Guy Number Four

He hadn't always been Guy #4. Once, his name was Mark Ivers, an attractive sophomore at Duke University with dark hair and gray eyes. A scholarship student, unlike so many of the rich kids there. He had friends. He was dating a girl named Julie. Julie Rothner.

Julie wasn't a scholarship student. Her dad owned several businesses and most of the town where she was from. Blond and sexy - she was used to getting her way.

They were opposites and it didn't take Mark long to realize that Julie was not the girl for him. It wasn't anything in particular she did to him, it was just some of the things she said like:

"You know the homeless problem would take care of itself if we just stopped feeding them. Two weeks is the longest someone can go without food. They'll either find work or starve. End of problem."

"Can we watch Glenn Beck?"

"You know what we should do? Just drop a big bomb on the middle east. Then the fanatics will be dead and we'll have the oil."

There was more. The girl was a walking cold hearted bitch. Even if she wasn't mean to him, Mark knew it would only be a matter of time. So he broke things off one night.

Julie didn't take it well.

"You can't break up with me!" she screamed and pushed him in the chest. "No one breaks up with me."

"Well, I do," Mark said.

"What for?" Julie demanded.

"Because you are mean. And ...fake."

"Well you are a needle dick little bastard," Julie said, and pushed him again. "Come one. Hit me. You fucking wimp."

"No," Mark said, backing away. Mark already knew Julie had a short fuze, but now he realized it was more than that. She was nuts.

"Hit me." Julie pursued him. "Be a man, not a little needle dick."

Her comments infuriated him. They also struck home. He was on the small end of the range compared to other guys. Still, Julie had never complained before. She was a cruel and evil little bitch and this proved it.

"Fuck you," Mark said, and stalked off. "Psycho..." he muttered under his breath as he left her apartment.

"I'll show you psycho," he heard behind him and then the door slammed. She opened it and slammed it shut three more times. He expect her to hit him from behind and prepared himself. But the blow never came. He breathed a sigh of relief. He'd avoided a very bad situation.

It was over...

Three weeks later and he'd forgotten all about it. And then one morning he noticed something different.

The smirks. The way all the other students pointed at him when they thought he wasn't looking. The laughter in peoples eyes. Something was wrong. Something big.

His cell rang.

"What's up Jake?" Mark answered, seeing it was his roommate's cell that was calling him.

"Buddy, you are fucked," Jake said. "Royally fucked."

"What's going on?" Mark said. At last he could get to the bottom of it.

"Julie," Jake said. "She's fucked you. I mean really fucked."

"What are you talking about?" Mark said. "We broke up several weeks ago."

"I'm sending you an email," Jake said. "Check it out. And Dude, you are never getting laid again." He hung up.

Mark found an unused table in the library and pulled out his laptop. He brought up his email. Shit, people were pointed at him and muttering again. Their twitter was disrupting the piece of the library. He opened Jake's email.

It was a powerpoint. My Hook-ups. It was by Julie. Shit. Fuck.

Guy #1. Steve Hernandez. She had taken pictures. Julie was explicit with every detail. She gave points for aggressiveness. She gave points for a hot body. She gave points for athletics. She gave points for the size and shape of his manhood. Stamina. Creativity. She gave details of their sex life. Apparently she met Steve outside of Shooters and he'd fucked her there in the back alley against a wall.

Steve Hernadez was rated as an 8 on the Julie Rothner scale.

Shit. Fuck.

He quickly flipped through the next slide, only taking note that it was a handsome Rugby player. Rated as a 7.

Stan Davis. Baseball. Rated as a 10.

The more he read the more dread he felt as he clicked to the next slide.

Mark Ivers. Guy #4. Rated as a 1. That wasn't so bad.

Then he read the details. Pretty face. Nice body. Then I pulled down his pants. It was all I could do not to laugh. He had a cock the size of a peanut. He tried to fuck me but couldn't even work it in. So I got on top and kind of grinded on him. It was pathetic. He lasted all of thirty seconds.

Then he saw it. Goddamn. There was his picture. He was wet. He was naked. He was...

... tiny. But it wasn't his fault. They'd been swimming and it was cold. He wasn't a big guy, but this picture made him look pathetic. He remember the day and that she had her phone out. She'd sworn she hadn't taken his picture. She'd lied.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

Jake was right. Mark was fucked.

Ruined.

The coming days provided little relief. His social life no longer existed. Worse, it went viral and was being played on the news. His friends stopped talking to him. Famous people called Mark at all hours wanting an interview. The only way he could get a date now was if he paid for it, and he didn't have the money.

Dropping out wasn't an option. He was on scholarship and in his junior year. Worse, now that the powerpoint went viral, there was no point in changing schools, it would follow him wherever he went.

One thing for sure. He was never going to date again. Not just because no one wanted to date him, he didn't think he'd ever be able to trust another girl again. At least not for a very long time.

Two weeks later...

"So how have things been going Mark?" an attractive older woman in his Finance class asked.

That was something that was still taking some getting used to. Now it seemed everyone knew his name. How did she think they were going? His life was ruined. Just this morning, Daniel Tosh called him up to ask if he was interested in doing a 'Web Redemption."

"Okay, I guess," Mark replied noncommittally.

"Don't worry, if it isn't, it will be," the woman said. "You caught a raw deal. Your main problem is that girls your age are very immature. They are all about the size and how many hookups a guy has. Well, one day their little Don Juans will leave them high and dry for a cocktail waitress at Hooters. So don't you worry, I know plenty of women my age that would love to go out with you."

"Thanks," Mark said. He couldn't help but look the woman over. He'd never paid much attention to her other than noting she was older than most of the other students in his class. Nothing out of the ordinary, there were a lot of older professionals who attended his school. He'd never paid much attention to her, but she was attractive, even if she were too old for him.

What was he thinking about? The last thing he needed to be thinking about was whether a woman was attractive. He zipped up his book bag and prepared to go. But before he could, she'd taken him by the arm.

"My name is Abbey by the way," the woman said with a smile.

"Mark..er...I guess you already know my name."

"Yes," Abbey said, pulling him in closer. She felt her loins grow hot. Mark was a A-number-one hottie, the kind of guy who would never have given her the time of day or if he did, he'd never call her again after sex. However, for once she felt like she had the upper hand. She'd been in finance long enough to know the best deals to make were when the client's stock was down. "Listen, I didn't just want to talk to you to ask about the weather or a subject that is probably the last thing you want to talk about. I was..wondering if I could take you out."

"Like a date?" Mark stammered.

"Yes, like a date," Abbey said. Her voice went flat and the smile disappeared. "Maybe I got the wrong impression. I didn't think you were one of those guys who needs date a woman ten years younger than he is so he can feel more secure in the relationship."

She let his arm go and turned slowly for effect.

"Wait," Mark said. He voice hesitating as he continued. "It isn't like that. I just...I just...I didn't think anyone would ever want to go out with me...after...you know..."

Which wasn't quite the truth. Five weeks ago, he'd never go on a date with a woman that age. She was fairly attractive and well dressed. Her butt was larger than he preferred and her hips were ...not the hips of a young college coed, but the hips of a woman. She wasn't what he considered hot. Not hot like the girls that laughed at him nowadays.

"If I didn't want to take you out," Abbey said. "I wouldn't have asked. Do you want to go out?"

"Yes," Mark stammered.

"When and where can I pick you up?" Abbey asked. "Let me get your phone number in case there is a problem."

Mark gave her his address and phone number. They agreed on 6:00. There was something very different about the interaction that he couldn't put his finger on. It was slightly off-putting but he couldn't come up with a reason why. Not even later that night when she picked him up in her car and drove him to a nice restaurant in Raleigh.

The more they talked, the more he liked her. This woman was everything that Julie wasn't. She thought Glenn Beck was a moron whose only claim to fame was stoking people's ignorance and fear. She worked for a large accounting firm, but she longed to start a non-profit. She gave money to the Foodbank. When she was in college, she had volunteered at a Habitat for Humanity home. In a word, she was awesome.

It was a huge relief to talk to someone about something other than being "that guy".

They'd finished a bottle of wine and dessert, when Abbey told the waiter, "I'll take the check please."

And that same off-putting feeling that had been nagging him when she'd asked him out came back in full force. He felt....

Unmanned. He knew he shouldn't. After all, she asked him out. But still..

He didn't like the look the waiter shot him either, but it could be that he'd been recognized.

Why was he worried. Abbey clearly made much more money than him. She'd asked him out. Besides, with the difference in their ages, the waiter probably thought this was a business dinner or something. He probably wouldn't think they were on a date.

And yet, Mark couldn't help himself. So, when the waiter handed Abbey the check, he made his move.

"Let me pay my share," Mark said, making sure the waiter heard him.

"You are my date, remember?," Abbey said, patting him patiently on the hand. "It's my treat. I insist."

Mark's cheeks burned. God, he should have kept quiet, now the waiter knew this was definitely a date. That she'd asked Mark out. That she was picking up the check.

