****** Mark and Chris XII -- Summer Fun in the Sun by teybl@hotmail.com ******
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Mark and Chris XII -- Summer Fun in the Sun


"I can not believe you would do that to me!" The voice was irate, loud, and
much more importantly, that of her mother. Cassie was standing, which put the
two of them even in height, and allowed them to lock eyes.

"You do remember what he did, don't you!"

"Yes mom, I remember. And I have also learned, from you I might add, that one
has to forgive. After all, Matthew forgave you..." She inclined her head to the
side, to where her stepfather was watching the argument with a detached kind of
interest.

"Cassie, all I am thinking about here is my only daughter. And I am saying no.
I don't even want you with that...that...thing !" Sylvia slammed down the pan
she was holding, and starred at her daughter.

Cassie teared up, no longer able to control it, and stormed up the stairs,
trying to get away from her mother. The door behind her slammed shut, as she
threw herself on the bed, crying and sobbing uncontrollably. She had expected
this answer, but not the ferocity with which it had been delivered.

She honestly believed that Mark was reformed. Chris seemed dubious, but Reba
was on her side. And surprisingly, so was Marva, Marks fuck-friend from between
their relationship. She rolled over, and grabbed the phone as it started to
ring. Before it was halfway to her ear, she could hear her father screaming
something.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby doll ! What's up ? YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH !"

"What are you all happy about ?"

"I just won a bet." He let out another scream, and she could just see the look
on his face. Her father was a compulsive gambler, one of the reasons her mother
had left him. But he was good at it ! He won thousands of dollars annually, and
she was not really sure how much of that the IRS saw.

Figuring from the new boat he had just bought down in Florida, not much.

They chatted for a couple of minutes, before he decided it was time to stop
playing games, and he asked her what was wrong. The explanation did not take
long, and immediately drew sympathy from her father. They talked for 20
minutes, bringing dramatic improvement in Cassie's mood. She thanked for father
for 10 more, before hanging up to change for her night out with Reba.

At least that was what she told her mother.


Reba might not drive the same speedy Camaro her brother did, but their styles
of driving where carbon copies. At least that was Cassie's esteemed opinion, as
she staggered from the green car, wondering how Reba did it.

She would go 70 or so in a 35, and not hit any children, cats, or other cars,
all the while with the window down, music blasting, yelling at people...just
like Mark.

The door opened, and Mark came towards her, wrapping her up in his arms, and
planting a long, deep kiss on her lips.

"Hey baby..."

"Hey you..."

They kissed again, and everything seemed to fade away from Cassie. She just
stood there, letting him hold her, until he threw her over his shoulder, and
carried her inside. They plopped onto the couch, their tongues meeting again,
bodies pressed against each other, hands traveling under shirt, and caressing
bare skin.

"I'm the greatest idiot I know."

"Yeah, you are."

"Thank you for the support." He smiled, and they kissed again, until Reba threw
a tennis ball at her brother.

"My mom said no."

"I figured she would." He held her tight, kissing her forehead as he cradled
her.

"But it don't matter." She smiled up at her man, and kissed his chin.

Then she explained her plan.


* * * * *

Mark had never been a really big fan of Florida. It was to hot ( especially
during the summer ), to humid, and he had once walked into a Wendy's in Miami,
only to learn that NONE of the employees spoke English.

After almost fighting with the guy behind the counter, he had sworn to never
return to Florida in the summer.

Yet, he was there now, he realized, as his bike zipped along I-95, a large
backpack on his back, sunglasses shielding his eyes from the harsh sun, cowboy
boots riding the gears that he so loved, and just in general looking "like the
only black hick I know," as Reba put it. His jeans had been starched and
creased at the beginning of his journey, but that had been 8 hours ago, and he
could hardly feel his ass. The black sweatshirt, with the large viper on the
back, was sweaty, the green T-shirt underneath soaked, and probably showing
sweat stains. But he was almost there. Palm Coast, north of Daytona Beach, the
home of Cassie's fathers summer house. The exit loomed large, and engine
growled, as he shot up and over the ramp. He had memorized the route, he needed
no maps. The bike raced through town, until he reached the Marina. The gate was
open, the guard probably told to expect the Ninja with the custom paint job,
and he zipped by, flying towards the beach, towards his baby.

He knew the house by the Ford Excursion parked out front. Not that many around,
so it was a dead give away, along with the jet skis with the distinctive ground
hog motive on them. He pulled up, kicked down the stand, and had gotten of by
the time Cassie appeared out the door, running up to him, and jumping on her
man.

