****** Mark and Chris V by teybl@hotmail.com ******
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Mark and Chris V


Where the Chips Fall

She stood at her back door, looking across the slight roll of the hills that
made up her neighborhood. Or development, whatever they where called nowadays.
That was the problem, he had claimed last night, that they where changing what
everything was called, and fucking it up in the process. What a interesting
choice of words, considering what they had been doing.

Sylvia looked at the clock on the microwave in her kitchen, and had to remind
herself that her daughter was safely in school. Her husband was god only knew
where on some business trip, trying to earn "just one more contract, then we'll
go on vacation, you have to understand..." She understood. He wouldn't fuck
around on her, he didn't have the imagination for that, but she was still a
bored housewife. A mischievous grin snuck onto her face. And that determined
her actions, at least in this regard.

Her hand drifted down across the lacy teddy she was wearing. It was see-
through, and her full breasts stood from her small frame, her nipples at
attention, seemingly straining in the direction he would be coming from. The
warm morning wind played through it, and whispered around her shaven cunt. Long
dancers legs completed the picture begun by her long brown hair, and hazel
eyes, set in the middle of a face that had once been voted Ms Dancer here in
the southeast. A finger crossed her nipple, playing with it through the
lingerie. He had gotten it for her, as a surprise gift, for their one month
anniversary. It was rather ironic that the day was only one day after her
daughters same celebration. But then again, it was the same guy.

Mark's feet tapped out a steady rhythm on the pavement, as he pushed himself
over the hill, and began to let himself go on the down side. It was rather fun,
he thought, to not have class. It was some holiday that college got off, but
High School did not, which the girls had made a huge stink about last night. In
return, Chris and him had cooked for them, always a ordeal certain to invoke
laughter hard enough to cause tears. Their respective mothers had worried that
when they moved into a apartment together, they might survive on only MREs. A
evil grin crossed his lips, as he thought of the more tasty sustenance he had
been living on. Two women, and both of them loved to be eaten. Live did not get
much better then this, he realized.

He rounded the corner, and his eyes swept across the street ahead of him. It
was a cul-de-sac, and his target was at the end of it. He had to pass between
those two houses, to approach the rear of Sylvia's Castle, as she liked to call
it. The people that lived here seemed to be never home, but they had a dog that
once in a while would roam the yard, instead of being locked in the house. No
dog today. Mark dipped, leaning forward, and raced forward, pounding out the
last bit of his daily run in a mad dash towards his lover.

Sylvia saw him coming, and pushed open the screen door, just as he cleared the
two houses that faced her backyard. He saw her as well, and pushed himself up
the hill in a final burst of speed. With three long leaps, he approached the
fence, and cleared it with one jump. He slowed down, and walked up the hill.

"That's a macho thing, ain't it. You don't want to be seen running up to me, do
you?"

"You want people to see me running up to your house at 0730 in the morning,
with you dressed in that?"

She laughed, and he followed her inside, wrapping his arms around her waist,
kissing her neck gently.

"Can't wait, can you," she moaned, as the sweat of his chest glued them
together. Her hands reached back, and long fingers dragged up a dripping back.
She loved the way he drove sweat. By the time he got to her house, he would be
dripping, and just ready to pound her. She could feel his hard cock pressing
into her ass. And that is where she wanted it.

Mark knew what she wanted, his body pressing her forward against the counter,
moving his hands up, and cupping her breasts. His fingers began to roll her
nipples, massaging and caressing as he nibbled on her ear.

"Is all that for me?" She giggled as she reached between his legs, and began to
stroke him through his shorts.

Mark moaned, and bent at the waist, bending her over the counter, kissing from
her neck down her back. Slowly, his head pushed the teddy aside, and his tongue
found first her ass, then her sweet, dripping cunt. One hand caressed her full,
round cheeks, the other still playing with her tits, as he began to suck on her
pussy. His tongue slipped across her lips, teasing them, finding her clit, and
caressing it, before he pushed in further, then pulled back.