Mark let her put her card with the check and give it to the waiter. His cheeks still felt hot but the feel of her hand on his arm felt nice.

"I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable," Abbey said. "You know there are some guys that think a woman shouldn't pick up the check or ask a guy on a date. You know the kind. Guys like your ex seemed to attract. Anyway, a lot of the guys my age are neanderthals like that. It's refreshing to find someone like you that is open-minded. You know. Modern."

Mark was open-minded. He liked to think so. Yet, he began to doubt himself. Yes, he picked up the first date. He asked girls on dates, he didn't expect to be asked out. He wasn't a neanderthal. He couldn't be.

"I don't mind." Mark said. But the truth was, he kind of did.

"Good," Abbey said, her hand traveling to his thigh and promising more. "I'm glad I wasn't wrong about you. You are the first cool date I've had in a long while."

Abbey drove Mark back to his apartment. "Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" she asked.

"Sure." Mark unlocked the door and showed her in. The place was full of cheap furniture made of laminated press board. It was the stuff college apartments were made of, but Mark was sure Abbey had much more expensive tastes.

"It isn't much..." he warned.

"I'm sure it's fine," Abbey. "I got my BS when I was younger Mark - and it wasn't from Duke. I know how it is. Just as long as your bathroom is clean. I won't even complain if you left the lid up."

"It's right this way." Mark showed her to the bathroom and put the toilet seat down for her to be gentlemanly.

Mark mind was racing. He was glad to have a moment to think. He was on a date. His date was in his apartment. He knew that when he got invited into a dates house, that usually meant...hooking up. But Mark wasn't quite ready for that step yet. Sure Abbey was most everything he wanted in a girl. However, she was older. Her body wasn't as tight and lean as he was used to. He could hear Abbey's sophisticated voice in his head..."like those other neanderthals."

Damn. He was thinking like a neanderthal. He wasn't one of those guys. He was open minded. He was modern. He voted for Obama for Christsakes.

Maybe she just wanted to use the bathroom. Maybe he was worrying about all this for no good reason.

"Do you have any wine?" Abbey asked.

Wine? Yes he had some. That meant she was planning to stay longer. That meant...Mark could hear here washing her hands. "Yes.." he replied. Shit it was too late now. She was staying.

"Can you fix me a glass?"

Mark went to the kitchen, took two glasses down, and opened the refrigerator. "It's...boxed wine." he warned.

"I don't mine," Abbey said.

Mark poured filled the glasses and took one to Abbey.

She took hers and downed it in one swallow. She turned to face Mark, her hand guiding gently on the back of his neck, pulling him in tight for a very powerful kiss.

The woman could kiss. Mark gave her that. He kissed her back. This was nice. She smelled great. She ground her pelvis against his. Damn she moved fast. He palmed her ass through her skirt, causing her to give a soft growl. Not to be outdone, Abbey grabbed his cock through his pants and jacked him up and down. Shit, she was going to take him over the edge right then and there.

"Wait," Mark said, taking hold of her hand.

"What's wrong?" Abbey asked innocently, but she knew quite well what the problem was.

Mark couldn't tell her that he was about to come in his pants. So instead he stammered out a series of excuses. "I..this is so sudden. I'm coming off a bad breakup. You know..I just don't know...if I'm ready..."

It sounded good. It sounded an awful lot like something a few girls had told him back in high school, so he was sure Abbey would understand.

"I understand," Abbey smiled, licking her lips. Her cheeks glowing a warm pink. "I want you to be totally ready. So you just take your time. We'll wait as long as it takes."

"Thanks," Mark said with obvious relief.

Abbey continued kissing him, touching him, and rubbing against him. It was a blur, but somehow he found himself on his knees in front of her. One of her hands pushing down on his shoulder, the other was busy hitching up her skirt and removing a pair of black lace panties.

"Ahh..I'm not..." Mark managed. "I don't have any condoms.." It was a lie, but the best he could think of on such short notice.

"Baby, stop worrying," Abbey said. "I already said we can wait as long as you want. Hell, you've got me so turned on I've even soaked my panties and I can feel it leaking down my legs. You're a cool guy, you know how this works."

And Abbey was drenched. She felt a bit of sympathy for Mark. She'd been there on her knees in that very same situation before, with some jerk's hard cock poking her in the face. She was the one who wasn't ready for sex...and he'd used it to his advantage.

Now it was her turn.

"I ..I.." Mark stammered. He was a cool guy. But he wasn't sure how this worked. Shit, now her panties were down at her feet. She had a full dark bush, much different than the closely trimmed girls he'd been dating. It was matted and wet, her excitement was obvious.

"Don't worry, we'll wait as long as you like," Abbey said. "But you've got me all worked up. You can't just leave me like this."

Mark had used almost that same phrase back in high school. It was coming back to haunt him now. But the gist was true. It wasn't fair for Jenny to tease him all up and leave him with aching balls. He needed release. So, they'd come up with a compromise. She'd used her hand on him.

Was this any different? Not really. Not when you thought about it.

Mark began to lick.

There was one big difference that Mark came to learn. Mark and Jenny had been virgins, and Mark lasted less than a minute. Abbey clearly wasn't. She knew what she wanted. And Mark obviously had more to learn about sex than he reckoned.

"Up and down Mark," Abbey explained patiently. "Don't just go for my clit. You have to make love to all of me. Lick me from the bottom. Lower. Perfect."

It was perfect for Abbey, but it hurt Mark's neck. But he was cool. He was lucky to have an older woman to show him the ropes like this. When he got a chance to show his new moves to a younger girl, he would be sure to rock her world.

"Now slide it to the top. But not so hard. Keep your tongue nice and soft. Up and down. Perfect. Now tease it inside me."

This was even more uncomfortable. Maybe he wouldn't have to show ALL these moves to a younger girl, he could pick and choose. He did like the feel of Abbey's fingers running through his hair. And he loved the way she purred and gasped how awesome he was. However, he didn't like how his neck, knees, tongue and lips ached. Nor, did he like how Abbey would sometimes tell him, "Don't you know anything? Sorry, I don't mean to get impatient. It's okay.. Don't worry Sweetie I'll teach you."

He also like the way she grunted and moaned. He'd never been with a woman so sure of her sexuality before, though his tongue and lips were growing tired of the exertion.

Abbey pushed Mark down to the kitchen floor. He was expecting her to undo his pants and ride him. He had already determined that he would let her. He was ready and maybe this would help him forget Julie.

But that isn't what happened. Instead, Abbey..scooted up and mounted his head...trapping his arms beneath her legs.

"Oh fuck..fuck...fuck!" These weren't low grunts or moans she was making. These were outright cries of passion. Shhhh...Mark wanted to say, but he was in no position to say anything even if he wanted. She rode his face. His mouth. He licked as best as he was able.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! Suck it baby! Suck my cunt! Suck it! Oh Jesus! I'm coming! Faster! Oh fuck! Right there!" Abbey reared back, her hips pumping, her large breasts heaving, thick thighs riding Mark's face for all she was worth. Her orgasm slammed home with incredible intensity.

The fingers no longer ran lovingly through Mark's curly dark hair, now they gripped him so painfully tight, he felt like they would pull great chunks of it out. He licked. No longer teasing. His tongue sped up and down Abbey's clit. His ears rang from lack of oxygen.

Finally..finally it was over.

Abbey kissed him and began to straighten her clothes. When Abbey first set out to seduce Mark, she'd wanted a bit of fair play for all the shit guys had put her through over the years. What she hadn't expected was...how good it felt. How goddamn unbelievable it felt. It was the best sex she'd ever had. She was determined to have more, but first she needed to play this just right.

"You're the best babe," she said. "Wish I could stay, but I have to go to work tomorrow."

"No problem," Mark said. "I..had a nice time."

"Nice? Oh baby, I had a great time," Abbey said, kissing him deeply one last time before leaving. "You were the best."

"Thanks," Mark mumbled with a blush.

After Abbey's Lexus pulled away, Mark immediately went to his bedroom and locked the door. God, he was pent up. He took out a tissue and didn't even bother to use lotion. He glanced in the mirror. God, he looked a mess. Lipstick and sex juice covered his face. His hair was in disarray.

He jacked quickly. His hand a blur. Oh God. Oh God. It wasn't long. Twenty seconds at the most and he began to spew. He sighed and felt suddenly very weak.

He'd never been on a date like that before. He felt...a little dirty. Like a guilty sort of feeling. She was so mature. So worldly. It made him feel ...somehow less than himself. He liked her an awful lot though. He should probably stay with girls his own age, because this one, even though she seemed to be everything he was looking for, left him feeling like he had to constantly prove himself.

Mark suddenly realized he didn't have her number. He didn't need her number, he didn't want to see her again. She was too old for him. Wasn't she?

Besides, he wasn't seeing anyone right now. He was too hurt from what Julie had done to him.

++++++++++

By the second day he'd changed his mind. He wanted to see her again. Every time his phone rang, his heart raced. It wasn't her. A reporter. A wrong number. Two friends he hadn't heard from in more than 2 years suddenly wanted to catch up. Mark knew what they wanted, some juicy tidbits of how it felt to have his life ripped apart by a vengeful girl.