They kissed, bodies embracing, holding on tight, as he pulled the pack of his
back, their tongues never releasing each other. She stepped back, allowing him
to climb off, which he promptly did, and began to stretch. He stripped off his
sweat shirt, followed by his T-shirt. Her hands where all over him, kissing the
sweat off of his body, then returning to his lips, as their passion drove them
hotter then the midday sun. Mark threw his stuff towards the door, and wrapped
both arms around his baby. Her sundress pressed against him, and glued itself
to the wet skin. They moved towards the door, not letting go, and finally he
just picked her up, her legs wrapping around him, and he carried her inside.

"Where to?"

"Up, and then second door on the right." Neither knew where the air to talk
came from, but it was there, and he followed directions, as they kept kissing.

Finally the door fell shut, and they dropped to the bed. Her hands seemed to be
everywhere, as he simply lay there, and let her touch him.

"You tired?"

"Beat with a stick." He rolled his head, then smiled up at her, stretching
himself out like a cat, and growling. Cassie giggled, and kneeled atop her man,
then jumped up, and waived for him to stay down. She reappeared several minutes
later, holding a big glass of ice tea, and situated herself on his stomach
again. Leaning down, she poured the liquid into his mouth.

He swallowed greedily, purred again, and closed his eyes.

"No way." Cassie reached down, and began to unbuckle his pants.

"And just what, pray tell, are you doing, dear lady?" Mark lazily opened one
eye, and looked down at her, as she slowly pulled down his pants, and began to
bite into his boxers. Her tongue found its way inside, and slowly began to lick
his cock. It rose up towards her, and with careful coaxing, she had it standing
up straight in no time. Mark only moaned, as she began to lick up and down the
shaft, slowly, gently, sucking the head once in a while, teasing him, over,
over, over, dragging her tongue around the top, then taking it all the way into
her throat, letting it slide back out and licking his balls, before she would
repeat the whole scenario over again.

Marks hands covered his face, as he breathed and tried not to simply explode.
He was to tired to resist, to tired to react, and to tired to even reach down
and grab the tits swaying back and forth in her lose dress, teasing and
taunting him.

Cassie looked up at him, a evil look filling her eyes, as she continued the
sweet torture of his cock. Over and over again, she would take him all the way
up, just to let him down again while she sucked on his balls, or bit his inner
thighs. It was driving him crazy, but he did not have the energy to resist. Or
at least not yet...

She moved down a bit, then began to kiss up from his knees, working slowly,
deliberately, until she finally reached the dick she so wanted, and took it all
the way into her throat. Working it slowly, her tongue wrapped around it, her
nails lightly scratching his balls, sucking it like a lollipop, her throat
closing and opening around the head, sending him into a heaven of heat and
wetness, his eyes screwed shut, and his body reacting in the only way it
possibly could.

The vixen attached to his dick felt the heat rising in it again, but this time
she did not let it go, only slowed WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY down, and tortured and
teased him, the heat never stopping, the wetness seemingly enveloping his
entire being, as he could feel his orgasm build, but not being released. His
hands gripped the sheets, twisting them in his hands, until it was to much to
take. He shot up on the bed, and pushed her off.

His hands where fast, rough, and way stronger then her, but she fought back
anyway, laughing at him, and trying to hold him off.

Mark was having none of it, as he pinned her down on the bed, reached between
her legs, and simply ripped away her panties. One hand grabbed her ankles,
forced them together, back and up. Then he spread them, and took them over his
shoulders, holding her down with the weight of his body, as he pounded his cock
into her with one quick, hard, sharp thrust.

Cassie cried out as her man entered her. There was nothing soft, sexy, or
caring about his actions. He was simply fucking her, like a animal in heat,
needing release. And she loved every second of it. His eyes where on fire, a
look that early in their relationship had often scared when making love, as he
pounded into her, his hands on her face, her neck, her breasts, grabbing her
ass, holding her down, controlling her, teaching her who owned her, if she
liked it or not.

It did not take long, and she felt it as he rammed into her as hard as he
could, and exploded. His cock poured forth, emptying itself into her, and she
cried out again. She loved the feeling of his orgasm in her body. He never
stopped, just pounded into her harder and harder, fucking through it, and
taking her with him on a ride she could not resists, as they screamed each
others names, her orgasm matching his. They collapsed onto of each other, both
breathing hard, and Mark almost passing out from the exhaustion.

Slowly, his body rolled off of her, and stretched out, purring again.

"You aren't tired, are you ? Are you getting old, or something ?" She giggled,
and propped herself up on one arm, and traced her finger through the sweat on
his chest. There was truth in her statement. Mark was 19, would turn twenty
right after the turn of the year. She was 17, and would not be 18 until the end
of her senior year.