Carefully, he sucked her lips into his mouth, and gently bit them, until he
could feel her squirming. His tongue began to flick and tease them, as he moved
his hand, so that he could flick her clit while he toyed with her lips.

Her hands grabbed the counter, her knuckles turning white, as he released her
lips, and sucked her clit in. Flicking and licking it, he wrapped it up, and
began to suck. His hand returned to her ass, and slowly he pushed a single
finger into her. Gently he moved it in and out, while he pinched and pulled her
nipple.

Sylvia moaned out loud, as his finger began to move in and out of her. Her
fingers relaxed slightly, and she began to wiggle her hips in his face,
dragging her tits across the cold kitchen counter.

Mark slowly introduced another finger into her ass, as he massaged her clit
with his tongue and teeth. Pumping in the same rhythm that his finger was
using, he pushed her higher and higher, then suddenly pulled away, pushing his
tongue deep up her ass, then inhaling her clit again, and driving his tongue
across her clit.

Sylvia screamed out when his tongue pushed into her ass. She couldn't even
breath as he took control of her clit again. Her legs buckled, and then he
wrapped her clit up again and squeezed. She was not able to hold it back
anymore, cumming in one torrent into his mouth. Breath came short and sharp, as
he tried to stand on her own, but he would not allow it. His tongue never let
go, and his fingers kept spreading, then closing, her ass.

The woman came again, again, and again, her clit spasming into her lovers
mouth, as he nibbled on it, sucking and flicking it.

"Ohhhh, god, MARK!" Before she could react, he stood up, slamming himself deep
up into her pussy, the force of his entry almost lifting her off her feat. She
cried out with each thrust, as his hips slammed into her from behind, his cock
almost slipping out as he pulled out, then rammed forward again. Her clit could
not take it, and came again, feeling tender from the massive abuse. But Mark
did not stop, he kept going, until she cried out in one long scream, his
fingers holding her ass open for just that opportunity.

Sweat was now dripping of both their bodies, as she tried to hold on to the
countertop, his teeth back on her neck. She loved the way he would bite her
during sex.

She had learned from her daughter that he did the same thing to her. He claimed
he was marking his territory, and she wanted to be marked by him.

The second she screamed, Mark dropped at the knees, his cock slipping out of
her. Then he pushed back and up, before dipping into her ass from above, like a
sword sliding into a sheath. Lubricated with her own cum, his cock filled her
all the way up her tight, sweet ass.

Mark groaned out loud as he slipped into her.

Sylvia moaned out in one, long, drawn out explosion of air, as she got what she
had been delirious waiting for all morning.

With long, strong strokes, Mark began to pump in and out of her ass. He was now
standing fully erect behind the bent over woman, one hand wrapped up in her
long hair, holding her down, the other on her hips. His balls kept smacking
into her from below, as he fucked into her harder and harder. Sylvia could do
nothing but cry out with each violent entry, like a piston driving a engine, a
engine that was racing faster and faster.

Mark loved how tight she was. Not even her daughters ass compared with this.
His cock pumped in and out, harder and faster, as he drove himself crazy in her
tight box. The familiar tightness was building in his cock, growing out of his
balls like the mercury in a bomb timer, rising to a explosion.

Pulling back, so far that he almost popped out, his back arched, he rammed it
home into her ass with one final thrust, his head throwing back, and a fierce
scream exploding out of his lungs. His cock exploded in her, shooting wave
after wave of cum into her ass.

Sylvia knew it would happen, and was waiting for it. The second he came in her,
she did as well, loving the feeling of his cum splashing off her insides. Their
screams mingled in her kitchen, as he once again showed her why out of all the
men ever, he was the only one she had a affair with.

Their breathing calmed down, and he gently pulled out of her, sitting her on
the counter.

"Hmmmmm, you are delicious."

"Far from as sweet tasting as you are though, baby."

"Do you call my daughter that as well?"

