****** Mark and Chris VI: Out with Old, in with the Older by teybl@hotmail.com
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Mark and Chris VI: Out with Old, in with the Older


Reba's naked body crashed onto the mattress, and exhaled with a long, low
whistle. She tried to push herself back up, but now Chris was over her,
breathing hard, and using his own body to hold her down.

"I don't think so."

"I do! I have school tomorrow, let me go!" Her fists pounded into his chest as
she tried to keep from laughing as he began to tickle her.

"I think not. You are my prisoner!" His hands shot down, and grabbed hers. She
squealed, and tried to fight him, but she did not have a chance, especially in
her weakened state. Quickly he tied her hands to the headboard, and flipped her
over.

"Now, to torture you..." his tongue traced down her lips, across her breasts,
her navel, down her thighs, and to her toes. He kissed them each individually,
something she found totally erotic. Slowly he kissed his way back up her inner
thigh, sliding her legs up over his shoulders. Finally, his tongue reached her
cunt, and he inhaled her strong smell. They had been making love for a hour
now, and she had cum so many times, the aroma almost knocked him out. His
tongue dove in, finding her clit, and he began to eat her in earnest, sending
more screams towards the ceiling, as she tried to grab onto something,
anything, to keep herself from falling into that whirlpool again.

Antoine recognized the black Z28 streaking down 7th street the second it came
into view. But then again, there weren't that many black camaros in the city
with golden Marine Corps. Jump Wings for a front tag, either. He stepped up,
and waved the car into the fourth of seven special parking spaces right infront
of the "Mess Hall," the club/bar his dad and uncle ran. The spaces infront
where reserved for known guests and Marines. Mark fit both of those categories.

He watched as the black youth jumped out of the car, and locked it over his
shoulder with the remote that he had so hated when he first bought the car.

"What's up, ain't seen you out like this lately."

Mark smiled, and looked around, before stretching towards the sky, and roaring
out loud, causing several people standing inline to look over at the sidewalk.

"I'm celebrating my freedom."

"What do you mean? Hey, congrats on you and Cassie, I heard you made it a month
last week." Marks face fell, and he looked at the younger kid.

"You are going to boot camp this summer, right?"

"Yeah..." Antoine almost wanted to step back, Mark had a evil look on now.

"Well, if you want her between now and then, go for it. She ain't my problem no
longer." With those works, Mark headed into the Hall, the bouncer simply
pushing open the door. He was known here, and never stood in line. Once in a
while that was even good to pick up a girl, but not tonight.

The inside of the carnivorous club was divided into the lower dancing part, and
the upper bar section. He headed towards the latter, and walked to the back of
the bar, where 8 seats where always reserved for Marines. Two old men currently
inhabited two of them, and even though Mark knew neither of them, the rules of
the Marine Corps said he had to introduce himself.

It took 17 minutes before they had exchanged all the boot camp stories, stories
of MOS school, they had told him about Vietnam, and he had told them about his
plans, ambitions, training, and turned down all their offers for enough alcohol
to put him six feet under.

Finally he managed to take a seat at the bar, a safe distance from the old
dudes, as he had dubbed them, and waited for Lewis.

The owners, Lewis and Clark, where what Mark and Chris pictured themselves like
in 40 years. Both of the Vietnam veterans where around 6'10," 6'11," and bald.
Their bodies sported almost the same Marine Corps. tattoos, and just like Mark
and Chris, they had a symbol for each other tattooed on their bodies. Lewis,
however, was black as the night, and had a patch over his right eye, a wound he
had received while carrying out Clark during a Night Ambush in I Corps. who was
missing everything below his right knee from a land mine, and who looked like a
snow ghost, he was so pale. But they where like brothers, and had run the Mess
Hall together for 9 years now, in addition to several other clubs they owned.
Lewis had even married Clark's sister, something Mark took as a bad omen.

"What's up, devil dick!"

"Hey dude, let me have two ball breakers." Lewis looked at Mark with a look
that was half worry, half interest, like a good bartender. Ball breakers where
one of his specialties, to be drunken only when you had broken up with somebody
you cared about. Two where unheard off.