"You know what...why don't you go fuck yourself." He picked up the glass, and
swallowed the rest of the ice tea in one gulp. Then he pulled of his pants, and
rolled over. "Wake me when they get here."


* * * *

The hotel room was split into two sides. Reba and Chris had taken the "right"
side of the room, with the windows facing the parking lot. Cassie and Mark had
taken the "left," with their windows facing the courtyard.

In-between lay a kitchenette towards the back, inner wall, and a dining/living
room facing the courtyard. The kitchenette now looked like a battle field, as
food of four teenagers from 2 days was piled up in the sink, around the trash
can, and some of it had spilled onto the counter.

Mark surveyed the room, and one look at Chris face told him that his best
friend was thinking the same thing. It looked horrible.

"I say we don't say anything, and just leave tomorrow morning." They both
nodded, and then walked into their respective rooms, where their respective
girlfriends where sprawled out, both of them looking tired and worn out from
the schedule of activities the boys had decided on.

"You, my dear man, are crazy."

"What would seduce your cute mind into saying that ?" Mark pulled off his black
T-shirt, followed by his sneakers, jeans, and then dropped onto the bed next to
her.

"We have done a complete park per day, and then some. I'm tired. I don't want
to go anywhere. I want you to order room service, and then feed me, then fuck
me until I fall asleep, and then let me sleep." Cassie was speaking slowly, her
face buried in the pillow.

"Anything for you." Mark picked up the phone, and let Chris know, who informed
him that he had been told the same thing, if much more forcefully, so by Reba.
Mark took down what they wanted, then called the kitchen, and placed their
orders, being assured that the food was much better then anything they could
order from the surrounding places, and it would be right up.

It wasn't right, but Mark was willing to tip for food delivered in 20 minutes.
Especially because he had used to minutes to massage Cassie's now naked
shoulders, calves, feet, something she always enjoyed.

"So what are you going to tell your mother?"

"The truth. And I'll tell her that dad said it was OK, too." Her voice was
indignant, letting him know what she would do, and damn what anybody thought.

He only looked, shrugged, and kept rubbing her feet.

"You don't think I should?"

"I am not saying anything. That is between you and your family." His lips meet
hers, and they kissed gently, embracing, only to be interrupted by knocking on
the door. Cursing, Mark stood, grabbed his wallet, got the food, and sent the
wait-boy on his way.

"Come get your food, motherfucker!" He left it on the table, and kicked Chris
door once, before retreating into their bedroom, carrying a tray with two
plates, several cans of soda, and a bowl of sauce.

"What did you order?" Cassie sat up, covering herself with the sheets, and
smelling the sweet, biting odor of the food.

"Hell if I know, but the picture looked good, and it had a cool name."


"Which was?" She rolled her eyes. It was dangerous to let him order. At one
point, she had been part of the group of girls that thought it sweet when your
date ordered for you. Then she had gone out with him for two or three dates,
and learned that it was dangerous, as he was liable to order the hottest dish
on the menu, and say "same for the lady," and not even think twice about the
fact that not everybody was a hot sauce addict like him and Chris.

He read the name of the menu, and besides sounding...foreign...it really told
her nothing.

"It is Indian. At least that is what it says here. Which reminds me, when we
get back home, I have to take you to that Thai restaurant." He set the tray
down on the bed, and poured both of them a glass of sprite, before uncovering
the plates. Steam rose, and the smell hit Cassie with full force. Like cooked
peppers, it smelled just like when Mark and Chris made Chilly. And nobody
besides the two of them ate that stuff. Just sometimes it almost ate the pot.

"Damn, you know I don't like that hot stuff."

"Yours is mild. You're smelling mine." He picked up his fork, stabbed his food,
dipped it in the sauce, and began to chew. Immediately, his face began to
sweat, and he screwed his eyes, shut, then swallowed, and exhaled in a low,
long whistle.

"That's some good shit." Cassie just shook her head, as he continued to shovel
hot food into his mouth, and sweat like a sauna occupant. She ate her own food,
and while she would admit that it tasted good, it was still hot. At least to
her.

He finished first, and began to suck on ice cubes, laying on the bed, and
looking out the window.