"Don't ask me those questions." He dropped to the floor, and finished of the
exercises begun by his run with series of push ups.

"What are you doing this afternoon, Cassie was complaining that she didn't get
to see you until late."

"Going to the gym with Chris, he thinks he needs to work out more. She's upset
because we are taking Reba, and not her. Not my fault she has debate practice."

Sylvia nodded and poured both of them a glass of orange juice.

"What are you doing Thursday, I don't have my first class again."

"Naah, I have a doctors appointment that morning, time for my annual check up."
Mark stood up, rolling his neck, and checking the clock before he picked up the
glass, and downed it in one swig. She watched, and let him step up to her,
their lips locking, and he sharing his juice with her, her own taste mixing
with it. She moaned once it cleared her mouth, his body pressing into her, she
could feel the wetness between her legs.

"Tell me how bad you want it, and I just might give it to you again, baby..."

* * * *

"I know you can do at least five more." Chris voice was cold, taunting his
friend, as he stood behind and below Mark, who was suspended from the pull-up
bark in the corner of their local Y. The black youth had just completed his
23rd wide-grip pull-up, which was a above perfect score on the Marine Corps.
PFT. But obviously, it did not satisfy his ambitious friend.

"Fuck you." Mark spit the words out between breath, before he crossed his legs
again, and pulled himself up, his chin clearing the bar, and his arms dropping
him back down. The second his arms locked, he pulled again, his face a mask of
anguish as his arms burnt from the exertion.

"Now, now, now, you know just as well as I do that cursing is not allowed in
here." Chris was smiling now, enjoying the fun he got to have this time round,
after Mark had poked fun at him while he was pulling. He knew he was not as
strong as Mark, but he could outrun his best-friend without breaking a sweat.
Which was why he claimed he was running extra here lately, even though both of
them knew where that little run ended.

"Whatever." Mark exhaled with a sharp breath, pulling again, and clearing the
bar. Once again, his body was propelled down by gravity, stopped by his arms,
and went up again by sheer force of his will. But that was it, and he stayed
down upon his return, his arms telling him that they where done. Dropping of
the bar, he turned around, shaking his arms to clear the lactic acid that was
causing them to burn, and breathing hard.

"I need to ask you something."

"What's that?"

"You know how we had our little anniversary thing last week?"

Chris looked at his friend with open suspicion. Whenever Mark asked about
anything that included "we" and "our" here lately, it meant the two of them,
and their respective girlfriends. Which was OK, until you remembered that Reba
was Chris girl, as well as Mark's sister.

"Yeah..."

"And you remember how me and Cassie left early..."

"Yeah..."

Mark turned back around, and started doing dips, his arms burning, but he
worked through it, his mind focused again.

"Well, what did ya'll do after we left."

"You sure you wanna know all the explicit details of your sister relationship
with your best friend?"

"If it was up to me, my sister wouldn't have a relationship with you, but since
she does, you're no longer my best friend."

"Fuck you."

"Hey now, no cursing in here, you know that."

Chris gave his friend the finger, then turned as Reba approached, his mouth
instantly watering, and his dick growing hard in his shorts.

She was wearing a pair of biker shorts that her brother would probably have a
fit about, he thought, since they covered virtually nothing of her thighs, and
only because of the way they where cut were able to contain her ass, as she
wiggled it over towards them. A tank-top covered her chest, but not her mid-
rift, and he could see that there was a sport-bra underneath, yet her nipples
could be seen. He wanted to just bend her over one of the weight benches, grab
her long brown hair, and make her scream.

"You gonna say hi, or just drool over me?"

"Drooling sounds kinda good."

"I"ll shove this bar up your ass, too, if you don't stop looking at my sister
like that."

"Mark, they'll kick your ass out again."

"What is it with everybody and this cursing thing today..." Mark's voice
trailed off, as his eyes began to track something behind Chris and Reba.

"I think we'll be going now."

"Why's that."