"Damn, you must have loved that Cassie broad. What happened?"

Mark grinned, and leaned back on the bar stool.

"She found out I was fucking her mom, and they both decided to dump me."

Lewis starred at his young friend, a mixture of disbelief and shock on his
face.

"Mark, I should reach across this counter, and smack that grin right of your
stupid face. What the hell, fucking a girl and her mother. Only you can be that
stupid. What more evidence do I need that Chris is the brains, and you're the
dick of ya'lls operation. What the hell where you thinking?" He reached under
the bar, and began mixing the two drinks.

Mark laid his head on the bar, and began to shake it back and forth, his voice
sounding detached as he answered.

"I don't know, dude, shit just happened. I mean, damn, there I was, and fuck...
I don't know!" He reared up on the last statement, and locked eyes with the
older Marine.

"Hey, your life. But beware of the choices you make." He placed the two drinks
before Mark, along with a tumbler of four parts coke, one part southern
comfort, Mark's usual drink. With sheer disbelief, he watched as the boy
slammed down both shots, and took a long pull of the tumbler. Normally Mark was
the most responsible drinker around.

"Take it easy. I'll get you something to eat." Mark nodded, then turned to look
towards the big screen in the west corner, always tuned to CNN.

Maybe this whole break up deal wasn't really that bad.

"Ohhh, warden..." Reba closed her eyes, and made her voice as sultry as
possible.

"Yes, wench?" Chris sounded like he was talking through a plastic bag, probably
because he was currently engaged in kissing up her back.

"Asshole! Now untie me, I'm hungry." He looked at her rather suspiciously, but
then untied her, and wrapped her up.

"If you try to run away, you'll be in trouble."

She smiled, and began to nibble on his neck.

"Ohhh, I promise to behave." She got up, and pulled a T-shirt out of his
closet.

"This one OK?" He hated it when she wore his shirts, they would stretch, he
claimed.

"Yeah, whatever." He rolled over, and looked at his baby.

"Now go cook for me, woman!" She gave him the finger, then ran out the door as
he took of after her.

Mark dipped the last buffalo wing in the ranch sauce, just as Clark set two
more Ball Breakers before him.

"No more alco for you, if you keep drinking the way you have."

"What do you mean, I had two of those, and I'm still working on my SC."

"Yeah, but you never drink like that. You OK, about the whole break up thing?"

"Yeah, I guess," Mark shrugged, and looked at the pale man," I mean, I'm not
like upset, or really ever was. I'll find somebody else." He shrugged again,
and threw the chicken up in a slow, lazy arch, catching it between his teeth,
and letting it drop into his mouth.

"OK. Well, you know the tradition. When you see your next target, drown her
memory with these. Or should I say their memories?" He grinned as he walked
away.

"Asshole."

Chris stood in the dark hallway that ran from the back of the apartment (and
his room), past the master bedroom (Mark's room), and into the living room and
kitchen. He had lost Reba the second she went through the door, and who knew
what she was up to. He slowly moved forward, and approached the door on his
right. It was not quite closed, which didn't make sense.

Reba knew that Chris and Mark had a weird habit of engaging in water battles at
random times, which was why they both kept loaded supersoakers in their rooms.
And she saw his shadow on the white carpet in the hallway.

Mark never left his door open, Chris knew that. He slowly dropped into a low
crouch, and moved forward...

"GOTCHA!" Reba popped out of the door, and at point blank range blasted him
with a long burst of cold water. Chris fell backwards, and covered his face, as
she retreated, and kept spraying.

Quickly she moved into the darkness again, around the corner and into the
kitchen. Chris slowly got up, wiped his face on his arm, and got back down into
a crouch.

"Don't worry, I'll get you my pretty..."

Mark looked at the two drinks, and at the blond he had spotted at the other end
of the bar. Looked as good as anything he had seen all night, and besides,
superstitions did not sit with him really well anyway.

"Isn't that a lot to drink for one Marine?"