"I hope that teaches you." She put the tray on the floor, and laid down,
closing her eyes. The bed moved, as he rose, and she could feel him crawling
across the bed. The came atop her, and then there was a drop of cold water on
her back. She tried to roll over, but he held her down, and began to drag the
ice cube down her spine, holding it with his teeth. He got to her ass, and
began to slide it back and worth, her hot skin melting the ice, the cold water
running into her ass. He pushed down gently, and it slid into her ass, lodging
itself, and driving her crazy. She cried out, bucked, and tried to get away,
but he was stronger. Forcing himself between her thighs, he began to kiss her
shaven cunt, licking, teasing, and sucking on her growing clit. Taking it
between his teeth, he flicked it, sucked it, licked, and nibbled on it. She
slowed down a bit, but never stopped moving, her ass clenching and relaxing,
trying to force the ice OUT. His tongue drove her higher and higher, and she
moved her muscles faster and faster, and just as she came on his face, it
popped out. Mark moved up, and slowly his tongue crept into her ass, moving in
and out, licking up the cold water, and nibbling on her cheeks.

"Can I have it ?"

"You betcha." Slowly he kissed his way up, hands coming up underneath her, and
cupping her tits, as his cock positioned itself over her ass, the head pressing
against her tight anal ring, his teeth closing down on her neck, holding her in
place like a bitch in heat.

With one hard push, he was inside, listening to her cry out and scream, as he
pulled back, almost popping out, and pushed in again. She screamed out louder,
and that set the rhythm. Each thrust would be a slow, hard, deep push into her
ass, as she moaned, cried out, and screamed his name. His left hand caressed
her tits, rolling her nipples, pinching and playing them like dials on a radio
making sweet music. The right was between her legs, teasing her clit, and
making its own tunes, as he squeezed and rubbed it.

Her ass was incredibly tight, and he slowed it down as he felt the familiar
tightness. But she felt it as well, and squeezed down even more. Mark pulled
back, easing himself almost all the way out. Then he rammed into her, hard and
fast, filling her as far as he could, screaming out her name, arching his back,
and giving her full penetration. Cassie screamed at the sudden depth, and both
of them exploded together.

"Ohhhh, uhmmmm, how come nobody ever talks about how great this is?"

"What do you mean?" Mark's voice was shallow, as he tried to catch his breath,
and muster the strength to push off of her.

"How great it is to be fucked like that." She spread herself out, and reached
back, rubbing his head, and feeling his face.

"I don't know. I don't really think about shit like that." He pushed himself up
and out, and then reached down, picking her up into his arms, and carrying her
into the bathroom.

"But you could write a book."

"Ohh yeah. I'll call it...17 and assfucked."

Mark still did not like beaches. And Cassie knew that. But the girls wanted to
go to the beach ( "we can't be in Florida, and NOT go to the beach." ), so he
had relented, and was now laying on a towel, looking across the water, and
hating every second of it. The only positive was that he got to watch Cassie
play beach volley ball in her little two piece bikini.

"You aren't jealous ?" Chris didn't like the beach, either, but he was much
more willing to "suffer" for Reba. He pointed towards the game going on, with
Reba and Cassie beating the crap out of two local beach boys.

"Not really. Some loser, who can't even beat her at volley ball ? Yeah, that'll
be the fucking day." Mark shook his head, and pushed his sun glasses up on his
face, his eyes tracking another girl, dressed in even less then his baby, walk
along the beach.

"I can't believe you let Reba wear that shit though, you asshole." Mark
indicated his little sister with his head, and Chris giggled.

"Man, come on, she..."

"Don't tell me. She probably blew you, and you said yeah, do whatever."

"Basically."

"Fuck Chris, I said, no details." He reached over, and punched his best friend,
hard enough to hurt. Then he pointed towards the girl he had been watching
earlier. "Look at that piece of ass." They both looked, and watched, as she
walked down the beach.

"Want to invite her into your relationship as well ?" Chris still could not
believe that Cassie was so damn happy that Mark fucked other girls.

"I just might beat you again." But he only kept watching. Suddenly a frown
crossed his face, and he pointed.

"You see that ?" Chris followed his finger, and did. Neither spoke, they just
moved. There was a reason they had both been wide receivers while playing
football in high school, namely their speed. Which allowed them to cover the
distance in almost no time. They both came up to the woman laying in the sand
in several seconds.

She was obviously pregnant, and laying in the surf.

"No blood...shit, no rise, low pulse." Mark dropped down next to her, checking
her vitals, and feeling her head, neck, and back.

"Get her out of the water, let's go, let's go !" Chris got her one shoulder,
Mark the other, and like a wounded fellow Marine, she was dragged out of the
water. Mark dropped to his knees next to her head, and checked her again, while
Chris got down on the other side, feeling first her heart, and then for broken
bones.

"Fuck, she is not breathing !"

"Do your thing, I got the chest."

