The Sarah & Mark Series

Sarah & Mark (Book 5) - Mark's Story

The meeting of Sarah & Mark

Chapter 1

To summarise my life until I met Sarah is a fairly easy thing to do. College, then Sussex University in Brighton, then a job with a friend of my father's that over time led to a very lucrative role in consultancy for the hospitality industry. I seemed to land in the role at the perfect time and I had a natural flair for it and business was booming. But the women in my life had taken a more back-seat role to my desire to excel in business, and one day own a Porsche.

So going back to when I lost my virginity. It happened not too long after the strip poker incident at my friend's house, his parents away and a group of us there with some girls, these girls tricking us with a loaded deck of cards and all the guys ending up totally naked, some of us even suffering forfeits. One of the girls who was there, Suzanne, was outgoing, fun-loving, and certainly mischievous, not to mention gorgeous. She had a girl-next-door look about her, was only about 5ft tall, busty, curvy and with red hair that sat on her shoulders. She had previously dated a friend of mine, Tobias, but when he went off to university in Edinburgh at the end of that summer, we ended up just becoming an item.

Our parents only lived a few doors away from each other and when I got my first car, a red Fiat Punto, she would come over wanting a lift to places. Initially, she would pretend she wasn't into me in front of her friends, but over the course of about two months, I won her over. She persuaded me to take her to a party she wanted to attend in the town, a 21stbirthday, saying I would be her 'plus one'. I needed very few excuses to spend time with her so quickly agreed. The party was a bit lame, it just had a weird vibe and the ratio of women to men was about seven or eight to one. I swear it was just me and five other guys, one of whom was the girl's brother and his friend. When Suzanne said she wanted to go, I quickly agreed, driving back and walking to the pub at the end of our road. We both got quite drunk and had a real blast, staggering back to her place after, her parents away in London at a party of their own. She took me up to her room and we chatted for another hour laid out on her bed before both falling asleep.

At some point in the night, she climbed over me, digging her knee into my thigh. I woke up instantly. Suzanne walked to her en-suite, clicking on the light and sitting down to pee, the door wide open as she did so. She finished up and waddled back into the room, her knickers around her ankles until she kicked them off as she came over to the bed. Still a little drunk, Suzanne half whispered, half bellowed in my ear, "Mark, are you awake? Mark!" I feigned being woken up and said I was now. She said that she needed to take a shower, but didn't want to wake me if I was sleeping.

I said a simple "Okay." And she walked out into the hallway, returning a moment later with a large fluffy towel. "My parents aren't back yet," she said in her poor attempt at a whisper, "So you don't need to whisper." I laughed at her for being a bit ditzy, as she stepped into her small bathroom and turned on the shower, the cubicle just out of sight. "My god I stink Mark!" She said almost asking for me to respond with a confirmation of how 'smelly' she was, but since I thought she smelt amazing I said she was probably over-thinking it.

I really needed to pee, but I had woken with a full on erection and knew it would be impossible until it calmed down a bit. The running water of the shower though doing that thing in the brain that running water does when you need to go. I called to her I needed to 'take a whizz' and she just looked at me like I had asked what time the aliens were coming to breakfast.

"Well hurry up then," she said with an exaggerated level of anger, a smile on her face, "I haven't got all day!" I scooted off the bed and squeezed past her into the bathroom, praying that my erection would fade enough to pee soon, though I was sufficiently desperate that I didn't think it was going to be an issue. I stood there and pulled my dick out of my fly, it being rock hard and pointing up to the ceiling. I tried pushing it down, even bending it and thinking of washing the dishes, but it wasn't going down. Suzanne asked if I had a problem and I just said it was just likely as she was there. She huffed and said that she wasn't hanging around for me, pushing past and into the frosted glass shower cubicle. She must have stripped off behind me, and I had missed her naked body going past, just catching a glimpse of her ankle before the door slid shut.

Her back was to me, her womanly shape clear in the bright room, but distorted by the frosted glass, or plastic doors and side panel. I was now in pain and urine was dribbling out of my dick, but because it was hard it was spraying all over the place. Hoping she wouldn't notice I spun 90 degrees and used the sink to pee in. It's height and shape allowing me to empty my bladder without making a mess of the floor and toilet surround, the action also had the effect of my erection being eased significantly. Not wanting to let on what I had done, I did an unnecessary flush of the toilet, then did a quick on and off with the cold tap to rinse the sink, hoping the sound would be masked by the flush noises.

