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The rest of the words she’d planned to say vanished in an explosion of pleasure as the tip of Mark’s tongue found her anus.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Mark hadn’t intended to give Nikki a rim job; in fact, he hadn’t contemplated it at all. But getting to her pussy was simply too awkward, despite his overwhelming desire to plunge his tongue inside her, and his tongue, as if it had a mind of its own, had been drawn to her ass.
 

“Fuck,” Nikki gasped as his tongue slowly swirled around her anus. The muscles of her legs, which he still gripped firmly in his hands, tensed and trembled even as her sphincter muscle began to relax.
 

Following the path of least resistance, his tongue delved inside her, and he began to slowly tongue fuck her. He pushed his tongue a bit farther in with every gentle thrust, and she began to rotate her hips to match his rhythm. Even though he was in her ass, all he could smell or taste was her musk, and the scent of it was like a narcotic.

“Oh, my God, Mark,” Nikki whimpered. Balancing herself on the seat back, she reached back with both hands to spread her ass cheeks, pulling her sphincter open a bit more, letting him probe even deeper.

He began to pick up the pace, driving his tongue in and out of her. Then, leaving his left hand to hold her thigh, he brought his right hand up between her legs to massage her swollen clit with his thumb.

Nikki began to drive her hips with greater urgency, not for the benefit of his tongue, but to grind her clit harder against his thumb. He began to fan it lightly but rapidly over her clit, and in only a few seconds sent her over the edge. As Nikki let out a scream of ecstasy that was masked by the pounding rain, he plunged his tongue as deep as he could into her ass and held it there, the tip swirling around inside her.

She bucked on the seat as the orgasm took her, and a gush of fluid spurted from her pussy onto his hand and forearm as he continued to attack her clit.

“Stop,” she begged. Then, reaching back with one of her hands, she grabbed him by the hair and forcefully pull his tongue away. “Stop, goddamn you.” Trembling like a leaf, she tumbled into the back seat. Getting to her knees, she roughly took his face in her hands and kissed him so hard that her teeth drew blood from his lower lip. He never felt any pain. “Now get your fucking pants off. Now.”

Mark didn’t need to be told twice. But he was terrified that he might come while getting out of his wet clothes: he knew he was right on the edge, and had he not by chance jerked off in the shower that morning, releasing some of the proverbial pressure, he was sure he would have already exploded in his jeans. Reaching down, he undid his belt, then struggled out of his underwear and pants. He bit his lip all the while where Nikki had bled him, trying to focus his attention on anything but his throbbing cock.

In the meantime, Nikki laid back on the expansive rear seat, having shoved the various odds and ends atop the
Encyclopedia of Sex
. She held her arms out to him, her legs spread wide as he clambered over the seat to join her.

Kneeling before the altar of her glistening pussy, he paused, overcome by uncertainty. “I don’t think I’m going to last very long,” he rasped. “I’ve never done this before, except in my imagination.”

“Then do to me whatever you’d do in your mind,” she begged. She curled forward enough that one of her outstretched hands could reach his cock. He gasped as she took hold of it, pulling and guiding it to her pussy while her other hand pulled him down on top of her. “I’m yours. Take me. Take me.”

With a shuddering groan, Mark did as she asked, driving his cock into her hot, wet core as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He’d never known such an incredible sensation, and it was so intense that, closing his eyes for just a moment, he saw stars. He’d read many times that fantasies were always better than reality. He knew now that those who’d thought and said that were utterly wrong.

“Fuck me,” Nikki panted, grinding her hips against him, driving his cock deeper as her hands clawed at his sides.

And Mark did. He began to thrust his hips, just like in his dreams, hammering his cock into her. As he had expected, he didn’t last long, but he didn’t have to: Nikki came just before he did, and her pulsing vaginal muscles made his own orgasm even more intense. He screamed into the hollow of her shoulder as he rammed himself into her even harder. Semen exploded from the tip of his cock, which he slammed into her one last time, holding it deep while he filled her with his seed. Beneath him, Nikki shuddered as her orgasm swept through her body.
 

It took Mark a few moments to fully regain his senses. He’d never, ever experienced an orgasm that intense, and he wished that it hadn’t had to end.
 

“Oh my…fucking…God,” Nikki finally said. She kissed him on the ear as she held him tight. He lay atop her, but with most of his weight propped up on his forearms, which were braced on the seat on either side of her. “Oh, shit! Mark, I’m so sorry!”

He propped himself up so he could see her face. “What?”

She held one of her hands so he could see it. Her fingertips were smeared with blood. “I scratched you.”

Mark chuckled. “I never felt a thing.” He bent down and kissed her, gently, tenderly. “Maybe you can make it up to me a bit later.”

She smiled. “Count on it.” Looking out the windows at the rain that was still cascading down, she sighed. “It’s supposed to rain for hours. I love this car, but I really don’t want to spend all night in it.”

“Then let’s not.”
 