"Just trust me." Mark picked up his towel, and began to walk towards the door,
as Chris turned, and searched the room behind him. His eyes feel on a tall
blond woman, her hair halfway down her back, and glimmering in the sun falling
through the windows on the west wall. Her legs were tanned from a long stay in
Texas in the spring, and toned from a lifetime of swim competitions. The same
held true for her graceful hands and arms, which attached to a body with a
chest slightly to large for its frame, something that had driven him crazy for
a long time. Atop it all sat a head with a large ego, but with a beautiful
face, with lively green eyes, and passionate red lips.

He knew all that, because she was his other girlfriend, and the thought of a
showdown in the middle of the gym did nothing for his mood.

"Fuck, lets roll." Picking up the gym bag at his feet, he grabbed Reba's hand,
and followed Mark. He made it all the way into the hallway towards the locker
room, when he could just feel her behind him. He turned before she could
address him, and found himself face to face with Claudia for the first time in
2 months.

"Long time no see. I was starting to think you where avoiding me."

"What would make you think that?"

"Ohh... lets see, I've been back from Texas for a month, you have called twice,
you don't return my pages or emails, you don't come over anymore, you don't
write me, and you are never in the same spot I am in, except for now." A soft
smile was on her lips, and her hands on her hips, in a pose that he knew
spelled trouble. There was a reason that Mark had compared her to a rattle
snake before.

"I had my reasons." He stepped forward, putting himself between Reba and
Claudia, his hand waving behind his back for her to go. And he knew that she
would not move.

"It wouldn't just so be that you are screwing your buddies sister, would it?"

"That is none of your business."

"The fact that my boyfriend of 15 months is fucking around on me is none of my
business?" Her voice almost raised itself, but they where both conscious of the
people around them, and neither of them did.

"Listen Claudia, before you left, we talked about us having problems..."

"And said we would work them out when I come back."

"But while you where gone..."

"You decided to take matters in your own hand, and do this to me."

"Do I get to finish a sentence her for once?"

Claudia looked at him, and actually teared up. He felt bad at once, but before
he could say anything, she turned, and stormed out the building.

"Bitch." He spun around, and looked at Reba. She was in a similar pose to what
Claudia had just been in, hands on her hips, body slightly tilted to the side,
with a condescending look on her face.

"Don't call her that." His voice had a tired sound to it, as he walked down the
hall.

"Well, she is!" Chris wanted to yell at her, but he didn't, just walked into
the locker room, and sat down on the bench, just as Mark walked out of the
shower.

"I guess you got caught."

"Not now, Mark." His friend nodded, and began to get dressed as Chris headed
into the shower, still thinking about what he would do with this.

* * * *

The room was lit by nothing but two scented candles, flickering light into the
corners of the room in a random pattern. The bed was where the two streams of
light intercepted, and the crackle of yellow splashed across Cassies skin, as
she rode up and down, her body meeting Mark's at the hips, sitting atop his
laying down form.

His hands where under her ass, squeezing and massaging, as the beautiful young
girl fucked herself on his hard rod.

"Ohhh god baby, ohhhhh!" Her hips began to move faster, but he controlled her
with one hand, keeping her pace down, reaching around with the other, and
flicking his thumb across her clit. She moaned out louder, and he sat up,
sucking her nipple into his mouth, and biting it gently.

His sitting form gave him more control over what he wanted to do, and he began
to bounce her on his hips, fucking her up and down like a rag doll.

Sliding both hands under her ass again, he began to tease her, sliding one or
two fingers across her, or sliding them in and out in the same rhythm that his
cock was driving in and out of her. Their moans meet, as their lips locked,
their tongues dancing with each other.

Her breath came in short, sharp bursts, punctuated by moaning, as he drove her
higher and higher. His teeth returned to her nipples, as he lifted her
slightly, then dropped her down onto him, his cock driving her crazy. He held
back slightly, then rammed it up into her, pushing her over the edge.