He spun at the sound of the soft, sultry, irresistible voice behind him, and
found himself face to face with the very first woman to ever induce a wet-dream
in him, one of the few females to warrant more jack off sessions then Cassie,
the one that introduced him to the world of desire for the irresistible,
desirable, unavailable, older, married woman.

Mrs. Marva Hallmacker dropped into his lap the second he turned all the way
around, her shoulder length platinum hair flowing around their faces, huge
green eyes on fire with a bright smile, as she wrapped her arms around the
stunned boy.

"You know you owe me, right?"

"Huh?"

"You don't remember? After your board, you got a 4, and promised me that once
you get back from the island, you would come save me, because I saved you! I
can't believe you forgot about me. ME!" A expression of mock shock crossed her
features, and Mark seriously debated going for his sunglasses. Damn, she still
did it to him!

"Well, uhmm... you see..."

"But that's OK, I forgive you!" She leaned down, and planted a big, wet kiss on
his lips, their lips staying together for what he considered enough time to
almost die of apoxsya. Where did she get her energy!

She scooted around abit in his lap and got situated, then re-wrapped him in her
arms and looked at him.

"So, what's up? And besides, aren't you to young to drink?"

"Well, nothing, and yes. I just broke up with my girlfriend, and it's the
customary drink. And I got two... well, that's a long story."

"Ahh. OK, well, if you give me one, I'll forgive you."

"Sure thing." He handed her one of the glasses, and could tell that she must
have been drinking a bit before she came over. They both downed the drink, and
slammed the glasses on the table, the loud TWOCK echoing off the wood.

"So... since you said you broke up, and there is no rumor mill like a high
school, I assume that means you are no longer with the lovely Cassie?"

"No ma'am, I'm not."

She smiled that again, and threw her head just so, the light reflecting of her
hair as it cascaded around his face.

"What a coincidence." She held up her hands, with the carefully manicured, and
painted deep red nails for inspection. He remembered that he had been so
nervous before his senior board that he had actually had the balls to ask to
see her nails, a obsession of his, and she had shown him. He took her hands and
looked at them. Something was missing here...

"No ring! It's official today!"

"But wait a minute! I haven't even been graduated a year yet, and it takes at
least that long. Last time I saw you, you where still wearing it."

"Yes, Mark honey, but even then things where going on."

"Well... congratulations, I guess."

She shifted again in his lap, and looked around.

"Lets dance!" Before he could respond that really wasn't in the mood, she had
grabbed him, and dragged him down the stairs.

"Ohh well..."

Chris slowly moved into the living room, staying low and against the wall. He
could see Reba's trembling form trying to hide on the other side. Ohh well,
there where two doors into the kitchen. Slowly he came around the back, and
picked his socks off the ground, slipping them onto his feet, and muffling his
steps. It took him 3 more minutes to get close enough, but then he could smell
her body again.

With a loud yell, he jumped up behind the bar, and landed almost ontop of her.
His arm ripped away the plastic weapon, as his other one pinned her up against
the wall. She shrieked, and tried to get away, but his lips had locked with
hers, and she wasn't strong enough in any event.

His body pinned her against the wall, and the more she wiggled, the more her
breasts rubbed against his chest, and the feeling of fabric between her nipples
and him drove him crazy!

Finally she massed her entire body behind the push, and got away from him.
Chris stepped up behind her, and grabbed her shoulder, spinning her and pushing
at the same time. She bumped into the table behind her, and his body followed
her down, pushing her ontop of the cold surface. Her back bounced off the cold
wood, and their lips meet again. His hands pinned her down, as his teeth began
to explore her neck and chest.

"MINE, ALL MINE!" She moaned, and tried to push him away, but he was stronger.
His lips alone where strong and passionate enough to keep her riveted, their
kiss seemingly never stopping, as his hands traveled across her breasts,
squeezing and cupping her nibbles, until he got a hold of her collar.

"It's your shirt," she managed to get out between kisses.

"Which is why I can get away with it!" With one long tear, the shirt ripped
down the middle, and almost fell of her body. He kept holding her down, and
ripped it again around the bottom, pulling of the fabric, and grabbing for her
hands.

