The Newlin's Marcie & Mar

Paris Waterman

Part 18

The Hoar's Nook

Once he closed on the houseboat, Mark took a week's vacation and cleaned the boat from stem to stern, enlisting several softball teammates to help him. He discovered that Alexis had a friend (of course she did) who could work with him on decorating his new home as well. At week's end, he was almost completely furnished and accessorized. Almost being the key word, as the ladies from the team came aboard to see and 'tut-tut' about this and that, telling him he had a way to go, but that he should take his time getting there.

But on leaving the houseboat every one of them was quick to announce: "He's got himself a god damn love boat for sure!" or words to that effect.

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Mark parked his Honda Accord in the only vacant space in Katy's Marina and carried his architectural drawings and briefcase to the Hoar's Nook, his recently refurbished houseboat, jogged up the short gangway and paused on the quarterdeck to take a breath of the gentle evening breeze coming in off the bay.

"Hi Neighbor, I was wondering when I'd get a chance to say hello. I'm your neighbor, Jon Huntsman."

"Mark Newlin, Mark said with a smile. "Good to meet you."

"Same here," Huntsman said, and then in a rush he added: "Say I know you just got home but we'd love to get to know you a little better. Oh, my wife's Mary Kaye, she's a pistol. Would you like to come aboard our boat after freshening up, say about an hour or so?"

"Sure," Mark replied, not having met any of his neighbors and knowing it was inevitable and necessary. "Um, which one are you?"

"The Viking Maiden, we're tied up just after the Hawkeye."

Since the Hawkeye was tied up alongside the Hoar's Nook Mark could see Jon's boat just beyond it only it was a boat, not a houseboat which surprised him.

"Great," Jon said and after giving mark a salute, he turned and started back toward his boat, the Viking Maiden.

It was almost two hours later that Mark arrived at the Viking Maiden, a yacht that must have cost close to a million dollars. Jon greeted him with a cold beer, which Mark accepted with thanks. It had reached 97 degrees that afternoon.

"Come aboard! Come aboard Neighbor," Jon said louder than necessary. "So is my view better than yours?" He laughed good-naturedly as they had almost identical views.

Well I can tell you I've definitely got a better view of the Hawkeye than you," Mark said facetiously. A second later both men were laughing merrily.

"Hey--Hey, Mary Kaye c'mon up on deck ... meet our neighbor, Mark Newlin!"

The Huntsman's were in their early forties. Jon was just under six feet and lean and wiry. His wife, Mary Kaye had a magnificent body, as she appeared in a bikini that hid almost nothing. Her face looked familiar and Mark would learn that he'd seen it on Vogue Magazine a year or two earlier in Rana's apartment.

Mary Kaye's breasts were huge, he would find out later that evening that she was a 36-EE from Jon, who kept bringing her body up in the conversation. Mary Kaye for that matter didn't appear to mind in the slightest, their affection showed in the way a casual arm draped around one another or how they leaned into each other when they were seated on the fantail.

Moreover, both husband and wife asked knowledgeable questions about the building Mark told them he'd designed and helped construct in Chastened.

Then Mary Kaye surprised Mark by asking her husband if he'd stopped by the video store earlier to gawk at Randy Kisses, the latest porn queen who was appearing at the local strip club that night as she toured the south promoting her latest porn film.

"As a matter of fact, I did."

"Get to rub up against those triple D's?"

"No. she had me rub against her ass, which was almost as good."

"Should I be hearing this conversation?" Mark asked. "It seems kind of private, you know?"

"Oh, pay us no mind, Mark. We love porn. We watch it most nights to help get our motors revved up, you know?" Mary Kaye laughed and gave his knee a light squeeze.

"Nothing wrong with that," Mark replied. "I've seen one of her pictures."

"And?" Mary Kaye laughed, and verbally pushed him into a corner. He was going to talk about porn whether he wanted to or not.

"I liked it," Mark answered.

But she wasn't letting him off the hook just yet. "Oh, and what did you like about it, specifically?"

From the corner of his eye Mark saw Jon smirking.

