The Newlin's, Marcie & Mark Pt. 04

He moaned and from a distance heard her moan echo his. He began licking feverishly until she gasped and pushed his head away with one hand.

Rana stared at him intently. Mark couldn't tell if she was pleased or angry but he did recognize her surprise. Finally, her eyes narrowed and with her free hand she pushed her panties down her thighs, leaving him to pull them the rest of the way off. The hand holding his head slowly relaxed and dropped away.

He bent down and softly kissed her inner thigh. She tasted like rain and the sweet smell of slowly decaying leaves. He moved up an inch or two and kissed her again then paused and gazed at her sex. Neatly trimmed black pubic hair framed her glistening folds. The swollen clit bulged slightly under its hood, calling to him. Mark could feel her heat on his face, drawing him in. His tongue parted her, delved into her, and dipped into her nectar. A guttural moan filled his ears and he fell into her, drowning happily in the pool of her wet heat.

With slow and tender licks and kisses, Mark explored every nook and cranny of her; liberating her juices so they coating his mouth and chin. Low, primal sounds filled the Accord only to be muted by the sudden pressure of her thighs against his head. He pushed on, tongue darting and flicking everywhere as Rana trembled and shook beneath him. Her thighs hugged his face, each squeeze more powerful than the last, cutting off the blood to his brain until the world dimmed.

When he came to his senses, Rana had him by the hair and was twisting his head painfully to the side. Tremors rolled through her body and she looked down at him triumphantly. Her face was flush and sweat beaded on her forehead. With a crooked smile she pushed him away playfully in an odd display of affection. Mark wiped his face with his shirt and realized his erection was back.

Rana raised an eyebrow as she looked at his hardon. "How big is it?"

"A little over seven inches," he answered proudly.

"Ahhh, well you can't fuck me with it. That's not happening," she said fiercely.

"Okay," he replied so softly that she felt she'd hurt him deeply and regretted what she'd said. But she didn't retract it.

"How 'bout a handjob? That might do the trick." Her hand was already jerking him off, and she increased the tightness of her grip and the motion of her wrist. Mark ejaculated over her hand and wrist within the second minute of her masturbation. He drove them both home afterward.

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The next evening they were sitting in a booth at a busy coffee shop. The Dave Brubeck quartet was playing overhead as some students studied and others tried to seduce other seemingly gullible students.

"Did you see the article in the paper?" she inquired after their coffee was served.

"No, I don't have time for that. I told you I have to spend almost all my time studying."

"Hmmm, well, it says here that you, Mark Newlin, are a fucking hero!"

"I'll bet it doesn't!" he said quietly and with a sardonic grin.

"Sure it does, here ..." she shoved the newspaper article in front of him only to have him gently push it away.

"Oh I believe you all right, but it doesn't use the word fucking now does it?"

Rana saw his grin and smiled. "No, it does not and I stand semi-corrected. But you're still a hero, and especially after last night, you're my fucking hero!"

"Shush ... you'll cause a scandal, Rana!"

"Oh, did I embarrass you?" she said and laughed delightedly. "Well let me tell you, I'm still tingling from what you did to me."

"That's good. I'm glad to have relived your sexual frustrations if only for one night."

Rana took a sip of her coffee and carefully set it down.

"How come you don't have a girlfriend?"

The question caught him off guard. "I have to study hard. I want to be a renowned architect."

Rana sat there thinking about what he'd said for a time, and then declared, "You are a fucking enigma."

Mark looked at her, unable to decide if she was starting a fight with him in public or just pissed off at him. Rana cleared matters up with what she said next.

"There's no way you should be that good at eating me out. How can you be that good?"

Mark shrugged as he had no clue.

"Did someone teach you?"

The couples sitting at two different tables looked up sharply at Rana's explosive comments, and waited for his answer.

"Yes, I was fortunate to have been taught by an older woman. I also watched a few pornos; they're very explicit you know."

One of the girls sitting nearby, a chubby little blonde, well not a real blonde, but ... leaned closer to the guy she was with and on hearing Rana's "Did someone teach you?" squeezed her date's thigh hard enough to send him a message he couldn't misunderstand.

