The Girl Next Door Mark finds out a few things about the girl next door.
Posted Sat Jul 26, 2014 03:47 PM
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“Who did you? Well, besides the whole football team,” Mark said.
“ha ha!” I said and paused for a second. “Oh, wait I forgot. Fuck you.”
“Let’s see. You started with Tony. He was a Linebacker and dumb as hell. I’m kind of amazed he could even string together two words to ask you out.” In his best Caveman imitation Mark said. “Ma. . . Ma . . .Mackenzie. . . da . . . da . . .date . . . Toe. . . Toe . . .Tony tonight.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“How could you date that idiot?”
“He’s really cute and has an amazing smile. Have you seen his Abs? You always say I’m superficial. He was all looks and no substance.”
Ignoring me Mark continued, “Then you moved on to Mason. I don’t know if you moved up or down on the dating scale with Mason. The guy’s fucking huge. A Defensive End, well, he was the entire Defensive Line. I mean people had to clear the hallway when he walked by. What did you ever see in him?”
“He’s really sweet.” I said in my best ‘awwwww shucks, he’s cute and I’m fawning’ voice. Quickly returning to my normal voice, “Yeah, he’s not huge everywhere.”
“Oh, no, no, that’s gross,” Mark protested.
“No, seriously. His balls were tiny. I could hold both of them in the palm of my hand.”
“I’m gonna be sick. You need to stop talking about his balls.” Mark said.
“Do you want to know how big his dick is?” I asked holding my pinky finger in the air. With my other hand I covered the bottom half of my pinky finger to show it was only half the size. “Tiny!!” I silently mouthed.
“Moving along before I vomit. Then you switched to the Offensive side of the ball and dated Tyrell. I’ll give you credit there. Tyrell’s pretty cool but every girl in the school wanted to kill you when you two started dating.”
“He was a bit full of himself. All we ever talked about was how good of a football player he was and how he was getting a scholarship,” I said.
“I don’t know why I’m asking this but is it true what they say about black men?”
“No, not always . . .” I said and was about to continue.
“No! No! Stop. That’s all I want to know. I don’t need details.”
“Why are we going through my dating history?” I asked.
“Wait. ‘Not always’? What’s that mean?” Mark asked with a confused look on his face.
“It means ‘Not always’. Not all black men are huge. What do you think it means?”
“Is this something you know from experience? Who else did you go out with?”
“I wouldn't exactly say we went out as much as . . . ah, hooked up.”
“Oh my God. You’re such a little slut. How is it I’ve lived next to you my entire life and never even got a kiss but you fucked the football team? Who and when did this happen?”
“Again, why are we talking about my dating history?” I asked trying to change the subject.
“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. When did you get a tattoo?”
I sheepishly answered knowing that if my family, to be more specific, if my dad found out he would strangle me, “Three weeks ago when I was in Myrtle Beach.”
“Now, back to my original question, ‘who did you’? As in who inked you? Not who fucked you and who has the smallest balls on the football team.” Mark said with a laugh.
“You’re such an ass. And by the way you brought up the football team not me.”
“Let me see. What is it?” Mark asked.
I stood up and pushed the top edge of my bikini bottoms down to reveal the outline of two interlocking hearts.
“Whoa. I was not expecting that. I meant the one on your boob.”
“Oh, oops.” I lifted my arm up into the air and with my other hand I pulled the edge of my bikini top out of the way to show my side boob tattoo.
Mark stood up and walk over next to me. He bent over and lightly placed his hand on the side of my breast and read the tattoo. “’ma vie est maintenant’. What’s that? Something like ‘my life is now’?”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what it means.”
“Let me see the other one again.”
Mark squatted down in front of me and I lowered the top edge of my bikini bottoms again. Mark grabbed the edge from me and lowered them until the tattoo was completely exposed.
“Awww, that sweet. Are you completely shaved?” Mark asked and pulled the edge of my bikini bottoms out away from my waist and peaked down.
I darted my hands down to grab my bikini bottoms, “You perv! Don’t look at my pussy.”
“ummm. . . I think you have that backwards young lady. You’re the one that fucked half the football team.”
“It was only like five guys and for your information I didn’t ‘fuck’ all of them. Just a couple.” I said with a playful smile.
“What other surprises do you have up your sleeve?” Mark asked.
“I have few other ‘surprises’ as you call them.”
“Like what? Spill. I want details.”
“I have a few piercings.” I answered.
“Both of my nipples.”
“No fucking way. Let me see.”
“Nooooo” I responded.
“Come on. Let me see them.”
“If you tell anyone I’ll . . .” I started to say but Mark interrupted.
“I’m not going to tell anyone. Just show me.”