Day three, Mark wondered if there was a way to get Abbey's number. It wasn't in the book. He found her on Facebook though. Would it be weird to ask to be her friend? Yes. He was sure it would. Why didn't she call? Would it be weird if he saw her in class and she didn't say anything about their date? It would most definitely be weird. It was Saturday. A perfect date night. There was nothing on TV. Shit he was bored.

It was after ten. There was no way Abbey was going to call now. He felt suddenly very depressed.

His phone chimed. His heart began to race. "Hello?"

"Hi Mark, it's me. Abbey." replied the sultry voice on his phone.

"Hi," Mark's voice squeaked. He gave a cough. "Hi, sorry, I had to find my phone." There that sounded better.

"Is it too late?" Abbey asked.

"No"

"Sorry I didn't call earlier, but it has been really hectic at work."

"It's okay," Mark said. "I've been really busy too." He didn't want to sound desperate.

"I've missed you," Abbey purred.

"I-I missed you too," Mark stammered.

"Hang up your phone," Abbey said. "I'm going to send you something special."

Mark hung up. His phone buzzed. Picture mail. He felt a tingle down in his loins as he opened it. Shit. Wow. It was a tightly framed shot. Abbey's thighs were spread. She was wearing a pair of stockings with lace up top. No panties. Her short skirt was hitched up. A pair of perfectly manicured fingers held apart the pink petals of her sex. She was obviously wet.

His phone rang again.

"Hi..." Mark squeaked, this time not realizing it.

"Did you get it?"

"Yes." Mark felt as if he was out of breath.

"I was in such a rush to get to work that I forgot my panties," Abbey said. "And then I thought of you and ever since, I've been in a real state. Hang up again. This time I want you to send me a picture of what you are going to do about it."

She hung up on him before he could reply. He didn't dare send her a picture of his cock. He couldn't. Not after what he'd been through with Julie. It'd be guy number four all over again. Shit, but she was waiting. And clearly ready for action. His mind raced to catch up with the hammering of his heart.

I can't believe I'm doing this, he thought, as he snapped a picture and clicked send. Shit. Was it too late to get it back? He was so fucking stupid. She was probably going to think he was some kind of...

"I got your little picture," Abbey purred when he answered again.

Mark's cheeks grew hot. He began to sweat. Why had he sent such a picture? What would she think of him? Why couldn't he have sent nothing or taken a picture of his cock. He would have been embarrassed, but he felt even more embarrassed after sending her that picture of him with his tongue licking his lips.

"I'm gonna make that sweet mouth of yours work overtime baby," Abbey breathed. "Are you home now?"

"Yes," Mark said.

"I'll be right over."

The phone went dead. Shit. After what he sent, she was going to expect a repeat performance. It wasn't as much fun as having sex with a girl. But it was better than staying in his room watching TV, wasn't it? Mark quickly dressed, brushed his teeth, and combed his hair.

The doorbell rang.

Mark opened it and was immediately accosted. Abbey kissed him. Ground against him.

"I'm taking you up on your offer," she moaned, pushing him down toward her sex. "Lick my pussy baby."

Mark was mortified. "Let's get inside." God, what if someone saw?

Mark shut the door and looked back. Abbey was taking off her clothes right there in the living room.

"Not here," Mark said. "My roommate could come home. Let's go to my room."

"Come on baby," Abbey purred. "Give me a little taste, and then I'll go anywhere you want me to go."

To be honest, it felt good to be in such demand. Though was also a little embarrassing to be going to his knees and kissing ...licking a girl's pussy just like that. Just the thought of his roommate coming in and catching him in such a state made him extremely anxious.

Abbey gave a low moan. "Oh baby, you don't know how I've been craving this. And then your picture just set my blood to boil. When I saw you there with your tongue sticking out so seductively, I knew just what you wanted to do to me."

"We really need to go to my room." Mark said. "I have no idea when Jake is coming back."

"Okay," Abbey said. "But give me one more taste. A real one this time. From the bottom to the top and all the way around. You know how I like it."

Mark did. Up and down. Up and down. A little tease at the top. Then back down to work his tongue at the opening of her sex. Her hair tickled his nose. She smelled heavily of musk.

"Oh that's the stuff," Then Abbey abruptly pushed him away and picked up her clothes as she walked toward the staircase. "Is your room the one on the left or the one on the right?"

"The right."

Mark's hard cock made it uncomfortable to stand. He followed behind, watching Abbey's lush ass swish from side to side up every step. He'd give her that, the woman was sure in her sexuality. Mark longed for that kind of confidence.

She stopped midway up the staircase and turned back.

"It sure is a long way up these steps. I think I need another taste before I can make it all the way up them."

"Seriously, my roommate could come home at any moment." Mark urged.

"Just a little taste..." With one foot two steps above the other, Abbey arched her back and leaned forward. She didn't seem to be in any hurry. "Pretty please..."

Mark looked back nervously at the door. Then back up at Abbey who seemed in no hurry and had no concern about embarrassment if Mark's roommate came home early.

Taking one of the older woman's lush pale moon's in each hand, Mark tilted his head back and licked the wet lips of her sex. He'd never licked a girl from behind like this. It was a different experience. He'd never been so up close and personal to a girl's bottom. Her hole was like a small crater, with a dash of curly hair around it. He got closer still when she reached back and took hold of the back of his head and pulled him in tight to her sex.

"Lick me. Just like that," Abbey purred.

Mark danced his tongue over her clit. His nose was pressed into her ass now, so he held his breath while he continued to lick. His dick was hard and throbbing in his pants. He'd never been with a woman quite so forward as this.

"We better go to your room right now before I take you right here and now," Abbey said as she led the way to Mark's room, stripping off the rest of her clothes and tossing them to the floor, while Mark followed,picking them up behind. When she reached his room, she was clad only in black stockings and heels. She didn't turn around. Instead she bent at the waist, supported by her hands on Mark's bed.

"Do it like you did on the stairs," Abbey said. "Oh baby, that made my pussy drip with excitement."

This time, Mark didn't have the luxury of standing a few paces behind Abbey on the stairs. There was only one way he would be able to lick her from this angle. He got down on his knees. He blew his hot breath on the wet pink petals of the older woman's sex. He touched her with his lips. Then his tongue.

He was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from his new lover. Emboldened, he licked earnestly. Showing her he'd learned his lessons from the first time they made love.

"God baby," Abbey purred her encouragement. "You are amazing."

The love making started languidly, just like before. However, around twenty five minutes in, it was as if a switch was thrown, transforming Abbey from a sophisticated older business woman, to a sexual dynamo.

Abbey reaching back, grabbing poor Mark by the back of the head and grinding onto his face and tongue. Hips humping. Thighs flexing. Forcing his nose into her asshole. No longer accepting the pleasure that Mark offered, but taking it however she pleased. And then finally, pushing him down on his back on the carpet and mounted his face, riding it reverse cowgirl style.

"Fuck...fuck...lick me...suck me...drink my cum..." Abbey moaned, ejaculating each word as she bucked up and down on Mark's drenched face. "Keep going. Don't stop. Flick it. Flick my clit. More. Fuck yeah..."

And Mark had good reason to continue. Abbey was leaning forward and supporting her weight on her hands, which were conveniently between Mark's legs. A pump of his hips and he could get just enough friction.

"Mmmmppphh....Mmmmphhhh..." Mark grunted. Fuck. He came. His cock pulsing with every ejaculation.

Shit. He hadn't wanted to come like this. He was mortified. But Abbey didn't even seem to notice. She lay on her back, her legs spread wide, basking in the after effects of her orgasm.

"Kiss me," she purred.

Mark obliged. Kisses her full lips, their tongues dancing. Her neck. Her full breasts. Flicking his tongue over her nipples until the returned to hardness.

"God baby," Abbey moaned breathlessly, her hand groping for Mark's cock. "I want to fuck you something awful."

However, Mark couldn't afford for her hand to go down there. If she did, she would discover he'd ejaculated already -prematurely. He hadn't even had a chance to take it out.

Mark moved lower, his kisses trailing down to her stomach, in his effort to escape her questing hands.

"Oh baby, if you insist." Abbey pushed him down to her crotch again. Assuming his affection was wanting to pleasure her orally again. She couldn't have been more wrong. Mark was tired. His tongue and lips ached. And the musk of her sex was so strong it was almost sharp. He couldn't very well say he didn't want to, not when she was already purring again.

"You are just showing off now," Abbey moaned, her fingers running through Mark's hair. "I've never me a man so eager to go down on a woman."

This time Abbey didn't mount Mark. She lay on her back and let him pleasure her. That is..until her orgasm struck.

"Oh..Oh..Oh..fuck..suck it...suck it..flick it..flick it..." she shrieked, ass rising off the bed, pulling Mark in tight with two handfuls of hair.