Nikki closed her eyes and sighed with a mixture of lingering pleasure and regret as he got to his knees, his now flaccid cock slipping from its home inside her. She reached down and put a hand over her pussy, pressing three fingers into her vagina, as if to stem the flow of the rivulet of their mixed cum that was flowing onto the seat under her ass. “God, that was good.”

Leaning down, Mark pulled her hand away and brought her fingers to his lips. Slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked with hers, he sucked and licked them clean.
 

“Maybe we will just stay here,” she gasped.

“No, we won’t.” He leaned down and kissed her, sharing the bounty of her pussy. Her tongue swirled and danced with his, eager to taste their love.
 

Forcing himself to break the kiss, Mark leaned over the seat and fumbled for his keys in the front pocket of his jeans. With a mischievous look at Nikki, he leaned down and pulled the tilt release for the front seat and pushed it forward, then put his hand on the door handle. “Are you ready?”

With disbelieving eyes, she asked, “For what? We’re not dressed, in case you hadn’t noticed!”

“The yard’s dark and it’s pouring cats and dogs. Nobody’s going to see us.”

She put her hand to her mouth, stifling a giggle. “You’re crazy!”

He held out his hand to her. “Are you coming or not? What’s the point of life if you can’t be a little crazy sometimes?”

“Oh, God,” she worried. “If someone sees us…”

With a quick kiss, Mark opened the door and stepped out into the rain before turning to help Nikki out. They were illuminated briefly by the car’s dome light before Mark slammed the door shut. Then, giggling and laughing like children, they ran naked, hand-in-hand, through the summer night’s rain to the sanctuary of the house.

CHAPTER EIGHT

One year later…

Nikki stood on the porch of the tiny bungalow that she and Mark now called home, looking out over the Gulf of Mexico as the sun began to set somewhere behind her. A mild breeze blew from over the water, carrying the scent of the ocean as it gently caressed her body beneath the gauzy fabric of her robe. The bungalow was on a low hill overlooking the beach, close enough that they could enjoy the sand and surf whenever they pleased, but without being too exposed to storms or, she thought with a naughty smile, prying eyes.

After she and Mark had made love that first time in her car, they had spent the entire weekend at his house. Making love, talking, moving beyond their relationship of teacher-student and getting to know one another as man and woman, as lovers. Her greatest fear had been that beyond the sex there wouldn’t be anything to sustain them, that Mark would wind up disappointing her just as had her previous boyfriends and lovers.
 

Nothing could have been further from the truth. The sex had been — and still was — amazing, yes, but in Mark she’d found a kindred spirit, a soul mate, who had only grown closer to her over time.
 

The hardest part, it turned out, was making it through the rest of the semester without giving themselves away. Not being able to kiss or touch during the day, trying to speak with and look at one another without betraying the bond between them, was torture that they quenched after school. They maintained the same routine as before, with Nikki continuing her regular office hours while Mark worked out in the gym (this time welcomed by the new gym teacher who replaced Mr. Parsons, who along with Jerry and the others were now in prison) before walking home where she met him later. The only deviation was Friday afternoon, when Nikki picked him up on the way. After a quiet dinner somewhere, she’d drive them to a secluded spot late in the afternoon where they could watch the sun set. Sometimes they just sat quietly or talked about the day, but other times they enjoyed making out in the back seat.

Once school was out, she had asked Mark to move into her apartment, and he readily agreed. That had been another test of the strength of their relationship, for she’d had two other live-in boyfriends, both of whom had been disasters. Again, Mark had not disappointed her over the course of the summer.

The second hurdle had been her introduction to Mark’s parents, who returned from Africa at the end of August. After giving them a little time to settle in, Mark had sat them down and told them everything, despite Nikki’s protestations. When he introduced her to them, she’d been more nervous than she’d ever been in her life. But, much to her surprise, they had accepted her with open arms.

And that had pretty much ended the traditional life she’d been pursuing. After much discussion with Mark and his parents, she decided to resign her teaching position, and she and Mark both found jobs with a humanitarian agency. They landed in a tiny, beautiful town in Mexico, where she taught English at the school and he was working as a construction worker to help build a new clinic.
 

She checked the clock. It was five-thirty, and he would be home any time now. The thought brought a warm tingle to her belly and a quickening of her pulse.
 

The door opened, but she forced herself not to turn around. Instead, she gripped the porch railing a bit tighter. She heard his footsteps across the floor, then gasped as his strong arms, tanned a deep golden hue from the tropical sun, wrapped around her torso, cupping her breasts.

“Waiting for someone?” he whispered as he kissed her neck.
 

“Maybe,” she answered, breathless.

He squeezed her nipples before moving his hands down her sides and letting her go. She heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper, and the heat in her already wet cunt flared. Lifting up the hem of her robe, he took a firm grip on her hips.

She sighed as she felt his hard cock slide between her thighs. With one hand she reached down, guiding the tip of his manhood between her nether lips.

“Have you been waiting for me?” he asked, rephrasing his question.

“Yes,” she breathed as he slid inside her, taking her, becoming one with her. “Oh, God, yes.”

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