She tried to fight him, her legs coming up and trying to push him away, but he
outweighed her by 40 lb. as well as sheer determination.

Her hands where his, and she knew it, even though she kept fighting. The table
she was laying on had a rail running underneath the surface, to extend it for
large parties. Chris had pulled and pushed her just far enough to bend her
elbows over the edge, and tied her hands to the cold metal.

She screeched, and wrapped her legs around him, her teeth trying to bite his
lip and pull him down, as he pushed away and dropped his shorts. Reba felt his
hands all over her body, roughly touching, feeling, exploring, fondling
wherever he wanted to.

"This is a new one."

"But a good one!" With one fierce thrust he filled her, her voice raising
itself to new levels of ecstasy as she almost came immediately, her clit was so
sore from being fucked. His body bent over her, as he began to ram home with
all his might, their screams mixing, and the night turning into a blur of heat
and passion.

Which was how Mark felt. He had no real idea of how he had gotten to the
apparent he was currently in, nor how his shirt had done that disappearing act.
But he did know that a naked woman, with rather large tits, was sitting on the
counter before him, and he was sucking on her nipple, while fingering her tight
cunt. She was moaned with each gentle bite he placed on her tender skin, as he
caressed her ass.

Slowly he began a treck down, his teeth and tongue exploring soft, perfect skin
that he had dreamed about more times then he cared to remember. And it was by
far surpassing his expectations. Gently his fingers spread out her legs, and
his hands switched out, one moving up to play with her face and hair, as the
other took over teasing her ass.

His lips got to her pussy just as his finger gently slipped inside of her from
behind. She arched her back, almost as if trying to get away, and began to
giggle again, something she had been doing almost all night, and something he
found irresistibly sexy.

His tongue found her pussy, and he began to gently tease her lips, flicking his
lips across them, but never actually entering, instead just massaging, and
tasting.

"Ohhhh, sweet torture..." she managed to moan somewhere between gasping
breaths, as his fingers continued to tease her.

Mark slowly slipped his tongue inside, and found her clit. Gently moving his
tongue back and forth, up and down, he massaged and caressed it, eliciting more
moans from her lips. Slowly he eased himself underneath her legs, and bit her
thighs.

"Hey now, I don't think that's included in eating me." She giggled again, and
took another sip of champagne, dribbling some of it down her breasts and
watching it race across her hot skin, moving down towards his face.

Mark saw the drop coming, and placed his tongue at the bottom of her pussy.
Moving slow, and keeping a eye on the racing droplets, he flicked it all the
way up, and caught them right above her shaven lips.

"OHHH, god! Where did you learn to, UGHNNN!" Mark did not let her finish, his
tongue had found her clit, and he was hungry! Wrapping it up, he sucked it into
his mouth, and held it with his teeth, flicking the tip with his tongue.

The boys free hand shot away from his body, and grasped the refrigerator next
to them, depressing the ice lever, and letting the cubes topple all over the
floor, something she never noticed in her bliss.

Mark kept sucking, licking, and flicking, his other hand still at work in her
ass, teasing and exploring, as he began to gather up several ice cubes. His
tongue flicked up and in, exploring how deep he could get into her, and began
to move in and out, fucking her with deep, quick thrusts.

Starting at her foot, he placed the ice on her skin, and felt her shy away. She
started to giggle again, as he traced up her calf, behind her knee, and up
across her thigh. Finally, he reached his target, and circled once above her
pussy. She slid left to right, and after prodding from his finger in her ass,
moved forward a bit, just enough for him to rock up and plant a hot kiss on her
lips, allowing her to taste herself, as he flicked the ice cube across her
clit.

"OHHH MY GOD! That's cold!" She tried to push him away, still laughing, but he
was stronger, and held her down. The ice traced across her nipples, which he
sucked and licked, then her neck, which was bit, and down her skin, each inch
of which was kissed and caressed by his lips.

Their lips meet again, as he teased her back, tracing her spine with the ice,
until he got to her ass. The hand let it drop into the other one, and he began
to play with her ass hole.