Mark did as she bid, forming a vacuum with his mouth, causing her clit to stand up hard and firm, then flicking his tongue gently over it again and again. She came as violently as her shrieks of pleasure, her body spasming, and several great gushes of girl cream shot out with her orgasm. Mark had never witnessed so wet an orgasm and did his best not to choke.

"Oh baby, that was the best ever," Abbey kissed him after it was over. Getting up on shaking legs, she began to dress.

"I've never had a man to make me come like that before," Abbey purred. "Not ever."

"Thanks. Look, I'll be right back," Mark said, ducking out of the room, and into the bathroom to clean up the mess he'd made of his underwear before Abbey noticed.

"Where are you going?" Abbey inquired.

"To the bathroom," Mark lied. "I...ah..need to pee."

When he rejoined Abbey she was already dressed. They chatted for a few more minutes and then went down stairs.

Shit. His roommate was home. Not just home, the bastard was downstairs with the TV turned on, with no volume. A beer in his hand and a shit eating grin adorned his face.

"I thought after having your privates plastered all over the internet, your days of dating were done. But I see that not only have you found a girl," Jake said. "You captured a sexy cougar."

Mark groaned inside. What a dick.

"We are just friends," Mark said.

"So what was all that commotion about then?" Jake asked. "It couldn't have been sex, I mean come on, I've seen what you have to work with buddy."

Mark was mortified. Abbey was sure to dump him after Jake's cruel comments.

Abbey's eyes hardened. "I have you know that Mark was able to not only give me one tremendous orgasm tonight, but gave me another that not only curled my toes, but as left me so trembling and weak, I can barely walk without being carried. And I don't like your tone. I find it disrespectful of not only myself, but Mark as well. I have seen the pictures on the internet and I don't care about some photoshopped jealous girlfriend nonsense. And one day when you get more mature...IF you get more mature, you will learn that a cock is probably the least effective way to give a woman pleasure."

"Kitty scratches," Jake giggled. "I think like you."

"It isn't mutual," Abbey said, stepping out the door.

"Don't worry, I'll grow on you," Jake said, before the door closed.

"I don't think so," Abbey said, as she strode off to her SUV.

++++++++++++

In the coming weeks, Mark didn't know how it happened, but it just sort of developed into a routine. He was- in a way being used by Abbey. But in another way, he wasn't.

She was a great woman. She cared about the things he cared about. Most times she paid his way. She bought him gifts. She complimented him.

However, she seemed to expect him to sexually service her anytime she wanted. And that servicing was always oral. He pleasured her in bed. On the floor of the living room, while she sat on the couch. In the restroom at school. Underneath the desk in her office. In her SUV. Those last two being very uncomfortable for Mark.

It wasn't that Mark didn't want to make love to Abbey the way a man makes love to a woman. It was just that there never seemed a good way to brooch the subject.

He tried to take the initiative. Like tonight for instance. She sat across from him at a small table in her kitchen, eating take out Chinese with a pair of chopsticks.

"Abbey, I've been dying to make love to you," Mark told her.

"Oh baby, I've been dying for you to make love to me too," Abbey replied, making Mark's heart leap with joy and his cock tingle in anticipation. She downed the rest of her wine and took him by the hand, leading him to her bedroom.

"Help me with my clothes," Abbey said.

This was a new ritual that had developed over time and Mark was perfectly happy with the arrangement. Pressed up against her from behind, he started with the buttons of her blouse, breathing in her ear, and catching her lobe between his teeth, just as she liked.

"Mmmmmm...babe, I'm so wet," Abbey purred. "I can't wait to feel you."

Mark undid a few more buttons. He kissed and nibbled his way down her neck.

"Do you want me too?" Abbey asked. "Let me feel how much you want it."

Mark pressed his hard cock against her ass, sliding up and down in between her lush cheeks.

"Oh baby that feels good," Abbey said. "Do you want some of this ass?"

"Yeah baby," Mark moaned. It felt a little embarrassing talking dirty like this, but he played along, hoping to heighten the mood. "I want it. I want that ass."

He undid her bra. It was a little more difficult now that she was pressing against him, working her ass against his hardness. He finally had it undone. He cupped her breasts from behind and thumbed her nipples to hardness.

Abbey moaned. "Fuck yeah. You want it? How much do you want some of this ass?"

"I want it more than anything..." Mark gasped. He fumbled with the button on her skirt. Shit where was the goddamn thing. Why wouldn't she hold still? It was so small and the zipper was even smaller. Shit...she had back him up against the wall and she wasn't just grinding her hips up and down anymore, she was pushing back against him.

Fucking him.

"Easy..." Mark breathed, trying to turn his hips away. He was quickly becoming over stimulated.

"Hurry up," Abbey said, never stopping the motion of her ass. Working him with it. Smiling, her loins full and hot. His look of distress only serving to heighten her pleasure. God, she had him all wrapped up like a spider did a fly.

God...

Mark fumbled with her skirt. He finally had it undone. He pushed it down her hips, taking her panties down at the same time. Her sexy full ass pushing against him. Pounding into his cock the whole time.

God, she was getting to him.He hurried as quickly as he could. She stepped out of her tight skirt, pushing back and hard against him in the process.

Abbey bit her lower lip as she looked back at her young lover. Such a handsome boy. Yet so naive. She gave him one long hard stroke with her ass and suppressed a giggle while he tried to fend her off. God, she was so mean.

"Wait..." Mark begged, but it was far too late. Heat flooded his loins. His cock began to pump, straining against his underpants. Soaking them.

Oh No. Shit. Not again! His hips bucked of their own volition. Betraying him. This wasn't the way he planned to make love to her. No, this was surely an embarrassment. He couldn't even stand. His knees grew weak and he went down, kissing his way down, tasting the salt of a trail of sweat that led down her spine. "Oh...God.." he groaned.

He lovingly kissed the cheeks of her bottom. No, this wasn't like he'd planned. But he could give her the usual, and pray she wouldn't mind. Maybe after he would be ready for action again and they could make love properly.

"God, you are kinky," Abbey moaned, pushing her hips back in response. She did her best to feign surprise, but it sounded so fake to her, she cringed at the thought that Mark would catch on her her. One of the assholes she'd dated had taken her in the rear once. She didn't enjoy it. She planned to enjoy this, and have a bit of fair-play in the process. "When you told me you wanted my ass...I assumed. Well I assumed you wanted to do something very neanderthal-like. I went along because you've been so good to me up till now baby. But ..goddamn you are full of surprises aren't you? I've never had a guy want to go down on me like ...this. Ever."

"Not that I'm against the idea." Abbey pulled the lush cheeks of her bottom apart, baring her tight crater, and moving her hips back.

Oh. Fuck. What had he got himself into?

This was definitely not what Mark had planned. He'd planned on the usual, but this was anything but. Perhaps he'd led her on. He'd said he'd wanted her ass, but now that he was spent...if he said no, then she'd know the truth. She'd know he'd been thinking Neanderthal like thoughts. She'd know he'd cum from just a bit of foreplay. That he was a bad lover, just like Julie made sure everyone in the whole world knew.

Why had he told her he wanted her ass? Why couldn't he have said he wanted her sweet pussy? He'd been greedy. He'd wanted her ass. He'd always dreamed of taking a girl there, but he'd never had a girl that was willing.

Till now.

And now this one was willing. He could have had her, but he'd come prematurely. If only he'd been able to hold out. God, Maybe Julie was right. Maybe he was too quick on the draw.

What could he do to get out of this fix? He wasn't sure, so he tried to buy some time.

Mark kissed Abbey's bottom. Not yet daring to kiss her where she wanted. He was well aware of where she wanted him to kiss. Slowly but surely she zero'd in on his tongue, bringing it closer and closer to her tight crater. For his part, Mark did his best to resist. Hoping maybe that if Abbey was turned on enough, she let her lick her pussy to orgasm.

"Are you teasing me baby?" Abbey crooned. "You little devil. You want to make me work for it? Oh baby, I'll work for it all right. I'll work for it baby - I'll give it to you."

Abbey reached behind her and took hold of Mark's hair and shifted her weight back, so that his head rested against the wall behind him. With her cheeks on either side of his chin, there was no where left to go.

He had no choice but to kiss her tight pucker. It wasn't so bad as he'd imagined. The odor wasn't the same as her sex, but it wasn't objectionable either.

"Lick me baby," Abbey demanded.

Surely she didn't expect?

"Lick my ass."

Mark's tongue darted out and touched her bottom hole ever so slightly.

"Mmmmmm.." Abbey purred in excitement. "Oh baby, that's the spot."

Mark had heard of guys bragging of taking a girl's ass before, but he'd never heard of one who dared lick a girl there. But then again, most guys had never had their embarrassing naked pictures put on the internet before. Most guys would never tell a girl he wanted her ass, then come before he had a chance to fuck her either.

Abbey moaned as she felt the gentle touch of Mark's nimble tongue. "Mmmmm...that's it baby. More..."

Mark had an idea. His tongue grew more daring, probing all around Abbey's tight hole, but not quite into like before. He tilted his head back and attempted to work his way to Abbey's sex.