"Motherfucker !" Mark wiped her mouth, spat into the sand, and began rescue
breathing. He opened her mouth, no obstruction. Tilting her head, he began to
breathe into her mouth.

"No rise, retilt." Chris sounded calm, as Mark expected him to be. He was the
one who would get all worked up. He did as told, and repeated the procedure,
while Chris yelled over his shoulder for Reba to call 911 on his cell phone.
Other people where noticing, some coming running over, and Chris yelled at them
to stay back and give them room.

"No rise Chris, do it !" Mark almost screamed, but Chris did as told,
performing chest thrusts, and watching as Mark starred into her throat.

"I got it !" Reaching in, he swept her mouth once, then again, and threw out
something that looked like it might be sea life, and it might not be.

Mark got down again, and began to breathe into her. This time her chest rose,
and they continued, keeping the pace with Chris counting, and Mark breathing.
It took 4 tries, before she first coughed, then began to vomit.

They both grabbed her head, and turned it to the side, letting her spit out sea
water and food particles. The crowd parted, and 3 paramedics dropped down next
to them. They relieved the two, and they staggered up the beach, and dropped
onto their towels. Mark was breathing to fast, and sat up, trying to stop from
hyperventilating. Chris simply sat, breathing in deep, slow, relaxed cycles.

"Man, I told you I hate the beach." He picked up the can of coke he had almost
kicked over, and took a long sip. "But no, nobody listens to me."

He offered Mark the rest of the can, and it was taken. The black soda
disappeared down his best friends throat, and they both just looked around.

"Personally, I thought it was kinda intense." The girls where running towards
them, but they did not move. They reached them, and literally threw themselves
onto them, wrapping them up in arms, and kissing them everywhere.

"Are you OK ?" Cassie was actually breathing harder then Mark was, but that did
not surprise him. She excited easy, he could testify to that.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Mark stood back up, and waved to Chris. The two walked back
over to growing circle, and checked in with the Paramedics on site.

The woman was sitting up now, and was being prepared to be moved to a local
hospital. She smiled at the boys, and Chris handed her one of his cards, before
they walked back to the dunes, and to the small depression where they had left
their bikes.

"I'm hungry."

"You are always hungry after we get pumped up." Mark only shook his head, and
looked at his best friend. "Take Reba, go ahead, and get a table, at that place
we passed earlier." He pointed up the street, and Chris nodded.

He waved to Reba, and the slowly rolled up the beaten path, before disappearing
over the dunes.

Mark looked around, and sat down in the sand, taking Cassie's sprite can, and
finishing it off.

"That's not nice." She sat down next to him, and began to softly kiss him all
over again. "I just want you to know that I'm proud of you." Her lips meet his,
and they gently caressed each other.

"Thanks baby." He kissed her back, then they stood. He looked around, the dunes
rising and falling around them, and shook his head.

"I hate the beach." His hands reached up, and he stretched, doing a mental
inventory of everything to make sure nothing was being left behind. They only
had one big backpack, and his saddle bags to worry about. Slowly his eyes
trailed back down, and noticed Cassie bent over the bike, fixing her side of
the saddle bag, and pulling on shorts and sneakers. He stepped up behind her,
pressing his crotch into her ass, and wrapping his arms around her.

"What are you doing ?"

"Getting my just reward." He smiled down, and gently kissed the back of her
neck. His left foot traced up her leg, and pushed her shorts back down.

Her bikini followed, as he cupped her breasts, and nibbled on her ear.

She moaned, reached back, and exposed his cock to the hot air and sun.

Stroking it, she bent over, and guided him into herself.

There was nothing loving about what happened, just pure animal fucking. He
jammed into her, and began to fuck her in a hard, fast pace. She moaned and
cried out, holding onto the frame of the bike for support, as he would rock
back, and then jam forward again, filing her harder, harder, harder each time.
Each thrust was a vicious stab deep into her inner being, like a piston in a
race car during the final lap, as he burnt of all his energy into her.

His hands squeezed her tits, rolling her nipples, his lips teasing and
caressing her neck, back, and ears, his cock pounding her pussy, driving her
clit crazy. His body slammed into her, and she felt how he was trying to slow
down, trying to control it, but couldn't.

A long, low moan escaped his lips, as he shot wad after wad of cum into her
tight pussy, filling her, and holding her tight, still fucking her, never
stopping, pounding his cock into her wetness, until he felt her shiver, and cum
with him.

His body collapsed atop hers, and slowly they picked themselves up.

"I guess that is one way to ride." She smiled and kissed him while finishing
getting dressed.

"Maybe I should do more good deeds."

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