"Um, let me put the sexual aspects aside for the moment," he replied. "First off, there was a semblance of a plot. If I recall correctly the first scenes involved her running from someone or something. We learn who she's running from, but not why. It's probably twenty minutes into the film before the first serious sex scene takes place. I recall wondering if I was watching a regular R rated film and then whamo, she's going down on a guy in an alley like nobody's business. Um, I think from that point on it was basically sex—sex and more sex."

"Yes, I remember that one," Mary Kaye said, holding her wine glass out toward Mark. She turned to her husband and said, "He gave a very succinct review of it don't you think, Jon?"

"He did. I'm impressed, Mark."

That conversation broke the ice, and Jon and Mary Kaye opened up about their sex life. Mark learned that they kept a private stash of erotic videos.

"Jon lend him the one we watched last night."

Turning to Mark, Mary Kaye added: "Jon uses these to get me all hot and bothered. He was a very happy man after we watched this particular video.

Mark had them both laughing when he replied: "Mmmm, just what the country needs ... more

hot and bothered women."

"And you're above such coarse temptations?" Jon said with a smile and a wink.

"Well ..." Mark said hesitating before answering.

"Better have a towel handy. I came twice watching it," Mary Kaye said and everything went quiet.

"Yes ... well ..." Mark was at a loss for words.

Jon laughed and threw his arm around Mary Kaye. "She's a keeper," he said, and gave her right breast a gentle squeeze.

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Mark stopped by their yacht the following morning with a bottle of expensive red wine and the video.

"I came twice last night and once this morning. I need to get this thing out of my sight before I hurt myself."

Jon laughed and Mary Kaye looked at him inquisitively.

"What made it so hot for you?"

"They convinced me they cared for one another. It wasn't the usual wham, bam, thank you ma'am. They spent a lot of time kissing and caressing one another and their intensity right there got my temperature and other things up. It was incredibly hot."

"Was there one particular scene that really set you off?" Mary Kaye asked so calmly that Mark knew she had planned on asking him the question in advance.

"Hmmm, honestly, I love watching a woman cum. So when she reached down to play with herself while she was riding him, it got to me. She came hard, and so did I."

"We both like that part," Jon said.

"Go on. You know you want to say it," Mary Kaye prodded.

"Mary Kaye learned a trick or two from that video."

Mark looked at Mary Kaye, who flushed, and so did he. Mark's cock was tenting his shorts.

But Jon never embellished any of the 'tricks' his wife had learned, leaving that to Mark's imagination, and he returned to his houseboat and masturbated thinking about Mary Kaye's mouth.

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The Hoar's nook was invaded that night at around ten.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Mark yelled as his friends ran past him as they boarded

his houseboat.

"Us? Shit man, Phillip's is only three blocks away!" Steve Metuchka shouted happily. His on again, off again fiancée, the pixyish Gabby Nichols hopped up and down beside him, obviously already well lubricated by several shots of tequila.

Mark shook Steve's hand and hugged Gabby, who threw her 34-C's against Mark and seemed in no hurry to break away from him. Mark filed that piece of information away for future possibilities.

Julie Jefferson, a dental assistant when not playing on the softball team gave him another sizzling hug and a quick kiss on the lips before sitting down "before I fuckin' fall," as she put it fairly succinctly before flopping down on a cushioned bench on the fantail.

"Hey, you," Madison cooed. Her voice was slow and the syllables dragged out. "Nice boat ..."

"She's totally high," Steve said while Mark took her in with a puzzled expression as she slowly waved her hands over the scarred wooden table top. Her eyes were glazed over, but her smile was as pretty as ever. She finally looked up at me and grinned.

"Yeah, I'm super high," she said. "I didn't know the brownies were pot brownies."

"She's fucked up," Steve said again.

"I ate four of them. They were so good."

"You guys just out burning off her buzz then?" he asked.

"Mmmm, yeah ... her and Gabby. Me too I suppose. Although I only had two brownies. Miss Piggy had four and Julie and Gabby three each. Is zat twelve?" He asked, seeking confirmation that the dozen brownies were all gone.