Rana continued her quasi-cross-examination with: "What's it like for you, what's going through your mind when you have your tongue buried in my cunt?"

The blonde dropped any pretense and found her date's penis and began scratching it, forcing it erect.

"I don't know." Mark said, looking at Rana and not the blonde, and then paused. "It's like I'm mesmerized or something ... I mean it's the only thing in the world. Nothing else exists. You know, the way an alcoholic will blackout when they've been drinking."

Rana nodded at him. "Try to describe what it's like to lick me."

At that the blonde and her date stumbled away from their table and made for the exit after leaving a ten dollar bill on the table for their two coffees.

Neither Rana nor Mark took note of their leaving, or of the other couple, a tall, fair haired football player, wearing his varsity sweater and a pretty petite brunette who were also hanging on every word spoken at Mark's nearby table.

Mark took Rana's hand in his, and looking directly into her eyes, said, "With you it's kind of like eating a peach; a perfectly ripe peach. Mmmm, you know, you bite into the fuzzy skin and the sweet juice rolls down your chin and you can't help but to slurp it up and the flesh is soft yet firm under your tongue. That's the closest I can come to describing it."

Rana stared at him as Mark calmly finished off his coffee. Finally, she said, "Back in a moment," and walked off to the restrooms.

The varsity football player whispered to the petite brunette, "Did you hear that?"

"I did. Can you make me feel like he's made her feel?"

"I can try my damnedest."

"That's not good enough, Jeff. Will you go down on me until I cum in your mouth?"

"Yeah ... sure ... certainly!"

But he didn't sound all that confident.

"Fuck you, Jeff! You don't mean it! I'll find a guy or girl who will. I'm outta here!" The petite brunette almost tipped the table over as she jumped to her feet and stormed out, leaving a very embarrassed football player waiting for the check before chasing futilely after her.

Mark could only gape at her exit and was relieved to see Rana return a minute later only to drop a ball of green material in his lap as she sat back down. "Feel it," she said, "Feel how wet you've made me."

The crotch of her panties was soaked and he fought the urge to bring them up to his nose and breathe her in. Mark smiled, checked the time on the coffee shop's wall clock, and said, "Come on, I'll walk you back."

He related what had occurred between the football player and his brunette date. She giggled and then a silence enveloped them as they too left the shop. Rana was suddenly deep in thought and Mark couldn't think of anything glib to say that might start a conversation.

In the vestibule of their apartment house he tried to give her panties back but she stuffed them in his front pants pocket, her fingers brushing lightly along his semi-rigid cock. Without a word she let herself into her apartment.

Mark had his key in the door to his apartment when he received a text from her: Its your fault I'm masterb8ing now.

He laughed and texted back, Hope you're screaming doesn't bother your neighbors too much. Xxx.

By the time he'd settled in at his drawing board, Rana returned with: They've heard it before. They want to watch me. Do U?

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Over the next several weeks they saw each other quite a bit, although somewhat randomly. Rana would drop by unannounced and Mark was never quite able to predict when she would visit. He might see her three or four nights in a row and then there would be up to five days before she showed up again. Their trysts were brief and to the point, consisting of oral sex and handjobs. Rana was always in charge.

Once she walked into his room and shut the door. He looked up from his assignment and started to speak but she stopped him with an upraised hand. Her hair was sporting a bright purple ribbon on the right side. Rana unbuttoned the raincoat that came down to her knees and let it drop to the floor. Of course, she was naked underneath. Her pubic hair had a matching purple ribbon, albeit a bit smaller than the one in her hair.

Mark watched, breathless, as her hand delved between her legs. He could hear the squelching as her fingers penetrated her sex. He could see the glistening flesh as she parted her outer lips. He could smell her from across the room. Her other hand tugged mercilessly on her nipples until they were red and swollen. The entire time she masturbated she kept her eyes on him. After she came she pulled her coat on, buttoned it up and left. She never said a word.

The following night she taught him how to pleasure her with just his fingers. He was amazed at how much pleasure she could provide with just her hands and mouth. More importantly, she wanted him to please her with his mouth and fingers. He fed off her orgasms.