I turned around and pulled up half of my bikini top. I cupped my breast so only my nipple was showing and I turned back around.
“You’re fucking kidding me. That’s hot.” Mark exclaimed. “Do they hurt?”
“No. Once they heal you don’t even know they’re there. Look.” I said as I uncovered my breast and grabbed the nipple stud. I pulled on it and gave a little twist. I let go of the stud and my breast jiggled.
“That’s seriously fucking hot. Holy shit you have nice tits! Well, tit, singular.”
Mark grabbed my nipple and pinched as he pull on the stud. I bit my lower lips and crinkled my nose at the unexpected pinch.
“I can’t believe it. You’re a kinky little bitch. You come across as this ‘cute little girl next door’ but underneath you’re kinky as hell.” Mark said.
“Let me see the other one.”
I hesitated for a moment while I looked at Mark’s face full of anticipation.
“Oh, what the hell.” I said. “You’ve already seen one.”
I reached behind my back and found the strap and pulled. My bikini fell loose around my chest. I grabbed the top and pulled it over my head. With the top in my hand I flung my hands up in the air and turned my hips to the side in my best model pose. I stopped for a second in that position and then rotated to the mirror position and stopped again with my hands in the air.
“Fuckkkkkkk,” Mark said tailing off. “That’s hot.”
Mark reached out and quickly grabbed both my nipple studs and gave a quick twist. I winched slightly but smiled as my breasts jiggled.
“Is that all or do you have anything else? You’re only wearing those bikini bottoms so there can’t be much.” Marked asked. A blush rolled across my face as I hesitated. “Mayyyyyybe! There might be one more thing.” I said with a playful smile on my lips.
“What?” Mark asked with an eager smile on his face.
I didn’t respond with words. I just held my hand out and with one finger pointed down.
“No fucking way. Your CLIT?”
I just stood there biting the edge of my bottom lip and nodding my head up and down.
“I need to see this or I’m calling ‘Bullshit’.” Mark said.
“No. I’m not showing you my pussy.”
Mark grabbed at my bikini bottoms with both hands. I stepped back away a few steps.
“Let me see it.”
Mark lunged at me but I jumped back. In the next second I turned and darted out of the living room and down the hall. Mark quickly got up and came after me. As I got to the end of the hall I grabbed the door handle to go outside and suddenly stopped. Mark stopped about 10 feet away from me in the hallway.
“Ahh, news flash. You can’t go outside. You’re missing something.”
Mark was right. I had taken my top off when he was looking at my nipple piercings.
I looked around for a possible escape. There were the stairs but those were out of the question because I would need to run toward Mark and he would just grab me. There was a door on my left that lead to the basement but that was normally locked. My last option was my bedroom on my right. I crouched down as if I was going to wrestle to the death but darted toward the bedroom instead.
Mark came after me without delay. As I entered the room I spun around and tried to close the door but Mark was right there. He lowered his shoulder and wrapped his arms around me. His momentum carried us onto the bed where we landed with a crash. I tried to squirm but Mark held me in place.
“You lose, as usual. Let’s see it.”
“Okay. Get off of me. I’ll do it.” I said with submission in my voice.
As Mark was getting off the bed I grabbed the edge of the blankets and wrapped them over me into a cocoon.
“You never learn. You think that’s going to save you?” Mark said as he moved toward me.
Mark was much bigger and stronger than me and it really wasn’t going to be much of a fight but I was going to give it a try. Mark grabbed the edge of the blankets and pulled. I spun like a top on the bed and ended up on my stomach with my head and upper body off the edge of the bed. I shot forward between Mark’s legs but Mark grabbed the back of my bikini bottoms. I pulled at the fastening ties on each hip and my bikini bottoms popped off. I tried to crawl away but Mark grabbed my ankles.
Mark bent over and easily picked me up. He turned around and lowered me down to my feet.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You pick.”
I sat on the edge of the bed and reclined back as I brought my knees up.
“You know this is a little embarra…Oh my fucking fuck fucking fucker.” I blurted out suddenly.
Mark had grabbed a hold of the clit piercing stud and tweaked it. He lightly tugged on it again and my back arched and mouth opened. I was mouthing words but nothing was coming out.
“What the . . . oh!”
Just as I tried to speak Mark tweaked the stud again.
“Oh this is fun.” Mark said.
“Not so hard.” I didn’t say stop. I said ‘not so hard’ and Mark quickly took advantage of that. Mark started to move his finger around in a circle on the tip of my clit. He would alternate little tweaks on the stud and finally he moved up between my legs and kissed my clit. He grabbed the stud with his lips and pulled causing me to gasp. “Whhaat are you doing??” I asked.