"It is, Steve. None for me and that's a shame after all, you all came a visiting without any presents."

"Ohhh, sorry ... hey wait ... wanna blowjob?"

"Mark laughed and said, "Not from you buddy."

"No--no. I meant, um, want Gabby to suck your dick?"

"Gabby?" Mark said, surprised by his offering his girlfriend like that. It wasn't like him.

"Yeah--yeah, she told me she'd love to do you. Seems like this'd be a good time for it, um, since we're all stoned and all. Maybe the other girls would join in."

"Lemmie think about it, Steve," Mark said nervously, and turned to the girls asking if anyone wanted coffee."

He got no takers on coffee, but all three wanted vodka or tequila.

Minutes later everyone had a drink in their hand and the loudspeakers, minuscule as they were, were blasting old time rock and roll out across the bay and nearby streets.

The party was underway.

"I totally need to get laid," Madison said, rubbing her inner thigh in what could only be construed as a preliminary step before masturbation. Finally letting go of the fabric on reaching her crotch,

she exclaimed to one and all: "Seriously. I haven't had sex in like a month."

"It's been weeks for me too," Julie added.

"I'm celibate by choice," Gabby said. "I mean, Steve and I have been doing this intense meditation recently, and we're not supposed to have sex for a few months. I'm channeling all of my energy into my practice, and it's been really awesome. I can, like, totally feel the chi moving through my body."

Mark asked himself if Gabby had heard Steve offering her to him for a gratuitous blowjob. She was sitting right there--yes she was stoned, but all the same ...

"How 'bout you, Mark? When was the last time you got laid?" Julie was always direct.

He looked around the compartment and suddenly felt like the asshole. There was nothing to say other than the truth, but he still felt dumb.

"Night before last," he whispered.

"What?" Gabby stared at him in disbelief. "Fuck you. That's so not fair. I'm going up on deck to see if any cute guys are walking past this house of nookie you've got here. This is bullshit."

"What the fuck did he do Gabby?" Steve grunted in surprise as his on again off again fiancé' stormed topside and stared down the pier looking for someone, anyone, or so it seemed.

Mark made everyone except Gabby another drink and waited for her to return to the party which got louder, drunker, and from Mark's perspective somewhat desperate. He excused himself and went to the head and when he returned he found Steve making out with Julie in the galley, leaving him alone with Madison whose short dress had ridden up as she tucked her knees under her arms. She was shorter than Julie by at least a foot, and her feet were smaller than he thought possible. He pictured her kneeling over his face as he opened his mouth between her legs, and in spite of all the drinking he'd done, he found myself getting hard in his jeans.

He leaned back and took a deep breath, wondering how far Steve and Julie would go with Gabby so close. Madison stole a sip of his drink, not that he cared.

It took him a moment to realize she was staring at him, and he wondered what she was thinking. Her face didn't tell him much, but he couldn't look away. Finally, she leaned in and whispered: "Did you really get laid last night?"

"No, it was the night before last."

"Oh ..."

"Yeah," he said, needlessly reaffirming his statement, but opening the door to further questions.

"Was it rough sex?"

"Do you like rough sex? He asked, growing interested in where the conversation was leading.

"Mmmm, sometimes, yeah."

"It was pretty rough from my point of view."

"Did you tear off her clothes?" Madison asked as she began squirming on the bench.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"And she struggled and kicked as you tore off her clothes?"

"Basically," he said.

"And then you fucked her? You held her down, her hands tied above her head, and you fucked her. Did she stop fighting then?"

"Her hands weren't tied, but she let me hold them against the headboard. I think it turned her on to never stop fighting. She would swear at me and scratch as we fucked, and if I let go of her hands she cursed and swore demanding I pin her down. It was important to her I guess."

Madison stared at Mark, but the look in her eyes was much clearer. "That is so fucking hot," she said. She was so close to him by then that they were touching, but neither of them moved a hand. She leaned her head down onto his shoulder for a brief moment before turning around and pulling a small blanket off the shelf behind them. She covered both their legs while Mark stared at her, unsure of what she was doing. Even when her hands vanished beneath the blanket he was still unsure of what was happening.