Confident I had succeeded in my little ploy, I was stunned by a scream from Suzanne, the flimsy frosted glass door being thrown open and her soapy naked body jumping out and practically knocking me over, the size of the room meant I went down next to the sink, her body sprawled on top of me. "You fucker!" she said, a laugh in her voice, "You did that on purpose didn't you!" I apologised to her, not thinking how the flush might affect the water temperature in the shower. Her naked body was so soapy I couldn't really help her off me, her skin so soft and smooth to the touch, but I was trying not to touch her in places that might get me in trouble. She eventually was up, her nakedness in front of me and looking absolutely stunning, those big boobs, probably a D-cup, pert and just inches from my face. When I finally looked up from her red pubic hair, to her magnificent tits, then to her face, she had a huge grin on her face.

"Getting a good look there Mark?" she said, stepping back into the shower cubical, but not closing the door. "I guess you like what you see?" She continued, for some reason making me feel like the embarrassed one, even though she was the one naked and exposed. But when I noticed her eyes were looking at my groin, I realised my dick was still out, and it was hard as a rock, pointing right at her, the foreskin retracted a little from being more aroused than I'd ever maybe been before.

She closed the door to the shower and she carried on cleaning herself, only twice she pressed her ample chest against the frosted glass, then her tongue. I just stood there watching, my shirt soaking and covered in soap, my skinny jeans not allowing me to put my erection away. But because she'd seen me naked and hard before, I kind of wanted her to see it again, and since she'd smiled at it and not screamed or told me to leave, I felt like leaving it out there was a risk worth taking.

Within a couple of minutes the door opened again, a smiling Suzanne stood there naked in all her glory and looking magnificent. "Stop staring at my tits and pass me the towel," she said, pointing to the hook beside me. I passed it to her and she dabbed herself with it, then stepped out in front of me. Taking a moment to look at my straining dick, then reaching down and stroking the tip. "Somebody seems happy!" She said, the drunk slurs of 5 minutes ago seemingly gone. "Why don't you jump in the shower and let me watch you since you have had all the viewing fun so far." I waited a moment, her hand still gently stroking me, more like how you stroke a pet than a wanking motion. She then slapped my dick and told me to hurry up as she needed to be fucked, and she wanted me cleaned up first. Who was I to argue?

I stripped off in front of her again. Her towel now wrapped around her body with a neat knot in the cleft of her tits. It wasn't my most dignified striptease, but I was soon naked, my clothes inside out and in a pile on her bathroom floor. She moved aside to let me past and I had to press into her because of the limited space, her being a foot shorter meant she had to look up at me as I passed her, her hands deliberately brushing my hard dick. It took me a moment to figure out the controls, but I was soon wet, Suzanne propping the door open so she could watch, her towel covered body acting as the door and catching any splatters of water.

Facing her, I boldly used her 'Fuzzy Peach' shower gel to wash myself, her eyes watching my every move and a comment here and there if she thought I'd missed anything, demanding I take extra effort on my dick. She even reached out to force back my foreskin, demanding I give it extra attention to make sure it was totally clean. I obliged and followed her every demand until she declared that I was done and to turn off the water.

She stepped back and I climbed out next to her as she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, leaning over to turn the lights on as we passed the switch. She opened her large towel to reveal her body again. I reached out to touch her, but she batted away my hand, using her towel to dry me, starting at my legs then working her way up, every now and then telling me to turn around so she could dry my back, then back again to continue with my front. I kept my hands to myself as she took charge of this ritual like drying, her demand for cleanliness something she appeared to take very seriously. Once done she laid the towel at my feet like a rug on the floor. My erection was fit to burst, and I was beginning to worry that as we progressed I wouldn't last five minutes with her before blowing my load. But I needn't have worried. She clearly was experienced with young horny guys.