"No baby," Abbey said, taking him by the hair of his head and pushing him back to her ass once more. "You don't want to give me a UTI do you? You keep busy back there and I'll take care of things up here."

Abbey reached down, her fingers dancing over her clit. Fuck that felt good. lightning danced through her loins. She'd wanted a bit of fair play to make up for an earlier bad experience from a jerk. She hadn't reckoned on enjoying the sensation quite so much. God, his tongue in her rear was making her sex drip like a honey pot.

Damn. Mark had thought he could get Abbey to come around to the usual way they made love. However, he hadn't thought of the whole UTI business. He settled in for the task at hand. He was going to have to finish what he started.

So he licked. Reaching around and up so that he could massage Abbey's breasts. It wasn't very comfortable. It wasn't very becoming.

"That's it babe," Abbey purred. "Lick my ass. Fuck...I've never had...fuck..a tongue in my ass before. Then again, I've never had a lover..quite like you. Oh shit. Get it in there. I'm close baby. Squeeze my tits. Push your tongue ...harder. Push it in my dirty ass. Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck..."

Her orgasm struck. Robbing her of strength until she was on all fours, finger buried in her hot sex, Mark's tongue buried in her tight ass. It was heaven.

"Oh baby, you are the best," Abbey said, once her orgasm faded, giving her lover a passionate kiss. "On a scale from one to ten, I give you a fifteen."

Poor Mark didn't feel like the best. He prayed his jeans hid the fact that he'd come in his pants.

"No, you're the best," Mark said and make an excuse to keep her from discovering that he'd suffered premature ejaculation. "Listen, I've got to get home and study. Is that okay?"

"Sure babe," Abbey said. "Just wait a few minutes until I can stand again, and I'll take you home."

Mark was glad for the few minutes. It gave him time to go the the bathroom and clean up the mess in his undershorts.

On the way home, Mark began to have second thoughts about this relationship. Abbey was great, there was no denying it. However, he was forced to admit, she was probably more woman than he could handle. Maybe he didn't need someone so smart and successful. Maybe he needed a girl that was more simple. Less sexual. At least less experienced.

When they stopped at Mark's apartment, Abbey put a hand on Mark's thigh. He prayed his crotch had dried enough that she couldn't tell he'd cum in his pants.

"Before you go in," Abbey said. "I wanted to tell you just how much I like you. I wanted to tell you that you aren't like all those other jerks out there. Most guys find women like me intimidating, but you make me feel special. So I was wondering if you'd ... well...like to be exclusive?"

"I..I.." Mark felt guilty. He'd been thinking that maybe he'd like to go out with someone else. But hearing her like this, how could he think such a thing? This was a terrific woman. The kind he'd regret letting get away. For what reason? Because he was intimidated? That wasn't a good reason. Women were equal to men and he was the sort of person who respected everyone regardless of gender or race. "I'd like that very much."

Besides. Mark was certain he'd be getting into Abbey's pants very soon. The way a man should this time.

+++++++++++

Soon turned out to be longer than Mark expected. The very next date Abbey brought him a surprise.

"Guess what I found online?"Abbey said, taking her cell phone from her purse.

"What?" Mark dreaded her response. He'd almost stopped looking at the internet due to some of the embarrassing captions people had taken to putting on the naked picture Julie had taken of him.

"Some embarrassing pictures of your ex," Abbey said, pushing the screen and turning the phone around. She kept her expression innocent of the thoughts that filled her mind.

Mark looked at the screen. It was Julie all right. Naked and on her knees. Her hand wrapped around a very large cock. Not just large. It was enormous as far as Mark was concerned. So thick, she couldn't even close her hand around it. So long, it stood proudly from her fist, whereas Mark's less than average length would have left his nearly hidden.

"Let's see how the little bitch likes it now that the shoe is on the other foot," Abbey said.

For a moment Mark felt the satisfaction that seeing karma come full circle could bring. However, the picture he saw didn't bring him the sense of satisfaction he sought.

"But he certainly is well endowed, isn't he?" Abbey whispered.

God yes. Karma wasn't coming quite full circle. There was a note of something different in Abey's voice. Mark felt a twinge of jealousy.

"I guess..." Mark offered.

"If you are into that sort of thing," Abbey said quickly. Almost too quickly. "Which I'm not. Well...I must admit, it does turn me on, but only because he is well groomed."

"Well groomed?" Mark's cheeks were already hot. But he had to know what it was about this jerk that Abbey found attractive, especially considering the way she went on about most guys being neanderthals and surely this guy was king of the neanderthals given the size of his cock.

"It's embarrassing to admit," Abbey said. "But I find guys that shave...guys that are smooth....you know...God, I can't believe I'm telling you this. I love a guy that shaves ...everything....everything except for the hair on top of his head. It's a huge turn on. God, I'm already wet from just thinking about it."

Abbey was smiling inside, but she kept it hidden from her face. She'd given a few pictures to one of her friends. The whole scene was Photoshopped with the purpose of getting Mark to do exactly what she wanted. Another of the jerks she'd dated before wanted her to shave....down there. She'd done it. God how it itched. He seemed to appreciate it, but then broke up with her the very next week - the goddamn neanderthal. Now it was high time those table were turned.

"It also makes a man's cock look bigger when he doesn't have all that hair in the way. I bet that guys cock is only average. It just looks bigger without all that hair in the way" Abbey continued, pulling Mark close, her hand rubbing against the crotch of his pants. "Speaking of which, I haven't even seen hide nor hair of a certain someone's cock, other than a poorly photo-shopped picture courtesy of your ex. Maybe you are already well groomed and I just don't know about it. Maybe I should take a look now and find out."

Mark's cheeks burned hot. The photo showed him at his worst, but it wasn't photo-shopped. And that guy's cock had been huge. It looked like it was nearly 10 inches long. There was no way he could let Abbey see him so soon after seeing that guys cock. "Soon.." he stammered, but first he had some new developments to think about.

"Don't make me wait too long," Abbey warned as she slipped her panties out from under her business skirt. "The longer you make me wait, the more you will have to live up to. I sure hope you are saving it up, if you know what I mean, because you have a lot to live up to."

"Don't worry," Mark lied. "I've been saving it all up for you." But inside he felt a twinge of fear. He'd been putting her off for several weeks, and now she obviously expecting one helluva lovemaking session. Shit, and Mark was having a hard enough time with self control and his size, and now he had this to worry about. "Ahh..besides..you know what they say...good things comes to those who wait."

Mark went down to his knees, while Abbey hitched her leg over his back and gave a soft moan. Well, at least he could always fall back on this.

++++++++++++

It was another week and a half before Mark finally found the nerve to make his move. Even then he wasn't able to come right out and say it. Between his own anxieties and Abbey's comments regarding how men behaved, Mark felt he'd be a neanderthal if he came right out and said what he wanted. Instead, he found a way to ask without asking.

They were having dinner at a Mediterranean restaurant. They were drinking wine and waiting for the appetizers. Mark finished up two glasses in quick succession to calm his nerves.

"I've got a surprise for you tonight." Mark said nervously. His heart hammered in his chest and he could feel a drip of cold sweat roll down his side.

"Does it involve your tongue in my sweet pussy?" Abbey breathed the words in a husky voice.

Mark blushed a bright red and shook his head.

"Does it involve your tongue and my sexy ass?" Abbey said, running her tongue over her full red lips.

Mark blushed even more and shook his head.

Abbey smiled wider. "Does it involve what is between your legs?"

Mark nodded. The cold prickle of sweat blossomed on his forehead.

"Does it involve this?" Abbey said, her foot sliding up his leg, until it rested on his swelling crotch.

"Yes," Mark squeaked, his voice cracking under pressure.

"Did you do something to it?" Abbey said. "Or is it something you plan on doing with it?"

"Both," Mark managed. God, she had no shame. Her foot was moving up and down the length of his hard cock, right there in the middle of the restaurant.

"You shaved," Abbey said. "And you plan to fuck me. You plan to fuck my tight hot pussy with your big fat dick."

Mark could no longer talk, he could only nod. He shaved. Everything. And God it itched. Worse, it made him so he couldn't think about anything but sex.

Abbey's smile turned into a crocodile's grin as she quickly exited her booth and moved next to Mark.

"Let me see it." Abbey said. "Just a little preview."

"No, " Mark said, catching hold of her hand, his face blossoming a bright red. "There's too many people."

"No one can see," Abbey said. "Besides you are the one that's drawing attention."

But he was only drawing attention because he was fending her off. God, and the waitress was coming over. Shit. He let go of Abbey's hand and trusted she would cease her groping.

"More wine?" the waitress asked.

"Please," Abbey said, deftly unfastening Mark's pants, and taking hold of his zipper. "What do you recommend?" She bought time, knowing full well Mark wasn't in a position to fend her off while the waitress was there.

"We have a very nice Chianti," the waitress said.

"That would be great."

"God, you are crazy," Mark said, trying to get control of his pants again. "Stop that."

"You say stop," Abbey giggled. "But your cock says yes."