As much as he wanted to have sex with Rana, he never once broached the subject. Mark assumed it was taboo for religious reasons and left it at that. In that he was totally wrong.

"Would you do me a favor, Mark?" Rana said softly, one night a few days later.

"I thought I just did," he said, but was smiling at her when he said it.

She was sitting naked in his desk chair with one leg draped over the armrest and him still kneeling on the floor in front of her staring at the wet shine on his fingers. He was tired. He had fingered her to several rousing orgasms over the previous thirty-seven minutes.

Brief explosions of pain blossomed in his knees as he stood on stiff joints. Mark rubbed his neck to work out the kinks and looked down at Rana. She lay there, draped over the chair, wasted with exhaustion but with a satisfied look on her face. Her lovely breasts rose and fell, her still wet nipples catching the light with each breath.

She motioned him over until he was standing next to her. "Masturbate on me," she said, tipping her head back, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. Her voice was tired and strained and for a brief moment she looked sickly.

When he hesitated she said emphatically, "Please, Mark, I want you to jerk off and spray your cum all over my face."

He wasn't too tired for that, and a moment later stood hovering over her stroking his member as Rana's hands played lightly over her body, teasing her nipples and tracing random patterns over her stomach. The room was silent except for the rhythmic whispering of skin rubbing skin. She still had her eyes closed, and her mouth half-open and inviting. He watched her drive her middle finger deep into her cunt. With her other hand she caressed his ball sac, pulling him closer to her expectant mouth until the tip of his cock rubbed against her lips.

She sucked it momentarily then whispered, "I'm not allowed to have coitus, Mark."

Mark continued stroking, his orgasm nearing. Her lips nuzzled the underside of the fleshy tip, sending jolts of electricity directly down his shaft, through his balls and up his spine. With a groan the dam burst. White lines of opaque semen jetted across the bridge of her nose and caught in her heavy lashes. She pulled the head of his penis into her mouth and drew the remainder of his semen onto her tongue before releasing him and flashing her tongue, still carrying a coating of his cum on it at him.

Mark was unable to stand his knees was that weak.

"I can't have coitus," she repeated as his seed dribbled slowly from the corner of her mouth. "But I can do other things that pleasure you, like sucking you off, or masturbating you and having you go down on me. I haven't done it yet but I might find a willing girl and go down on her and you know, she could do me too. You could even fuck her if it comes to that."

Her eyes were big and hopeful as she awaited his response.

"I can live with that arrangement, but I want to know why we can't have coitus, as you put it."

Rana closed her eyes as she answered him. "I promised my father, Mark."

"What was it you promised him?"

"That I would save myself for the man I marry."

"Oh ..."

A few seconds went by and Mark asked her, "Is there any way out of that promise? I mean any honorable way?"

"My father died seven months ago, Mark. How can I break my promise now?"

"I see," he said. "Okay I will honor your commitment then. But let me ask one thing, and I'm not being a wise guy here, this is a serious question, Rana."

"So ask me," she said and waited, her nostril's flared as if they would go their separate ways after he asked and she answered.

"You failed to mention anal. Can we do that without you breaking your promise?"

A smile of relief crossed her face, and she licked her lips before replying. "He never specified anal, he only asked that I be a virgin when I married."

"Well, there's that then," he said, offering her a towel to clean up. Rana climbed wearily into his bed and pulled the covers over her. He watched her sleep for a while before he got dressed and went back to work on his architectural project, letting her sleep for an hour before I woke her gently.

"Rana, you should go back to your apartment," he said softly. She mumbled an acknowledgement and pulled him into bed with her, her buttocks pressing up against his growing erection. They lay there for several minutes, with him lightly stroking her hair. At last she rose from the bed and dressed. I thought you'd take advantage. I like it that you didn't."

Once she was fully dressed, she looked Mark in the eye and said, "I have a wedding to go to in Sioux City. Would you like to escort me?"

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Needless to say their budding romance was of necessity kept a secret from her family. And so Mark found himself cast as an outsider by one and all, and but for a peculiar incident at the reception would have remained so.

But it happened that the Matriarch of the family (and the sister of the aforementioned Shah of Iran) had made a cassette tape of music to be played at the reception. However, the DJ had politely declined her offer to play it, resulting in no one but the bride and groom setting foot on the dance floor, and even that was with some reluctance.