"OHHHHHH GOD!" She screamed out loud, as her eyes rolled back in her head, and
her clit sent her into orbit.

Mark did not stop, instead, he began to fuck her harder, ramming it home, and
pushing her orgasm even higher. She came again, again, then he filled her with
his own cum, his explosion rivaling hers in intensity, as they screamed
together, then locked their lips, collapsing onto the bed.

"You trying to kill me?" Her words came as short bursts, between gasps of air.

"I can think of worse ways to die." He rolled her off of him, and wrapped her
up in his arms, kissing her gently and caressing her body.

"So what happened today at the gym?"

"We ran into Claudia."

"He should just tell her to fuck off."

"He's not like that, he actually cares about people. He don't want to hurt her
like that."

"Well, he should."

"He has no reason to."

"Mark, this is your sister we are talking about."

"No, you're talking about Claudia, and what my friend should do with her.
Personally, I don't think he should have fucked around on Claudia with Reba. I
mean, I don't like Claudia, but still. Yes, he should break up with her, but he
should do it friendly. "

"Have you ever cheated on anybody?" Cassie rolled over, her naked body pressing
against his, the sweat from their last session of lovemaking mixing. Mark
looked up over her, the digital readout on his stereo telling him that it was
only 9:11 p.m... Damn, he would have to answer the question.

"No."

"I think you're lying."

"And how can you tell?"

"Because you have that look in your eyes, like you just said something that was
painful for you to say, because you where lying."

Mark looked at her. He was not about to admit that he had fucked her own
mother, the day after they had hooked up. He opened his mouth, but was saved by
the ringing of the phone, along with somebody opening the front door of the
apartment. Cassie rolled in the opposite direction, and picked up the phone.

"Hey mom! What's up?"

Mark took the chance to find out who had come a calling, hoped out of bed, slid
on a pair of shorts, and walked into the living room. The scene was not pretty.

Chris and Claudia where laying on the couch, with her skirt around her waist,
and his hand on her ass. Reba was standing in the door, her mouth locked in the
open position, her hands still on the door.

It took a full fifteen seconds before anybody moved, and then the shock was
broken by Cassie walking up behind Mark, and handing him the phone.

"My mom wants to talk to you."

The second the spell was broken, everybody started to move. Chris was fastest,
because he knew what was going to happen. Mark jumped straight forward, and
just missed him by inches, as they both landed, and rolled across the floor.
Reba screamed, mixed with a flurry of curse words, her purse and keys
clattering to the floor as she rushed towards Claudia, who had jumped up, and
was preparing to defend herself against the fury of Cassie and Reba.

Chris knew he did not stand a chance against Mark right now, but he also could
not really evacuate his own apartment. Taking three quick steps, he put himself
between Claudia and the girls, spinning, and pushing his hands outward, palms
out.

"BACK OFF, CALM DOWN!" His voice bellowed, utilizing every crowd control
measure ever taught to the young Marine.

Mark had taken those seconds, dropped to the floor, and engaged what the two of
them called "Last Option Plan 2." He rolled, reached under the couch, and came
up holding one of his graduation gifts, namely a.30 rifle, stashed under the
couch in case of home invasion, which where rather common in the city when they
rented the apartment.

Chris saw the weapon, spun, and pushed Claudia down, dragging her towards the
door, not doubting a second that Mark would fire.

No more then 7 feet separated the two boys as the safety flicked off, Mark
bringing the rifle into his shoulder as training dictated, just to watch his
target disappear behind his sister.

"GET DOWN!" The two girls complied, but by then Chris was out the door with the
bitch, and Mark snapped the rifle down, moving into the doorway, and almost
putting three through his best friends windshield.

"Mark, but the damn gun away, its not fucking worth it." Reba sat down on the
couch, her head hanging.

"He knew I was coming over, why would he do that." Cassie sat next to her
friend, holding her, softly talking to her. Mark dropped the rifle back in its
place, and began to pace. Locking the front door, he picked up the dropped
phone, finally answering it.