God, he felt helpless. Abbey had him unbuttoned and unzipped. Moreover, her hand had a firm grip on his cock and refused to let go.

"Please," Mark begged. "You are going to get us caught."

"Don't be a baby," Abbey said. "No one can see under the napkin."

Mark looked back down. She was right. The napkin hid what was happening down below. But God what was she doing down there? She was buttoning his pants again, but he was still out there, balls and cock both.

"Trust me..." Abbey said, pulling out her cell phone and moving the napkin.

"Wait..no!" Mark quickly hid his manhood behind the napkin once more. Did she do what he thought she did?

"Mark," Abbey voice took a lecturing tone. "I feel like even though we are dating exclusively, your ex is here with us at every turn. How many weeks has it been and I haven't even seen you naked? And how many times have you seen my body? You even have a naked picture of me."

"A lot - but.." Mark stammered. He'd seen her and she'd even sent him naughty pics, but she didn't know how it felt to be nearly humiliated beyond belief by someone he trusted.

"Now I have a naked picture of you," Abbey said. "So what? Don't you trust me?"

"Yes.." Mark admitted. Yet, deep inside he wasn't so sure. He was sure of one thing - no he had to trust her.

"Good, now we can take begin to take our relationship to the next level." Abbey put a twenty on the table for an advance tip. "

Mark wasn't so sure he wanted to.

"Don't worry," Abbey said. "This will keep the waitress from getting interested."

Yet, that wasn't the case at all. Instead of keeping the waitress from being interested, it made getting rid of her nearly impossible. She was constantly coming around, refilling wine glasses, clearing the table, and asking if everything was okay.

The waitresses near constant presence made it impossible from Mark to extricate himself without making a scene. Abbey's hand rested on top of the napkin, his cock securely in her grip. On a positive note, it wasn't obvious what she was doing. Her hand was very subtle in its movements. Up and down. Maybe a quarter of an inch at the most. Occasionally she would stop her movements entirely and gently squeeze his cock through the napkin.

It was having its desired effect.

"You aren't eating anything," Abbey teased. "Aren't you hungry? Here, try some of my dessert."

Mark opened his mouth, accepting a bite of some kind of molten chocolate cake that Abbey fed him by hand. She even licked the whip cream from his lips. He'd long since given up on getting her to let go of him. It felt too good. He no longer wanted her to stop.

God. So damn good. The danger and exhibition seemed to heighten his pleasure. His legs opened. His hips began to pump.

"Stop that," Abbey said. "You don't want to get caught do you?"

Mark managed to shake his head.

"Then just relax and let me do the work." Now Abbey took her time working Mark's cock, this time holding his shaft between her forefinger and thumb, gently massaging it up and down.

"Please" Mark stammered. "You have to stop."

"Do I?" Abbey teased. "And why is that?"

"I'm going to come," Mark said. His words had no teeth. He didn't want her to stop. If she did, he'd beg her to continue.

"So soon?" Abbey teased.

Mark was forced to nod. "You've been teasing me.." he muttered as an excuse.

"Then come." Abbey said. "Right here, right now."

"I want to wait... Tonight I want to...me and you...oh God..please...I'm close..." Mark gasped. He wanted to wait till later. To take her properly. Like a man should. Not like this, with his cock caught between her forefinger and thumb like a small pencil. But the heat was already rising. He couldn't stop now, even if he wanted to.

"Kiss me." Abbey ordered.

Mark kissed her, while her fingers moved up and concentrated on the head of his cock. He felt a hot wave build up inside him and well up like some sort of typhoon. He'd never had a sensation quiet like that before.

Her tongue probed his mouth. He could feel the stares from the other patrons. His pleasure peaked again and again with every spurt from his hard cock. Milking him dry. Milking him into the napkin she now held his cock with.

"Thanks, I hope you two have a nice night."

Nice night? Mark opened his eyes and caught sight of the waitress. Shit. Her cheeks were rosy. Her nostrils flared. Her tongue caught the edge of her lips. Had she seen? Did she know? Shit. Double shit.

Abbey handed her credit card to the waitress and watched her leave.

"You should cover yourself up," Abbey whispered. "I don't want the waitress to see everything my man has." But the truth was quite the opposite. She got off on showing him off. Showing off what she could do to him.

Mark looked down. The napkin had soaked through. Worse, it had shifted down, exposing most of his manhood. The waitress had seen almost all of his cock, crotch, and balls. Shit, she knew he'd shaved. God, the worst was that the way Abbey had poked his cock and balls out of his zip and buttoned his pants up, it forced his balls up much higher than normal, making it look like he had all of two inches of manhood. Fuck. Abbey had a picture of him just like this too. What was he going to do? A far worse picture than his ex-girlfriend ever had.

He was mortified. What was he going to do? He quickly did up his pants to minimize the damage.

"We should probably go before the busboy discovers the little surprise you left in your napkin." Abbey giggled.

Mark cheeks reddened once more. He was mortified. He'd never be able to eat here again. But the memories of his orgasm were still potent. He'd never felt like that before. Never. He knew he was likely to want to feel that way again, and it scared him a little.

"When we get home, I'm going to ride that cute adorable little cock of yours so hard," Abbey said, as she drove them home. "I'm going to ride it like it's never been ridden before."

Mark was more than eager. He'd been dreaming of having sex with Abbey for a very long time now. Still, he didn't quite like the way she referred to his cock as adorable....or little. Although, he knew she meant well,. He was sure of it, otherwise she wouldn't have fished his cock from his pants and be stroking on the way to her house.

He relished the attention at first. But as the minutes drew long, he began to have second thoughts. His erection, began to flag. He pumped his hips and willed his cock back to hardness, but it was short-lived. It waned once more.

"Come on baby," Abbey urged. "We are almost there. Think sexy thoughts."

With those words, fear began to sink in. His cock deflated like a pricked balloon.

"Maybe it will be better when we get inside," Abbey took her keys from the ignition and led Mark into her house. Stripping off her clothes, she was on him in an instant. Grinding against him. Disrobing him. Pumping his slim cock, but to no avail.

Mark was in a panic, but tried his best not to let it show. He could handle this. He kissed her lips, trailing down to her neck, then to her full breasts. His cock just needed a break, and he had a sure what to give it one.

"I don't want that," Abbey said, and Mark felt truly hopeless. "I want to feel something inside me."

"I..I..." Mark stammered. He tried grinding against her crotch to get cock back in fighting condition, but the mind blowing orgasm and the teasing on the way home had robbed him of his manhood.

"Do you have in of those pills that guys take?" Abbey said.

"Ahh..no," Mark was twenty years old. He'd never even thought about Viagra until now.

"Shit. Well..ahh..don't worry," Abbey said. "I've got just the thing."

The older woman reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out something pink, wrapped in plastic.

She couldn't be serious. Could she?

Mark soon learned that Abbey was very serious. She took vibe out from the plastic and turned it on before handing it to Mark. She didn't give him time to think. Instead she went down on all fours on her bed. Arching her back. Presenting her wet slit. She was soaking wet, both her mons and lips were swollen and ready for action.

"Fuck me lover," Abbey purred. She was dripping. God, he made her cunt flow like a river.

But for poor Mark,it felt so unreal, it was as if he was outside of his body, watching it all from a distance. A sexy older woman kneeling on all fours, her plump ass rotating with a sensual experience not found in the youth. A younger man there naked, with a buzzing vibrator in his hand. A vibe that didn't just buzz, but wriggled and twisted. That had veins, a shaft, and a bulbous head. That had some sort of protruding device at the base with another vibe there. He guessed that would be for her clit.

Mark felt...emasculated somehow. It could be due to the device's size. It was much thicker and longer than he was when erect. Worse, the thing was a bright pink. A friendly sort of color that labeled the vibe as being one of the smaller varieties. Yet, it was still much bigger than he.

This wasn't the sort of sex he wanted. He should have her thick hips between his hands, pounding her from the rear, instead of on his knees, guiding a cock into her like some sort of perverse bystander. But what could he do? He'd already had his release. Now, it was Abbey's turn. He wasn't like those guys Abbey disliked. He wasn't a neanderthal.

"It goes inside me," Abbey said. "And the rabbit on the bottom goes against my clit. Hurry, baby..before I'm out of the mood."

As if hypnotized, Mark positioned the thick head at Abbey's pink entrance. He worked it in a shallow delicate strokes.

"Don't be a tease," Abbey purred. "Give it to me. Nice and deep."

Mark pushed it home. It slid in much more easily than he would have liked. She had no problem accommodating it's large size.

"Fuck me baby," Abbey groaned, lunging forward and the plunging back against the vibrating dildo.

Poor Mark worked her with it. He felt a bit like a third wheel. Like an observer, watching another man fuck his lover. A cuckhold to this pink cock. Abbey was sweating. The lips of her sex almost seemed to pull at the large phallus.

"Lick me baby," Abbey purred. "I'm close."

Mark eagerly withdrew the vibe. He didn't like to share.

"No baby," Abbey whined. "Lick me while you do it."