Mark thought it strange and commented on it to Rana who told him what was happening. Mark got up and approached the Matriarch, requested the tape, then brought it to the DJ and simply said, "If you want to see anyone on the dance floor, play this tape."

"Uh, why? My stuff is better in so many ways that that old tape," the DJ said.

"Play the first number. See what happens," Mark told the DJ.

Grumbling about it, but relenting, the DJ put the tape on and with the first few notes of the tune saw nearly everyone start out to the dance floor.

"What the fuck?" the DJ said, amazed at the transformation.

"The lady with the tape is the head of the family. She wants to honor the bride and groom. Out of respect no one dared set foot on the floor unless it was to her music. Now, when the tape ends, you feel free to play your stuff, okay?"

Mark slapped the DJ on the shoulder and went back to his table where he was met by a beaming Rana. "My hero, you saved the day!" Then she dared to kiss him on the lips and quickly sat down. Mark realized he now had a shot at fucking her after the reception, or at the very least when they returned to campus.

The matriarch, a woman in her mid-seventies, beckoned him over to her, and personally thanked him for his help. He told her it was his pleasure; his duty, in fact, then added that he wanted to dance with Rana and it wouldn't have been possible otherwise. The older woman laughed and said, "I'm told you ran into a burning building to save a man's life."

Mark shook his head and told the matriarch the story of how he heard the explosion and ran into basement and carried the man out of the burning area. "He was very badly burned and died later that day, so I really didn't save him," he finished.

"You didn't know that at the time, did you?" she said.

"No, I didn't, but I only did what anyone would have done under the circumstances."

"No young man, you performed a heroic act. Just as you did with the getting my music played. I know, they don't seem related, but in each one you stepped out where no one else did and set things right. "You'll go far in this world," and then she kissed him on the cheek and that was the end of it. Except that Mark was suddenly accepted by one and all of Rana's relatives.

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It was about a hundred fifty miles back to the campus from the site of the wedding reception. To their surprise, the matriarch offered the use of her Rolls Royce, telling Rana that she was staying another day or so in Sioux City and would fly back to her own residence in Minneapolis. She only asked that they take her sister's niece, Samira and her brother with them and drop them off about forty miles from Lincoln, where the university was located.

And so, after a night of drinking and dancing and a little weed, Rana, Samira, her brother, Rashid and Mark climbed into the back of the Rolls with the limo driver getting behind the wheel.

They hadn't gone more than half a mile when Rashid felt ill. The driver pulled over, opened the door and he stumbled out onto the shoulder of the road and vomited for several minutes.

Both girls insisted that he ride up front after that, leaving them together with Mark on the spacious backseat. Within five minutes the drunken brother was slouched against the passenger door snoring. Rana asked the driver to put up the sunshield (tinted glass separating the front from the back of the vehicle) because the oncoming headlights of which there were only a few were bothering her. Of course he obliged, and then Samira apologized for her brother and closed her eyes, saying in a voice slurred by alcohol, "It's been a long day. I'm going to try to sleep for a while."

Rana assured of privacy from the front seat, and believing her cousin asleep, began bestowing long, sloppy kisses on Mark, and he in turn, sent his hand up her dress, a dress so short that it had raised more than a few eyebrows among the women and admiring from some, and condemning looks from other men---until Mark had gotten the DJ to play the tape. Then no one dared question either his or Rana's actions. Still every guy at the reception was trying to look up her dress from the moment they walked into the reception hall.

Rana was a light skinned girl, with almond brown eyes and curly brown hair. She didn't look Middle Eastern at all, but she was. Her breasts were round and just the right size for his hands to grip, but her ass was more than a handful. Mentally he compared her ass to that of Samira's. Rana's was more jiggly, fleshier and softer. Samira's butt was rigid and round, like a blown up balloon almost. Samira's ass drew the eye to it, and held it hostage until she left the room. Mark had admired her and her ass throughout the reception; he had even danced with her on two occasions, but he always remembered that he'd come with Rana, and returned to her for the next dance each time to avoid any friction.