Marva moaned out loud, and began to shift back and forth again, but he was not
letting her get away. His head dipped down again, and his tongue returned to
its exploration of her cunt.

She almost wanted to cry! It was so cold at her ass, but his tongue felt so
hot! She wanted to just hold still, and let him eat to his hearts delite, but
the ice in her ass did not allow it, drawing out her orgasm longer and longer.
Her body rebelled when her mind attempted to hold her still, and a shiver ran
down her spine, as one part of her just wanted to scream out loud, the other
wanting to collapse, and just give into the sensations sweeping over her, as
his tongue got to her clit, and went to work in earnest. His teeth got a hold,
and teased her with gentle nibbling, as the ice and fingers in her ass
continued to torture her.

She held her breath, her body seemingly on fire, and yet shivering cold, as the
ice was slowly pushed up into her ass, matching the slow, slow, slow, slow
entry of his tongue into her pussy. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped
the countertop tight, not able to contain herself.

A long, drawn out shriek escaped her lips, and her entire body began to spasm,
as she gave in to the sensations cursing through her body, and shook in orgasm.
Radiating from her clit, spasms of heat, followed by waves of cold rolled
through her, shaking her to the core.

She saw spots behind her eye lids, as she almost fell of the counter, his
fingers and tongue still not stopping. He kept going, moving the ice in and
out, fucking her with it. His teeth where still caressing her clit, his tongue
dipping in and out, moving past, then back, then going back, before once again
returning its attention to her clit and labia.

She felt it coming this time, and braced, as another hurricane of a climax
washed over her. A loud moan escaped, she was not able to form more coherent
words, as he squeezed her clit with his teeth, and showed her what it felt like
to fly.

"OHHHHH god..." her body finally gave way, and she slid of the counter, right
into his arms. Again she tasted herself in his kiss, weakly trying to wrap him
up, but she couldn't her body still wracked from the energy just spent.

Mark laid her down on the carpet, and began to kiss every inch of her skin.
Marva could not resist, as he spread her legs out, and sucked her clit, sending
her into orbit again, leaving her screaming on the floor, his lips moving on
down her legs. Each toe received individual attention, as did each calf, thigh,
and knee. She had just regained control of her breathing, and thought she now
might be able to sit up and talk, when he once again reached her clit, and dove
his tongue across it.

It felt tender and bruised, not used to such attention from a man, and Marva
thought she would simply die, as her head seemingly exploded, his teeth sinking
into the soft skin. Her body could not fight it, and spent itself again, as
wave after wave crashed over her.

"So how does that feel?"

"Uhmmmmm."

Mark smiled, and sucked on her nipples, his hard dick ready to explode. He knew
it would not take long. His head tilted up, and he looked at the clock.

Marva's eyes locked in the upward position, then rolled back in her head as the
boy entered her. The hard thrust of his stiff cock was strong enough to pop the
ice right out of her ass. She groaned and cried, her abused clit screaming for
relief, as he held her down on her own floor, and fucked her ruthlessly.

Mark's pace was brutal, his hips smashing into hers, smacking her into the
floor, his lips locking with hers, and taking the kiss he wanted. She barely
had the strength to moan, hardly the power to complain, as he showed her what
he wanted out of a woman at this stage in his life.

Marva could not hold back, and screamed out loud, her battered and abused body
letting it all out, spending itself in a wave that threatened to knock her
unconscious. Mark kept pounding into her, his eyes seeking out hers, until he
felt the familiar tightness he needed so bad.

Rocking his hips back, he slammed home like the bolt of a vault door locking
shut, and exploded in her, hard enough to almost cause physical pain.

She tried to push herself up, but was to weak, her mind still spinning from her
last orgasm, as his splashed of the walls of her womb. She cried out, and
spread out on the floor as he filled her, held her down, and took her.

Finally he thought he could safely move his limbs, and stood up, looking down
at the woman.

"That... that... was... awesome." Her breath came in gasps, as she rolled onto
her side. Mark kneeled over her, and began to kiss her neck, face, and lips.
His hands roamed her body, as he found her ear.

"Psst, Mrs. Hallmacker?"