"Hello?"

"What the hell are ya'll doing over there, it sounds like a damn war!"

"Sorry Mrs. Black, things got a little hectic for a second."

"I need to talk to you, if you don't mind in person, so next time you can spare
a second, get your ass over here."

Mark was not used to that tone from her, and it put him on guard immediately.
He looked towards Cassie and Reba, who where already attacking the apartments
storage of ice cream, and decided that he could always hunt down, and kill
Chris later.

"Be there in a second. Just let me get some real clothes on."

* * * *

The driveway up Cassies house was step enough to discourage him from ever
really using it. It was only about 50 feet long anyway. Instead, he just turned
in the cul-de-sac, and pointed his car towards the street, got out, and walked
up the incline the house was built on. The Z28 beeped as he locked it with the
remote, and as he turned around, he could see her mother standing in the door.

"Yeah, what's up."

"Come in and sit down." He was taken aback by her tone again. His mind ran over
everything that had happened in their relationship.

He had fucked her a total of 11 times since their first encounter, not counting
that morning, and he knew that because he followed a rigid security routine
every time. Only when he knew Cassie was safely away, and her husband out of
town on his frequent business trips. The house did not smell of garlic, so
Cassies father was not home, and he relaxed slightly as he sat on the bar stool
in the kitchen.

"We might have a problem." Mark laid his head to the side, going over any
possible security problems again, and coming up blank again.

"Such as..."

"I am late by 2 days on my period. I am usually regular as clockwork, just like
my daughter, you know that. Lately with all the stress, I did not notice that I
was late. But today, I all of a sudden realized that something was wrong."
Mark's jaw dropped, and he could feel sweat breaking out across his body. His
eyes stayed locked with hers, and for some reason, his mind was screaming at
him to stay strong, to fight, to not give up! Fighting the rising anxiety back
down, he inhaled long and sharp, blowing the air out in a slow, low, long
whistle.

"Come again."

"You heard me. And you know you haven't been using a condom."

"You're on the pill."

"Those aren't 100%, and we both know that."

For a second, Mark contemplated the fact of a little black Mark coming into
this world out of her body. The chances where slim. He was half breed himself,
and her husband was dark haired , so if it came out with white skin, it would
present no problem.

"OK, we last did it this morning. But if I really did knock you up, it would
have to be before today. Last time before that was... wednesday. That's six
days. You can do pregnancy testing after 72 hours. So why don't we do that?"

"OK. But you have to get it, and do it quietly. Far away, where nobody knows
you." He laid his head to the side, and looked at her.

"Why not just go to the doctor, and tell him you might think you're pregnant.
He'll assume it's your husbands.

"Are you crazy? What if I am pregnant?" Her voice was at a shrill level now,
and Mark had to use all his discipline not to yell back.

"Listen, calm down, OK, we need to think, not yell!"

"FUCK YOU MARK, you are the one that basically raped me that morning, and
started all this shit!" Mark almost jumped out of his seat, but realized the
problems that would start.

"You did not complain, you asked me to come back."

"I could say I said it under duress." He leaned his head to the side, not
liking the turn this was taking.

"Listen Mark, do it my way, and it won't matter."

"NO Sylvia, I think we'll do it my way. Just damn think about this for a
second! This whole sneaking around shit only increases the chance of something
being noticed! You told me this morning we could not meet Thursday, because of
a doctors appointment! Just go to it, and we'll know! And drop the damn rape
shit, we both know that we fucked consensual!"

"Is that so?" They both spun in their respective positions, and faced Cassie
standing on the stairs.

"Sorry I'm home already, Chris came back, so I came home. They needed privacy
to talk. I heard ya'll yelling."

Mark's head dropped to the kitchen counter, with a resounding thunk. This was
not his day.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD FUCK AROUND ON ME, WITH MY OWN MOTHER! YOU BASTARD!"