It wasn't easy. When licking her, he couldn't help but occasionally brush his tongue brushed against the shaft of the vibe, and homophobic feelings were brought acutely to the surface. Her clit was closely guarded by the rabbit on the front. There was really very little he could lick.

"Not there...here..." Abbey gasped. This wasn't revenge for some of the past wrongs she'd suffered. No, she'd taken a liking to this. She reached back, and guided Mark's mouth to her intended target. Her lush ass.

It was too late for poor Mark to back down now. In for a penny, in for a pound. Mark licked her bottom. He'd done it before, but now it felt even more...

Mark searched his head for the word.

Subjugating.

"You dirty boy," Abbey purred her encouragement.

Mark's cheeks grew hot. This wasn't his idea. Still, he licked and teased.

"Deeper..." Abbey moaned. Fuck she loved this. The best sex she'd ever had. "Oh..god..damn...so...deep...ah..."

Mark pushed the phallus to the hilt.

Abbey grunted. But then her response was not what Mark had assumed.

"Not like that. With your tongue," she said. "Get it deeper. I want to feel it."

Mark pushed his tongue, until he'd finally worked his way past the tight defenses of her pucker. He felt. Yes, that was the word for how he felt. Subjugated. Like some sort of sex toy to this older woman. A...

...servant.

"Fuck!" Abbey gasped in a shrill voice, her hips pumping of their own volition. "Oh fuck!"

It was embarrassing to admit. Even as Mark's tongue pleasured Abbey's rear, while he held the buzzing vibe in her hungry sex. His cock began to stir once more. He brushed it against Abbey's foot, trying to gain friction.

"You like my ass baby?" Abbey purred, coming down from her orgasm. "I knew you would. Has that pretty cock gotten nice and hard for me?"

"Yeth.." Mark breathed, his tongue otherwise occupied.

"Let's see if we can get it even harder." Abbey panted. "Get that sweet tongue of yours all the way in there,"

Mark stiffened his tongue and press in with all his might. Till finally he slipped past all her defenses.

"That's the spot baby, mmmmmm- I see how it is. The kinkier it is, the harder your cock gets. My dirty boy. Now that you've had your fun, now it's my turn," Abbey pounced on Mark, so that he was on his back. She plunged down on Mark's manhood in one easy motion. She began to ride him like a horse. Pinching his nipples and reaching behind to squeeze his balls.

"Wait..the condoms are ....ah..in my ..wallet.." Mark moaned.

"Just fuck me..." Abbey moaned bouncing up and down, never missing a beat. "...I'm on the pill. Ah..fuck..fuck...just do it already...nevermind...I'll do it myself."

"Ahh..ahh..." Mark panted. God, she was a dynamo. Fuck...she pinched his nipples hard. Shit, it set his loins on fire. And the things she did with her hips, with her ass. He'd never had the like before in his life. His eyes rolled back in his head.

"Not yet," Abbey warned. "I'm too close. Don't you dare come."

There was a part of Mark that wanted to wait. To do the honorable thing and orgasm at the same time with his lover. There was another part that had dreaded the teasing and the swollen aching balls that went along with it when he didn't get an orgasm. She'd only just now climbed on top of him and begun to ride, and already the latter half of him seemed to be winning.

'No..no...not now.." Mark thought to himself. But it was far too late. His cock pulsed again and again. Robbing him of his strength.

Abbey groaned her disappointment, riding Mark's rapidly softening cock. However, she wasn't taking this lying down. She worked her body up Mark's hairless chest.

"What are you..."

"I said it was my turn baby," Abbey panted. "Here. You know what to do. You're so good at it. Just a bit. I'm so close."

He thought of telling her he wouldn't do it. That she'd already had her turn and then some. He thought about the picture she had on her phone. He thought about the picture she had on her phone. He thought of the last time a girl had an embarrassing picture of him and what had happened.

And by now it was far too late for Mark to object. Even if he wanted to refuse, there was little choice, her sopping wet sex was already mounted securely over his mouth. There was little Mark could do but lick, taking care to lick only Abbey's swollen clit, avoiding anywhere that may contain the remnants of his spent seed.

"Unghh. You know how I like it," Abbey growled, shifting her sex so her clit was out of Mark's reach. "Hurry, if I get any further out of the mood, it'll be a long time to bring me back."

Mark looked up at Abbey's sodden sex and exhaled in defeat. It wasn't a cute coed's sex. This was a woman's sex, with full plump lips, a thick mat of sex soaked curls, dripping with sexual desire and Mark's thick sperm. He didn't want to lick her the way she wanted, but her warning was clear. If he kept procrastinating he'd be at it for 30 or 40 minutes.

He sighed, and extended his tongue. Licking her just as she liked. Starting at the bottom. Her thick lips. Licking them. Sucking them gently. Sticking his tongue into the mouth of her sex where he'd just relieved himself.

"Mmmmmppph," Mark's protest was muffled, as Abbey put her full weight down on his face. Yuck, he could taste his own bitter, salty, thick, slimy seed. He tried not to think about it as he licked her from the bottom to the top. Working her up for five minutes, but now that Mark had already been sexually satisfied, it felt more like thirty. He could feel her excitement by the speed of her pumping hips.

"Suck me," Abbey ordered, her voice thick with lust.

Her fingers frigged her clit. Mark looked up from between her heaving breasts. Surely she couldn't be serious.

"Fuck...so close...suck me. Suck my cunt baby." Abbey moaned loudly.

Mark couldn't believe his ears. It was her usual request while he went down on her, but this time was different. He wouldn't just be drinking Abbey's cum - he'd be swallowing his own.

Maybe it was all gone by now. Surely it was.

Mark opened his mouth and formed a seal around Abbey's sex.

"That's it...that's it.." Abbey panted. "Oh God, you neanderthal."

She called him a neanderthal. Like all her other guys. Yet somehow it seemed like a badge of honor. It pushed him over the edge. Mark steeled his nerves, tried not to think about his gag reflex - and sucked.

"Fuck...God...here it comes..." Abbey sat down hard, hips bucking when her orgasm slammed home. "Here it fucking comes...oh ..oh.."

Mark wasn't sure who was to blame. Was it his juice? Was it her juice? But whatever the case, there turned out to be far more of it than he anticipated. He gulped it down, and more spurted into his mouth. He gulped again. He could taste his bitter seed mixed in with Abbey's own. Her hips bucked once more and even more honey filled Mark's mouth. He felt like choking as it went down the wrong way, but had no choice but to swallow. He swallowed twice more before Abbey's hips finally grew still. Even then she seemed in no hurry to get up from her perch atop his face.

"Oh babe, you are the best," Abbey said, looking down at her lover trapped between her thick thighs. "I mean it, you were incredible."

"Thanks," Mark muttered between coughs, his cheeks burning, as he looked up with Abbey's swollen wet sex taking up over half of his vision. "I had fun too."

"I can tell," Abbey said. "You licked me like you haven't had pussy in weeks, even though it's only been a few days baby."

"I guess I just missed it," Mark couldn't think of anything else to say, and once the words left his lips, he instantly regretted them.

"Well you know what a wise person once told me," Abbey said. "Good things come to those who wait. If this is what I have to look forward to when you have to wait for a few weeks, then this is all you get until next time. Well, I guess I could let you give it one last kiss before I send you on your way."

Mark waited for her to move, but she continued to look down at him expectantly.

"I said one last kiss before I send you on your way," She made no move from her perch; it was obvious what she expected.

Finally, with blushing cheeks, Mark raised up and kissed Abbey on the lips. Her nether lips.

"Is that all lover?" Abbey teased. "Such a chaste kiss for someone who missed it so. This is your last chance until next time."

By now Mark was well and truly mortified. He kissed her on the sex again. This time the way she liked. His tongue brushing her lips. Dipping into her sex.

"Oh you tempt me you little tease," Abbey said, and reluctantly dismounted his face. "If it were up to me, I'd let you lick me out all night long, but any more of you tonight and I'll be drinking cranberry juice for a week."

Mark wasn't sure what to make of this compliment. He noticed a buzzing sound, his eyes following it back to its source. The vibe was still going on the bed next to them...wriggling and worming on its own volition.

"I forgot all about that. Can you be a sweetheart and clean that off for me?" Abbey asked, as she bounded off the bed and ran naked to the bathroom. "I've got to piss like a race horse."

"But..." It was all the protest Mark had time to get out and by then it was too late. Leaving him there next to the buzzing vibe. Mark figured out where the power button was and switched it off.

He took it to the sink and ran it underneath the hot water. What type of soap was he supposed to use? Hand soap or alcohol? He took a few pump of soap from the dispenser and worked it into a lather on the latex vibe.

Seeing it like that, there under the harsh glare of the vanity lights, it was obvious the dildo was quite a bit larger than he was, both in length and girth. He couldn't quite put his fingers around it.

The image of his ex flashed in his mind. The one from Maggie's phone. The one where she was on her on her knees in front of that big cock, looking up at it in awe. Her fingers weren't even able to wrap around that monster. Mark placed his fingers around the vibe. They went all the way around. No wonder she dumped him.