"Hmmmmm?"

"I'm not done yet!" His hands moved to fast for her to respond, as he pinned
her face down on the soft peach carpet. His left hand held her down, the right
reaching for a new ice cube, which he inserted into her pussy. She cried out,
tears flowing from her eyes, as the brutal cold clashed with her burning pussy.
He left it there, she was to weak to shake it out, and picked up his final toy
for the night, a small, cone shaped cube which he began to run around her ass.
She moaned, and began to weakly beg for mercy, as he rubbed his cock between
her legs, teasing the ice cube and the cunt it was stuck in.

"Ohhh god, Mark, please, please..."

He ignored her, and watched as the ice melted. The water ran into her ass, as
his dick turned so hard it hurt. He wanted this bad. Inserting 3 fingers, and
spread her open, listening to her whine.

His cock could barely wait, it was twitching, as he pushed deep into her. A cry
escaped her lips again, as his hips meet her ass.

His hand went between her legs again, and plaid with her clit and ice located
there.

"Please, please, please, please..."

His rhythm started out slow this time, pumping in and out, enjoying the
tightness, his cock moving in and out. He thought he would die, it was so
AWESOME!

He did not know how he would ever live without a woman to fuck like this, as he
squeezed her clit, and began to pick up the pace. His eyes where screwed shut,
as he took total control of her body.

Marva cried without shame now, as he pressed her clit into the ice. Suddenly he
pulled back, then squeezed and rubbed it against the ice. She could not believe
it, but another orgasm washed over her.

Mark felt her body spasm, as she squeezed her ass in response to the orgasm.
That was what he had planned for, as it pushed him over the edge, and allowed
him to empty all that remained in his balls into her ass.

The churning cum waiting in his sack fairly shot out, and into her body,
filling her, as he pumped away until the very last second. Almost collapsing
atop her, he laid down, and wrapped her up in his arms, as they both caught
their breath.

"You have no idea how many times I've dreamed about that."

"I can't believe what you did to me."

Mark wanted to scream. Two women with this whole rape crap in one day. Maybe I
should go out and rape somebody, he thought.

"I've never felt this good in my entire life!"

"Huh?"

"THAT was awesome! Can we do that again sometime?"

Her smile was weak, but that of a happy, satisfied woman.

"Yes, ma'am. I always did want to fuck you for extra credit."

"Ohhh, why don't you come by for tutoring some time? Not that I think you need
it..."'

He smiled, and picked her up, carrying her into her bedroom.

The apartment was dark, which was no surprise to Mark as he opened the door,
and walked into the living room. He almost hit the light, when he heard a weak
noise from the couch.

"Don't."

"Who's there?"

"Who do you think, numb nuts!" Chris stood up off the couch, and laid the
blanket back down across Reba's nude body.

"She has class tomorrow."

"So do we."

"Difference being, we don't have class until 8, she starts at 0720!"

"Calm down, damn, you do realize it is like two thirty in the morning?"

"Yes, I do, and you will not believe what I just did."

"Ok... tell me then."

"Guess, hint... my dream woman."

"Pamela Anderson Lee?"

"No, shit for brains! Real dream."

"You are kidding me!"

Mark shrugged, and walked over to the couch, picking up his sleeping sister,
and carried her into Chris room, gently laying her down on the bed, before
closing the door, and stretching in the hallway.

"Did you fuck who I think you fucked?" Chris waved him back into the kitchen,
where he had started two cups of tea for them.

"Ms Marva Hallmacker, the one and only!"

"You are one sorry motherfucker." He shook his head, and dropped the tea bags,
before handing Mark his cup.

"Why thank you, I'll sign autographs later."

"Three women in one day, what is your problem?"

"Hey, I'm just a stud like that."

"Keep telling yourself that, can I have some tea?" Reba had found a new shirt,
and looked the look of a woman who needed sleep badly.

"Ohhh, you're just jealous."

"Likely. But I guess now I don't have to worry about you sinking into
depression about losing Cassie."

"Me... naah! But I am starting to think I might need to find new hunting
grounds..."

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