"Okay Mark, here's how it's going to go. First off I want you to kneel in front of me, wank yourself until you cum into this towel, I want to see how far you can shoot that little thing. Then I'm going to lay on my bed and you are going to follow my every instruction as you eat my pussy until I have my orgasm, then lastly you are going to get a condom out of my bedside drawer and fuck me hard. Got it?"

I nodded. This young woman, six months younger than me, was telling me what she wanted and I was happy to oblige. Kneeling on the edge of the towel I began stroking myself as she stood over me, looking so hot as she rubbed her nipples and placed a hand on my shoulder. I was right about not lasting, and I was soon close, Suzanne taking my free hand and placing it on her thigh. She said something about getting my first cum out of the way so I'd be able to perform later, but I was already too far gone and grunted my release, a huge eruption flying a good three feet or more, followed by two more equally violent shots, then a couple more lesser ones, before I slowed to a snail's pace and the last of my spunk oozed out of me.

"Impressive work little Marky," she said with a smile, "clean yourself up on the edge of that towel, then throw it in that hamper," her finger pointing to a wicker basket in the corner. My heart was hammering against my ribs, a mixture of nervous energy and desperation to perform for her. Suzanne watched me, a triumphant smirk on her face, before she turned and crawled onto her bed, showing me her soft backside, her pussy peeking out from between her legs as she moved. She didn't just lie down; she arranged herself like she was posing for a painting, laying back on the multitude of pillows, her red hair fanned out, and then slowly, deliberately, spreading her legs wide open.

Her knees were bent, feet flat on the duvet, giving me an unobstructed view of her pussy. Her lips were already swollen and glistening, a stark contrast to the neat patch of red hair above them, her pussy slightly gaping with the position of her hips. She patted the mattress between her thighs. "Right, little Marky. My turn for an orgasm. Come here and fuck my pussy with your tongue."

I crawled onto the bed, my movements clumsy with anticipation. I positioned myself on my stomach, my face inches from her. The scent of her was intoxicating, clean and musky and utterly feminine. "Start slow," she commanded, her voice a low purr. "Lick me. Up and down the whole length. Don't you dare touch my clit yet."

I leaned in and flattened my tongue, drawing it slowly from the puckered skin of her arsehole all the way up to the top of her slit. She tasted incredible. I did it again and again, establishing a rhythm. I marvelled at the texture of her, the softness of her inner lips against the firmer flesh around them. Her juices smeared around my mouth, an intoxicating sensation.

"Mmm, that's it," she murmured, her hand coming to rest on the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair. "A bit more pressure now. And use the tip of your tongue to explore my entrance."

I followed her instructions perfectly, pressing harder and then circling the tip of my tongue around her tight hole before dipping it just inside. She let out a soft sigh, her hips shifting slightly. "Good, that's just right. Now, stick your tongue in. As far as you can. Fuck me with it."

I stiffened my tongue and drove it into her, as deep as it would go. I curled it, trying to touch every part of her insides, before withdrawing and thrusting in again. I set up a steady rhythm, my tongue fucking her while my nose pressed against the top of her slit.

"Oh god, yes," she breathed, her grip on my hair tightening. "Now suck my clit, but gently at first. Take it into your mouth and just suckle it." I moved my mouth up and found the hard little pearl of her clit. I closed my lips around it and began to suck, using a gentle, rhythmic pressure. Her whole body tensed. "Yes! Just like that! Use your tongue now. Flick it while you're sucking."

I did, flicking the tip of my tongue back and forth over her clit as I continued to suck. Her breathing grew ragged, her hips beginning to buck against my face. "Fingers! Put two fingers inside me! Now!"

I released her clit with a wet pop and slid my middle and index fingers into her soaking pussy. She was incredibly tight and wet. I curled them upwards, searching for that spot I'd read about. "Fuck! Yes! Right there!" she cried out. "Now, everything! Lick my clit, suck it, and fuck me with your fingers! Harder!"

I lost myself in it, a frenzy of motion. I sucked her clit hard, battering it with my tongue while my fingers pumped in and out of her, curling to hit that sensitive spot with every thrust. Her thighs clamped around my head, her whole body went rigid, and she let out a long, shuddering moan. A gush of her juices flooded my mouth and chin as her orgasm ripped through her. I kept going, drawing out her pleasure until she finally pushed my head away, gasping.

