[mf] Mark&Amy Chapter 9

**Chapter 9**

Liz was having the time of her life. Of course, she always loved being with Mark. He was just amazing. But being with him at a concert for her favorite pop singer was wild. And he’d got them a spot right in front of the stage! The crowd was electric, the sons were amazing, and she had spent the last hour dancing and grinding her ass up against her favorite person in the whole world.

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To tell the truth, she sort of wished they weren’t right at the front. If they were further back where it was darker, then maybe instead of Mark’s hands being around her waist, they’d be somewhere more exciting. But there was always later on for that. Maybe tonight would even be The Night for them. Mark had been so much more confident lately, happier, and more open to sexy fun.

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She owed Amy so big for all this. Before, Mark had still been great to be with, but he’d been really shy about physical stuff. She’d put the moves on him so many times and he either seemed oblivious or got all shy and closed-off. But then his sister had talked to him about things and he said she helped him understand what he wanted out of life.

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And he wanted Liz! She was so excited. Mark was strong and handsome and funny, and she could totally see herself being with him forever. Work for a while and then maybe have some kids with him and raise them to be cool little people. Everything was coming up Liz.

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And she’d be getting the coolest sister ever! Amy was so badass and confident and she had this vibe like she knew everything about you before you even said anything so you had to say the right thing. It was a little intimidating. It was the whole Rock vibe. Classier than Punk, saner than Metal. Liz had thought about becoming a Rock girl herself, but the Pop music just made her so happy all the time.

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Of course, Amy would never define herself based just on the badass music she liked. She was above all that. She did what she wanted and took no prisoners. Liz admired the crap out of her for that. It took courage to not just not try to “fit in” but to flip a middle finger to the whole idea of “fitting in” at all. It was sorta amazing.

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Mark pulled Liz in a little tighter and her mind snapped back to the here-and-now. As in here was her boyfriend grinding with her and now his bulge was right up between her buttcheeks. Liz reached back to touch his face and started rubbing herself up and down on him, imagining what it would be like if they were alone and naked and he was behind her and just about to be completely inside of her.

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She wanted to say naughty things to him, to hear his firm voice in her ear, but the music was too loud. So she kept using her body to tell him what she wanted. Take me, claim me, bend me over the stage and fuck me forever! It was such a nice thing to imagine. Even in front of the band and the crowd, she knew she wouldn’t care if he’d take her like that. Hell, she was wearing a skirt now, maybe if she maneuvered just right she could get his zipper open without people noticing…

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Liz was just about to make a move when the song ended. The singer blew kisses to the audience and wished everybody an awesome night. She looked at Liz, saw how close she was with Mark, and gave her a little nod and a wink.

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“Omigod!” She turned around to have Mark. “Did you see that??”

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“Yeah I did.” Mark chuckled. “Looks like she noticed you.”

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“She noticed us,” Liz corrected him. “My favorite singer in the world just told us personally to have an awesome night of sexytimes!”

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Mark rolled his eyes, but she could tell he wasn’t really annoyed. “You think everyone wants us to have more sexytimes. Last week you saw a squirrel that you said was giving you ‘bedroom eyes’.”

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“That squirrel was a pervo. I swear I saw it looking in my window later.” She bounced up and kissed Mark on the lips. “C’mon, let’s get outta here.”

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Mark laughed and pulled her to his side. “Yeah, let’s go.”

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Liz was all over Mark as they burst into his dorm room. Moaning, pushing her body into his, kissing him and holding his face like a lifeline. The second she heard the door slam, she started pulling at his pants, trying to get it undone.

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“Mh… Wow, Liz, you’re- mm- you’re pretty energetic tonight!”

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“I can’t help it baby,” Liz breathed into his mouth between desperate kisses. “I need you so bad.” She grabbed his hands and shoved them up her shirt, pushing his palms against her diamond nipples, then went back to unfastening his pants, shoving a hand inside to wrap around his beautiful cock. “I know you want it too, please…”

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“Liz, you know I’m not ready,” Mark said, although his hands old a different story. A story about how much he wanted to touch and squeeze and use her tight little body. “I just don’t know if it’s too fast.”

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Liz grumbled. Mark was so stubborn about this one thing. It was ridiculous. “It doesn’t have to mean anything,” she purred, pressing into his hands and kissing his neck, stroking him in his pants. “Just give me this one thing, and we can even pretend it didn’t happen after. I just need you so much…”

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Mark shuddered in what Liz knew was intense pleasure. It made no sense for him not to want more. Not unless he was saving himself for something. Or for someone. Liz felt a little streak of jealous flare in her, and she cut off his next objection with another hungry kiss.

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“Let me convince you,” she urged him, pulling off her shirt and then his own. His pants and shorts went next with a final tug, and Liz knelt down to begin worshipping his majestic staff. She wrapped both hands around it and pushed the head into her mouth without hesitation, moaning happily around it.