“Punishing you for trying to run away.” Mark said as he pulled up on the stud again with his lips. Mark’s tongue started to flick at my clit causing me to squirm. The combination of his licking and tweaking on the clit stud had my mind spinning so when he pushed his finger into me I couldn’t take it anymore. I let out a loud moan and squeezed his head between my thighs. My arms slammed out to the sides and I grabbed whatever was there and I squeezed for all I was worth. I held my breath and let out a long moan as my orgasm started to pass.
“Holy fuck!” I couldn’t speak clearly yet and muttered, “Fuck me.”
Mark stopped and looked up at me and asked, “Are you sure?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m fucking naked with your tongue inside of me and now you’re having second thoughts?”
Mark stood up and untied his shorts. As he pushed them down his hard cock was sticking up into the air.
“I want you inside me.”
Mark slipped both of his arms beneath my legs and folded me in half. Without hesitating he plunged his cock all the way into me.
“Sweet fucking... fuck fuck fuck. Holy fucking damn.”
Mark erupted into laughter. “Wow, what an amazing command of the English language.”
“Oh fuck y . . .whooaaaa,” I choked out as Mark roughly squeezed my nipples and pulled.
Mark wasted no time and started deeply thrusting into my pussy. He alternated taking each breast into his hands and pulling on my piercings which sent a mix of pleasure and pain through my breasts.
Suddenly Mark pulled out and flipped me over with a single minded determination. He positioned me on my knees and pressed down on the middle of back. I was ass up and head down and his hard cock was pressing against my pussy. Again, Mark didn’t waste any time. He slid the tip of his cock between my wet pussy lips until he found the opening of my pussy. He grabbed my hips and thrust forward while pulling back on hips. There was an audible slap has his hips came in contact with my ass.
I grabbed the sheets lifted my head up with my mouth open wide. I sucked in all the air I could get as a deep gasp escaped my mouth.
Mark continued thrusting deep into me without letting up. Finally he reached his hand around and covered my mouth. He pressed his thumb between my lips and into my mouth.
“Suck! Suck just like you’re going to be sucking my cock. Wrap your mouth around my thumb and suck like you’re trying to make me cum.”
I did as I was commanded and started to fellate Mark’s thumb. I took the entire length of his thumb in my mouth and wrapped my tongue and squeezed.
“Very nice. You’ve done that before haven’t you?”
I didn’t say anything, I just moaned as Mark again thrusted deep into me.
“I use to jerk off dreaming you were sucking me off. I would look over at your window and imagine you undressing and kneeling down to take my cock in your mouth. Watching your every move. How you looked up at me as you took my cock in your hand. How you would act shy about it at first but then start kissing the tip. How you would circle the tip with your tongue. Finally I would look down into your blue eyes as you were sliding my cock in and out of your mouth. Not stopping until I came on your soft tongue or on your tits.”
Mark pulled his thumb out of my mouth and I was left with my mouth open and my lips coated with saliva.
As Mark was getting closer and closer to his orgasm he reach down and twisted my clit ring sending my body into a spasm and clamping down on his hard cock buried deep in my wet pussy.
“ahh fuck I’m gonna fucking cum,” Mark grunted.
I grabbed each of my nipple rings and held them firmly in my hands. When Mark thrusted hard into me I pulled on them. Mark pressed his wet thumb against my ass and pushed deep into me.
“what the . . .” I started to say but it turned into a deep moan as my body spasmed and clamped down with every fiber of muscle. My feet clinched tight and I started to kick up and down.
We were locked together as Mark was pulsing his cum inside of me.
I reached between my legs and grabbed his balls and caressed them. I could feel them contracting and relaxing and contracting and releasing for what seemed like hours but was probably seconds.
Finally, Mark collapsed onto my back and I felt his thumb slip out of my ass. He just laid on top of me panting and trying to catch his breath.
Mark and I laid motionless for about 10 minutes. No words were spoken and the only sounds were the occasional whimper or giggle as our bodies tried to recover.
“Next time I’m taking your tight little ass for a ride,” Mark said.
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“Oh I think you’ll like it.”
“hmmmmft!" I snorted. "We’ll see. Did you really jerk off thinking about me?”
I lowered my head slightly and blushed, “You really imagined me . . .umm”
“Sucking me off? Yes. Every fucking night in High School and you were doing that little shy, bashful, whatever the fuck that little thing is you’re doing right now is called.”
“Was I good at it?”
Mark just looked at me and smiled, “You were amazing.”
“How about we see if I’m as good in real life as I was in your fantasies,” I said with a shy blushing smile as I started to kiss my way down Mark’s chest.
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