"Fuck, Mark, stop," she panted. I looked up at her, my face slick and wet with her juices. She was breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat on her skin, but her eyes were sharp and full of fire. She looked down at my glistening face and a slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. "Not bad for a first effort," she said, her voice husky. "Now, get up. There's a condom in the top drawer of my bedside table. Put it on. I want you to fuck me now."

I practically fell off the bed in my haste, wondering how she knew it was my first time eating pussy. My dick was hard again, bobbing about in front of me as I fumbled with the drawer, my hands shaking, and ripped open the foil packet. I rolled the latex down my achingly hard cock and turned back to the bed. Suzanne hadn't moved, except to lift her knees higher.

"Get on me," she ordered. "Now."

I climbed over her, supporting myself on my arms. She reached down and guided my cock to her entrance. I pushed forward, sinking into her in one smooth, deep stroke. She was so wet, so hot. I groaned at the sensation. "Fuck me, Mark," she demanded. "Hard."

I began to thrust, my hips slapping against hers, her juices squelching between us. I watched her face, seeing the raw lust there. Then she did something that made my cock throb. She grabbed the backs of her own knees and pulled them up, pulling them back towards her chest until they were almost touching her ears. The position opened her up completely, allowing me to penetrate her deeper than ever before.

"Oh my god," I grunted, my rhythm faltering for a second at the incredible new depth.

"Don't stop!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Use that cock! Pound my pussy!"

I needed no further encouragement. I let go, all my inhibitions gone. I drove into her, hard and fast, my balls slapping against her arse with every powerful thrust. The bed was creaking, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the room. I guessed I could feel another orgasm building in her, her inner muscles starting to flutter and clench around my shaft.

"Yes! Yes! Don't stop! I'm there, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her whole body convulsing beneath me. The sight of her, lost in her own pleasure, was the final straw. Her tits were wobbling wildly, hard nipples quivering. I tried to capture one in my mouth, chasing it for a few moments before clamping on and gently sucking on it, harder than I expected. She shuddered and I let go with my mouth. I kept going, realising I was close now, Suzanne clearly having just had her second orgasm. I was horny as hell and, with a loud, guttural roar, I slammed into her one last time and exploded, my cock pulsing as I filled the condom with my cum, still pumping in and out but at a greatly reduced speed until the sensations became too much for me.

We collapsed together, a sweaty, panting heap. I lay on top of her, my head buried in her neck, trying to catch my breath. After a moment, I felt her hand stroking my hair. She pushed me up so she could look me in the eye, a lazy, satisfied smile on her face.

"Good pussy fucker," she said, her voice a soft murmur. "Now, hold the base of the condom so it doesn't fall off and get off me. I need a drink." I did as instructed and she scooted to the edge of the bed and disappeared out of her room, the sound of her going downstairs the only noise in the house. I carefully removed the condom and tied a knot in it, throwing it into the bathroom bin, then washing my hands, face and cock in the sink.

Suzanne came back sipping a Diet Coke, passing a can to me. "That was your first time wasn't it Mark?" I decided to be honest and nodded. "Well you did a good job, you will make a decent fucker I'm sure." Her confident dominating tone clear, her naked body in front of me making my young cock start to stiffen again. "You are a horny little fucker aren't you," she said with smile. "But I'm sorted for now, maybe again in the morning?" But for now you better go and sleep on the sofa before my parents get home." Grabbing my handful of discarded clothes from the floor as she said it, pushing me out of her room and closing the door, hiding that magnificent body from view.

I put my underwear on just in case, then went down and lay out on their soft sofa, putting the rest of my clothes on and laying back utterly content, still hard from the memory, but actually a little sore, so didn't take the opportunity to have another wank.

Chapter 2

That first night with Suzanne was the start of a five-month crash course in sex and submission. For the entire summer after our first incredible, drunken encounter, we were inseparable. My university courses were going well, I was making decent money working in a hotel, and my social life had exploded, all because I was now the boyfriend of the most outgoing, sexually liberated girl in town. Our relationship was simple: she was the teacher, and I was her willing, eager student.