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Mark’s hand went down to her head. “Fuck, Liz…”

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As soon as he touched her, Liz started bobbing her head on his cock. She’d been practicing with a toy that was close to his size, and it was time to show him what she’d learned. In and out, in and out… she relaxed her muscles and pushed harder and harder, fighting down her gag reflex until finally she felt him slide into her throat. The shocked groan of pleasure made her shiver.

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Liz held him there for a few seconds, letting her throat muscles massage him before backing off. She took a gasping breath when her mouth was free again and used one hand to keep stroking him, coating his entire length in glistening spit. Before he could say anything else, she got right back onto it, pushing deeper and harder, shoving the head of Mark’s cock into her throat over and over again.

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Reaching up, she pulled Mark’s hands to the back of her head. She wanted him to know that she was his, that she would do whatever he wanted. She’d pushed for this, but he was in control. She giggled a little, remembering all that time in Sunday school where they told her that a good wife is submissive to her husband; this was definitely not what they’d meant.

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Mark took the hint and started pulling her in a little faster. He still wasn’t rough and didn’t try to make her go deeper, but he took control. Liz lowered her own hands to the floor and looked up at him, showing off the black streaks down her cheeks from her eyes watering as well as making a straighter path from her mouth to her throat for him.

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Then Mark started thrusting. He held her head still, and instead began pumping his hips, pushing himself into her. It was harder for her to control her gag reflex, and a couple times she found herself loudly choking or coughing around him as he pushed deeper, but she kept her eyes on his and made sure he could see in her eyes that she was okay.

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Mark slowed down a little, and Liz shifted her weight onto her left hand. Her right went up her skirt and under her panties. She moaned, making her throat vibrate around Mark’s slowly thrusting cock, letting him see that she was playing with herself, that she was soaked and wanted him inside her.

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Apparently, it was too much, because Mark shuddered and shoved in harder. Liz gagged hard, but forced herself to keep still as Mark thrust again and again. She could feel him pulsing and the sudden heat of his cum spraying directly into her throat.

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It was a disappointment and a thrill at the same time. She didn’t get to fuck him, but she got to be the first girl to ever take him so deep. She blinked away more tears so she could see the beautiful look on his face, and shoved her fingers into herself to pretend he was cumming in there instead. She even managed a little orgasm before Mark finally pulled back, inch after inch of him sliding out of her.

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Liz doubled over once she was free of it, coughing and wiping her face with the back of her hand. She hadn’t even noticed what a mess she’d made; slimy spit had rolled down her chin onto her tits and the floor beneath. She wiped her hand on her skirt, then looked up at Mark again.

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“Wow, Liz,” Mark said, reaching down to et her head. “That was awesome.”

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Liz grinned. “Thanks. You wanna stick around and keep going?”

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Mark nodded. “Let’s take a little break, but yeah.”

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“Yay!” Liz bounced up to her feet. “I’m gonna use the shower, then. I’m a mess.”

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Mark chuckled. “I’ll be here.”

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Liz stripped out of her skirt and panties – both of which badly needed to be washed – and stepped into the shower. The hot water poured over her, washing away makeup, sweat, spit, and whatever else had collected on her skin. She wiped at the places where she’d dripped on herself, spending some extra time on her chest.

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The water trailed down between her legs, making her shiver. Her hands moved without thinking to pinch her nipples, and the sensation made her moan under her breath. She’d been so worked up, so badly teased… and he way Mark had looked, thrusting into her throat had been so hot…

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Her right hand slid down between her legs. Sticky, still wet. She rubbed at herself, leaning against the wall of the shower and biting her lip, thinking about Mark fucking her mouth. Those strong hands on her head, holding her still. She imagined him flashing her a wicked grin and shoving her back, descending over her and onto her, pushing her to the floor. In her mind, she felt the pressure of his great tool on her eager little pussy.

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“Oh no, Mark,” she whispered, “Not like this, you’re so strong.” She could practically feel him pinning her down, his knees pushing her legs open wider. She pushed her fingers into herself as her imaginary boyfriend forced his hips down, burying himself to the hilt inside her.

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In and out, in and out, he would pound her, using her like a doll, taking his pleasure from her body. She would protest, but they would both know it was a lie. She wanted to be his toy, his slut. She wanted him to put his cum inside her every time he felt the desire to. He would fuck her so much, so hard, he-

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Liz stopped suddenly, and the image faded away. She was hearing… what? Moans? She turned off the water and listened closer. Two voices. Mark was watching a dirty movie, waiting for her. She giggled and reached for a towel, drying herself off quickly and wrapping it around herself to keep warm before walking out to join him.

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Mark sat in just his shorts on the bed. Across from him, the TV was playing a video of a young-looking couple. They were having that slow-but-hard sex that made you think they were barely holding back from becoming rutting animals.

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Mark had one hand in his shorts, moving slowly back and forth. In the other, he was holding a black bra that Liz didn’t recognize.

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“Oh good, you’re just in time,” Mark said, smiling and setting the garment aside. “Come sit. This is just getting good.”

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On the screen, the couple froze at the sound of a door closing. “Oh shit,” the girl said, rolling away and grabbing at her discarded clothes. “Our mom’s home.”

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