He was so caught up in thought, he lost track of time until he heard the toilet flush. Shit. The last thing he wanted Abbey to see, was him there examining her vibrator.

"Thanks," Abbey said, hugging him from behind, catching his shrunken manhood between her forefinger and thumb. "I guess I owe you one. How about I clean yours to make it up to you?"

"That's okay," A hot blush warmed Mark from his cheeks to his chest. He didn't like her handling him when he wasn't erect. It filled him with anxiety.

"Well suit yourself, but you be sure to do a good job on mine," Abbey said with a husky voice. "I want that cock nicely polished, or I'll have to give you a spanking you aren't likely to forget."

Mark felt a blow land on his bottom and flank.

"Very funny," Mark said, feeling more vulnerable than he thought possible.

A blow landed on his other cheek.

"Who said I was joking," Abbey purred, and spanked him again.

Mark tried to get slide out from between the vanity and his lover, but she still had hold of his cock with her other hand and she seemed to have no intention of letting go.

"Baby, you aren't going anywhere until you finish polishing my cock." Abbey said, drawing the word cock out when she said it.

"Stop Abbey," Mark protested. "This isn't funny." But he obeyed, cleaning the dildo, while still trying to wriggle out of his predicament. Abbey was still spanking him. The spanks fell slowly, but they fell harder and were beginning to hurt. Worse, he was growing hard in her grasp and she'd begun pumping him gently.

Fuck.

"I can't..." Mark breathed. "Abbey, I can't concentrate if you are doing that."

"Poor baby," Abbey purred. "You'd rather concentrate on polishing my cock, than on my polishing yours? How sweet?"

Mark blushed furiously. It wasn't like that. It wasn't. She was spanking him and pumping his cock. He could barely think, much less clean. He could hardly stand on his own two feet.

"Keep polishing," Abbey smiled, while pumping gently, yet delivering harder and harder spanks to Mark's delicate bottom. "You dirty boy."

Fuck. Shit, she was getting to him.

"Please.." Mark whined. "I'm getting close."

"We can't have that now can we?" Abbey stopped her pumping, yet continued to spank him. "Now polish my cock."

Thought Abbey's hand stopped pumping him, there was no respite. Every blow to his bottom caused Mark to flinch and push himself into her hand, taking him ever closer to the point of no return.

"I'm finished," Mark's voice was high and rushed.

"Finished what?" Abbey teased.

"...er- polishing," Mark's cheeks had gone from red to purple so deep was his mortification.

"Polishing what?" Abbey loved toying with him like this. Electrical charges went off in her loins.

"..your cock.." God, this woman was impossible. It was terribly embarrassing, but at the same time, Mark couldn't deny how hard his cock had grown.

"Pay extra attention to the head of my cock," Abbey smiled and instead of rubbing Mark's smarting rear cheeks, she wriggled a finger into his tight hole. "There's lots of crevices."

"Oh God,' Mark groaned at the violation and tried to flee. But, it was too late. He had reached the point of no return. His hips pumped of their own volition. Driving him into Abbey's hand and causing his rear to be further impaled.

"Look at me," Abbey ordered. "I said look at me."

"oh God..oh God.." Mark looked up at the mirror. His eyes being held fast by Abbey's. He panted as his cock was drained into Abbey's palm.

When it was over, she proceeded to wipe it clean on Mark's abused rear cheeks. She giggled and gave him a playful spank for good measure.

"You are a kinky one," she laughed. "But I must admit that it was fun and I love the look on your face when you come."

Mark was so drained he could hardly stand, and it was all he could do just to nod his head. However, by now a lot of things began to make sense. The way Abbey ordered for him in restaurants. The fact that she preferred that his body was kept free of hair, while she made no particular effort to do the same to her own pubes. The fact that he always seemed to be going down on her. The things she'd done to him in public. The spanking.

Abbey walked back to bed. Mark looked at the mess he'd left on the vanity. He couldn't just leave it there like that. He began to clean.

Abbey was into some kinky stuff. She liked spanking and stuff like that.

Mark wished he could deny the obvious, but he liked it so far too.

But it scared him all the same.

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Mark felt his face grow hot. He was only wearing these pants because Abbey had bought them specifically for him to wear tonight. He'd never wear anything so form fitting on his own. There was much worse and the thought of it made him blush all the more.

He double checked the door to his room was locked before he dug into his drawer. Down to the very bottom where he'd hidden it.

God, he knew he'd never live it down if Jake ever found it. It looked for all intents and purposes like a dildo. A realistic 8 inch dildo, with a small strap on the bottom end.

A special pair of underwear. They were padded. He slipped them up his legs and glanced down at his crotch. He looked - as if he were packing a monster.

He quickly put on the pants Abbey had bought for him. It took a bit more cumbersome adjusting because the pants were tight. He looked down and blushed again.

His pants did little to conceal the monster. Even the head was discernible. He tried to adjust the fabric of his pants, but still couldn't hide the shape.

Abbey had been very firm. She wanted him in that outfit. But, she'd never seen the results. Mark picked up his phone and called her. She'd be there to pick him up soon, and he wanted to get this fixed well before then.

"Hey baby, what's up?" Abbey said. "I'm just passing the Target right now. Should be there in a few more minutes."

"Hey Abbey," Mark said. "Look, I don't know about these pants you bought."

"I'm sure they look fine," Abbey said. "They were very expensive and I had them tailored especially for you."

"I know," Mark said. "But...it really....shows..."

"It's supposed to show baby."

"I know...but not like this." Mark pulled at the fabric of his pants some more, trying to disguise the head of what appeared to be a large phallus, but was padded foam in his underwear. "You can see everything."

"I'm sure it's not as bad as all that." Abbey said with a smile. Driving with one hand, her other sought the moistness between her legs. "Besides, you know that I could care less about the size of your package."

"I know," Mark said, realizing he wasn't going to get his way if he kept agreeing with her, but unable to find a compelling argument the other way. "You just want me to make a good impression when I meet your friends."

"Right," Abbey said. "If it wasn't for your ex, we wouldn't have to worry about such trivial nonsense, but we can't have Jessica thinking my boyfriend has a small cock now can we?"

"I guess not" Mark's cheeks grew hot. He was well aware of the rivalry between Abbey and Jessica. That didn't make him like this any better.

"And we already took it out for a test drive last week," Abbey continued. "And it worked just fine then, didn't it?"

"Yes." Mark said. It worked too well as far as he was concerned, and with him wearing far less revealing pants. He received free drinks from some cougar. Three pretty girls gave them their phone numbers without him asking. He lost count of the number of times women caught his eye or touched his arm. It felt nice to be wanted like that. But at the same time...it made him feel inadequate.

He tried to rationalize it. He had a new haircut from Abbey's stylist. He had new clothes. He had a pretty girl with him. A pretty rich girl.

But, he'd never received that kind of attention before. He was sure it was due to...the thing. He couldn't help but think back to the picture Abbey showed him of Julie, kneeling down before a thing like that, mouth parted, as big- awestruck.

One star. That's what Julie had rated him.

Mark looked down at the shape of the cock nestled against his leg. This was no once star cock. This was at least four stars.

But Mark wasn't one star. Not to Abbey. She said he was the best. Even when he was premature. Even when he was...less than average in size. It was a little embarrassing - sure.

He remembered looking up at her from down between her thighs. Abbey looking down at him, cheeks flushed, tongue curling up between her ivory teeth, blue eyes shining, filled with awe.

This small bit of embarrassment was insignificant in contrast to that. Mark would do it.

"I understand about Jessica, but I'm just a little nervous about meeting your other work friends." Mark said and put on a coat long enough to hide his new bulge. He knew Abbey would make sure he took it off later, but Mark still had to get out of the apartment without Jake seeing his new bulge.

"Don't worry, it'll be boring. But it won't be boring for us lover," Abbey said. "Because I got a little present in the mail tonight."

Oh God. Mark was well aware what sort of present Abbey received in the mail. He pulse began to pound and his cock strained against the rings that held the thing onto him.

"It's a radio controlled vibe," Abbey said. "And I'm going to put it inside your ass and whenever I get bored I'm going to turn it on."

"I can't do that Abbey." Mark protested. "That's just...too much."

"That's what she said," Abbey giggled. "Guess what else, I've got one inside me right now and you can hold the remote for it."

Fuck. Mark was going to have to do it. She had him.

"We can have a contest of it," Abbey purred. "To see who is the cruelest tease."

"I don't know..." Mark's voice was tight. God, she could get to him. His cock and balls began to ache with need.

"The loser is the other's slave for the rest of the weekend." Abbey licked her lips, reached into her purse and touched the controller to the vibe lodged in her wet sex. "And I got a lot more toys where these came from. Deal?"

Mark gulped. His fear of Abbey's coworkers seeing the shape of his cock now forgotten. What would Abbey do to him this weekend? What was she going to make him do? What sort of toys did she have?

"Deal," he whispered. The thought of winning never entered his mind.