Mark did not know what to say, and it appeared that Sylvia felt the same way,
as neither responded.

"Get out." Mark shook his head, and pointed up the stairs.

"Well talk later, I need to finish with your mother right now."

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK, YOU CAN TALK TO ME..."

"CASSIE, GO TO YOUR ROOM!" Her mother's voice cracked, as the two of them
teared up, and the girl spun, running up the stairs.

"OK, we do it your way. Now get out, and don't come back. I'll let you know
what the test says." Mark nodded solemnly, then walked out of the house, not
looking back until he stood next to his car. The low slung black vehicle seemed
to be crouched, ready to pounce, when his pager went off. He reached into his
waist, and hit the light button to illuminate the display.

It was from Chris, reading only "BAD JUJU."

"Fucking A." He let the tires squeal as he raced back towards home.

* * * *

Reba sat on the couch, her eyes red from her tears, looking at Chris. He was
standing infront of the fire place, above which hung a American flag. To the
left was Mark's boot camp graduation picture, to the right was Chris.
Underneath each was a neatly covered and aligned row of their most important
achievements. In her artistic mind, it was a great photo op, if she wouldn't
have been so upset.

"I don't know Chris." She looked up, and their eyes meet. He walked over, and
dropped to his knees before her. She didn't know this, but it was the firs time
he had ever done anything like that. She did know how he was, so it was easy to
figure out.

"Please, you have to give me another chance. You knew I was with her when you
and I started out. It was a bad idea to sneak around in the beginning, but we
both agreed it was good at the time, because of her and Mark. I was hoping that
now she would just go away. When she came over here, we started talking about
everything, and she knows how to push my buttons... Shit went south, and when
Mark walked in on it, there was no chance to explain anything. I had no
intention of getting shot.
"I don't blame you." She actually smiled, and they embraced. Slowly their lips
meet, and softly their tongues engaged, and he wrapped her up. They pulled each
other close, and she slid into his lap, her fingers running through his stubbly
high and tight, as their kisses grew more passionate. They rolled across the
floor, telling each other how sorry they where with their kisses, as his hands
roamed across her body, telling her in his own way that he would never do it
again, her body pressed against his telling him that it was OK. Her legs
wrapped around his waist, and her shirt was halfway up her head, when the phone
rang.

"Let it go!"

"You got that right!" Their bodies did not separate, and he yanked her top all
the way up, inhaling her tits the second he saw them. His lips enveloped her
nipple, and his teeth began to nibble gently.

The phone stopped ringing, then started again.

"FUCK!" Chris rolled over, and grabbed the cordless phone. Anybody using that
line was rare. After all, Mark had his own phone line, he had his own, and then
there was the main line into the apartment, along with a fax line, and two
cable modems. He couldn't even remember the last time the main line had rung.

"THIS BETTER BE GOOD!"

"Let me talk to Reba, asshole." He thrust the phone at his girlfriend, mouthing
Cassie's name.

"Hey, we're kinda busy right now." He watched her face change from shock, to
anger, back to being upset in 17 seconds. She hung up, and looked at him, the
same anger back in her face. Slowly she pulled away, then sat up and looked at
him, her top covering her again.

"Did you know Mark was fucking Cassie's mom?" Chris cursed internally. This was
to much in one day. Shit like this does not happen, he told himself. He
considered lying, then decided against it.

"Yes. It happened the Sunday after prom."

"The two of you fucking amaze me." She looked at him, then began to pout.

"Are you going to finish what you started?" He smiled a evil grin, picked up
the phone, and punched in a rapid combination of numbers, then listened for a
couple of seconds, before typing in another combination, activating a preset
pager message to his best friend.

"You know I will!" His body shot forward, pinning her into the soft carpet, his
lips overwhelming hers, their bodies clashing. Her legs wrapped around him
again, as his teeth and lips assaulted hers, then her neck, back to her face.
Their bodies dragged along on the floor towards his room, as she ripped his
shirt away, and began to bite his shoulder, kissing him just as savagely as he
kissed her.

