. It hit
her again, again, and again, she thought she could take no more, but he did it
again.

She cried out, and her body shook, unlike anything she had ever felt before.
Marks tongue stopped for just a second, spreading her lips out as far as he
could, and holding them with his teeth, nibbling them gently. His tongue
flicked back and forth across them, then he opened his mouth just a little, and
sucked her clit in between his teeth. She gasped, the air blowing across her
most private area was electric! Marks teeth closed back down, teasing the base
of her clit, as he slowly moved them back and forth. He kept sucking on it, as
he flicked his tongue across the tip, up and down, faster and faster. His
fingers where not idle, spreading, relaxing, spreading his ass, and then slowly
working one finger in and out, in and out, teasing her, playing her. Sarah
could only take so much, before she screamed out loud, her entire body
seemingly exploding with a sensation she had never felt before, radiating from
her pussy, as she came in a torrent, like a tornado spinning her in her own
head, fireworks going of in her head.

"Ohhhh, my god...." She could hardly breathe, as he did not stop there, either.
Working one finger into her ass, he slowly pumped it in and out, the rhythm
alternating with the one he used on her clit. No matter what, something was
always driving her further...

"YOU...OHHHHHHHHHH GOD!" She came again, and collapsed on the bed, as he slowly
let her down, easing his fingers out of her, and releasing her clit and pussy
from his mouth.

Sitting up between her legs, he came up, and for the first time, their lips
meet. She tasted herself in his kiss, her arms wrapping around him, trying to
catch her breath, as they slowly raised the level again. Mark leaned his head
back, and Cassie moved over, planting a long, deep, passionate tongue kiss on
his lips. Sarah giggled, as the two of them tongued each other, until Cassie
broke the kiss, and laid back down, smiling at her boyfriend.

Pulling the girl into his lap, he picked her up, and turned her around, pushing
her onto her knees, and bending her over the bed. He slipped out of his T-
shirt, and pulled off his sweat pants, as he nibbled on the back of her neck,
his hands caressing her breasts, pussy, and ass.

"What are you going to do to me?" She still could barely catch her breath, but
she wanted to know.

"You get two guesses." His voice was devious, as he teased her ass with one
finger.

"I've never had it back there..."

"There is a first time for everything," Cassie chimed in, as she leaned down,
and kissed the girl again. Sarah stuck her ass out, and moaned, asking Mark to
proceed.

She didn't have to ask twice. Cassie slipped of the bed, and cuddled up to her
baby, kissing him, taking his hard rod in her hand, while Sarah reached back,
and spread out her ass. Moving slowly, Cassie guided him into her. She moaned
as he passed her tight anus ring, and the other girl waited, letting her get
used to the presence in her rectum, before proceeding. Mark pushed all the way
in, until his hips where pressed against Sarah's ass. She was breathing deep,
her eyes closed, and a content look on her face. Cassie laid down, and slipped
underneath the two, her tongue teasing Mark's balls, and flicking across
Sarah's shaven cunt lips.

Mark waited until Cassie had finished licking his balls before he started to
move, slowly, each stroke a slow, gentle retraction, followed by a strong, slow
push back in. He knew he would not last long, but he wanted to draw it out.
Sarah moaned with each thrust, moving her hips back against him, and sighing
each time he filled her. The girl squeezed her ass around him every time he
pushed all the way in, his hands cupping her breasts, and rolling her nipples.

Cassie closed her eyes, listening to the soft sounds coming from above, as her
tongue teased first Marks balls, then Sarah's pussy, licking her tender lips,
and flicking across her sore clit. She moved in the same rhythm she could feel
Mark move in, her hands on her babies ass, caressing him.

Mark could feel it build in his balls, as he moved faster, picking up the pace,
even, rhythmic strokes into the girls ass, her squeezing driving him crazy, as
the pressure mounted. He grabbed her hips, and pounded it into her ass,
listening to her cry, moan, and scream. They screamed together as he exploded
up her ass, unloading himself into her, and collapsing atop the willing little
vixen. Cassie did not stop, flicking the girls clit, sucking on it, and driving
her over the edge again. Sarah came again, spending the rest of her energy, and
almost passing out.

Mark leaned back, and slipped out of her, laying on his back, and stretching
out his arms. Cassie came, and laid on his chest, their lips meeting, and
tenderly talked to each other, without words.

"Was this what you envisioned?"

"Yeah...now lets get you cleaned up." They stood up, and Mark walked into the
bathroom, as Cassie sat with Sarah.

"Thank you." Cassie's voice held genuine truth, Sarah could see that.

"No, thank you for letting me fuck him. You should hold on to him." She smiled,
and tried to catch her breath.

"I intend to. You can go now if you want to."

"And if I don't?"

"Well...come on then..." The two of them got up, and walked into the bathroom.
The shower would be crowded, but it would be fun!

"You think that's a good idea?" Chris still sounded skeptical, as much as Reba
thought the idea (it was, after all, partly her idea) was a good one.

"You are sooooooo negative. Of course it will work."

"OK...what do we bet this time?"

"No bet...only loving." She climbed back atop her man, and he slid back into
her, for another round of rabbit like fucking.

I want to again thank everybody for all the mail I have received regarding the
Mark & Chris series. If you have any questions, comments, suggestions, or
constructive criticism, send it to teybl@hotmail.com

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