Her head banged into the unopened door, but she did not care. Both reached up,
and it turned into a battle to turn the doorknob, as he stripped of her top.
She bit his shoulder the second she was free, her chest pressing against his,
and he growled out, dragging her along, and throwing her onto the bed.

She moaned, and growled at him, ripping away her shorts as he kicked the door
shut, and ripped of his own pants.

Jumping onto the bed, she pulled him towards her, but he did not come. Starting
at her feet, he kissed every inch of her body, slowly atoning for what he had
done. Her toes where sucked, her calf's kissed, her knees licked, her thighs
bitten. His tongue flicked her clit, dipped into her ass, then kissed up her
tummy. He flipped her easily, as she dipped her hand between her legs,
massaging her clit, and moaning as he kissed his way up her back. His hands
mirrored his lips on her chest, taking a hold of her tits, mashing them, and
pinching her nipples between fingers. She bucked up against him, getting on her
knees, reaching back, and grabbing his cock. He moaned out loud, as she pushed
back, and he rammed forward. With one smooth motion, he filled her all the way,
slamming home. She screamed out loud, as he bit into her neck, holding her in
place, and began to fuck her.

Her body smashed up against his with just as much force as he put into her.
Their hips slammed into each other again, again, again, as he abused her
breasts, her hand still between her legs, driving herself crazy.

Each time she cried out, Chris would double his efforts, sweat running of the
two of them in streams, as he stopped for a second, and flipped her over. It
was a seamless effort. Reba had been dancing for 13 years, and could pull her
legs so far back that he did not worry about slipping out. Rocking back on
herself, she slipped them up over his shoulders, and he went to work on her.
His entire weight was behind it, as he slammed into her, their eyes locked into
each other. She moaned and cried, as he drove himself crazy in her unbelievably
tight cunt. Each thrust took them higher, and he could feel his cum churning up
from his balls through his dick. He knew he had lost control of himself, but he
did not care, and he knew she did not, either.

Their eyes would not, could not leave each other, until she finally could not
take it anymore, arching her back up, and screaming out loud, orgasm racing
through her body, the feeling so intense she swore it started in her heart,
until suddenly he exploded in her, pushing her through a boundary she did not
even know existed, and she thought her lungs would collapse from screaming and
lack of air.

Chris could not believe how intense his orgasm was, as if his entire being was
shooting out his dick, and into her body. Finally he could not take it anymore,
and collapsed atop his baby, who barely could muster the energy to push him
back up, and slide her legs down his body, wrapping him up.

"I forgive you."

"Thank you Reba, you have no idea how much that means to me."

She smiled at him, and they kissed.

"Probably... but if that was a glimpse, you definitely have to show me..."

* * * *

Mark shook his head, standing in the dark kitchen of the apartment. The screams
coming from Mark's room could only mean one thing. Slowly a smile crosses his
face, as he put down the glass of whiskey and coke, and headed out the door.
Fuck, he was 19, a Marine, knew how to blow up buildings, drove a Camaro, had
his own apartment, and once in a while even knew ho to make a relationship
work... he would find another girl. He headed into his room, showering quickly,
and getting dressed again, feeling cleansed and refreshed.

The engine growled as Master P's CD came alive, and the Camaro shot wards
uptown. It was time to get over losing two women in one night. Or, as he
thought of it... celebrate another first.

* * * *

Reba rolled over, and nibbled Chris's ear.

"I think I just heard the door close."

"Your brother, probably going out hunting."

"You think he'll be OK?"

"He's your brother."

"Your best friend."

"He'll be all right. You just heard the shower... he's already on the way
towards his next kill. He rebounds like nobody else I know." He smiled, and
they kissed again.

"So... do I get another taste?"

"Definitely!" His lips meet hers again, and he kissed his way down her chest,
his tongue finding her clit in a heartbeat, and going to work on it.

* * * *

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