"Tell me more," she whispered her breathing faster and her voice deeper. "Tell me all about fucking her. Tell me what you did to her."

His hand brushed her bare leg, but rather than move it away she pressed against him. Her other foot was pulled up beneath her, but this one was almost on his lap, which meant that just beneath the blanket she was practically naked. She placed his hand on the inside of her thigh, still looking into his eyes, and Mark began talking again.

"There was one other time ... she wanted me to grab her in a darkened hallway. It was her apartment building ... anyway she wanted to pretend she didn't know it was me grabbing her. I did as she wanted, pulled her into her apartment and kicked the door closed. I was scared someone might see us and call the police, but I did it anyway.

Madison moved his hand further up her thigh until his fingers were just where she wanted them. Mark looked at her in surprise when she pressed his hand against her wet pussy, but she blushed and closed her legs around him, holding him in place.

"Keep going," she whispered.

"Um, yeah ... so I threw her on the bed, and she screamed at me and asked me what the fuck I wanted with her, but I had her back on the bed a second later with my belt around her wrists. I tied it to the headboard and knelt over her, holding her legs still as I tore her shirt off. She struggled and tried to kick, but I pulled off her jeans, and then finally ripped her panties off with my bare hands."

Madison's breathing grew faster and faster, and she was so wet he didn't know what to do. Mark hesitated, should he kiss her, or fuck her? She moaned into his ear, "Keep going I'm so fuckin' close!"

"I was so fucking hard," he whispered. "My fingers moving in and out of her as she circled her clit with her own.

"And then you fucked her?" Madison was right in his ear, her lips against his skin. "Then you just slid your big cock inside her even as she told you no; am I right? Please tell me that's what you did. Please?"

"Yeah," he said. "I moved her so she was between my legs with her back to me, and I opened her thighs again and brought my hand right back to her pussy. I pushed her hair away from her ear as I reached both arms around her, and opened her as widely as I could. Then still fully dressed, I took my cock in hand and told her I was going to fuck her silly."

"Ohhh, you fucker you!" Madison moaned and humped his hand.

"She tried to bite me when I kissed her but I slapped her twice and she stopped trying that shit. I managed to get her legs nice and wide and slammed it in."

"Ugh, you--you--you ..." Madison grunted still humping my hand.

"She screamed again, but she clenched around me all the same. And then I just fucked her as hard as I could. I slapped her face a couple more times and slammed into her without stopping."

"And she never stopped struggling, right?"

Madison was breathing so quickly Mark thought she might pass out. His fingers were inside her and she was drenching his hand and the bench beneath them. She lifted her ass off the bench, pushing harder against him even as she leaned back and kissed the side of his face. "She didn't stop, and you kept fucking her. You fucked her so hard and..."

"And she kept trying to get away," Mark said. "She fought until suddenly she was cumming so hard she couldn't hide it. But I didn't stop as she shook with her orgasm; I kissed her and pulled her to me until I was as deep inside her as I could go."

"Oh fuck, I'm coming," Madison moaned. Mark's fingers were blurred as he jammed them in and out of her sodden cunt. Madison writhed on his lap, clenching and bucking her hips as he wrapped his arms around her.

Then in a strange, almost fiendish voice, Madison demanded: "Tell me you came inside her. Tell me you came in her slutty, little cunt."

"Oh yeah," he said into her ear and neck. "I came all right. I filled her. I've never cum so much in my life."

That did it for Madison. Her legs went slack and her shoulder slumped down against him as she collapsed into his arms. Mark was still throbbing and it was all he could do to refrain from jerking off then and there. But her breathing slowed and she moved his hand to her leg as she returned to the world. She ran her fingers up and down his arm, and he continued to kiss her hair and hold her tightly.

Eventually, she turned just enough to look him in the eye, then leaned in and kissed him on the lips. It was a long, slow kiss with just enough of her mouth for Mark to know she had a divine taste.

"Thanks for the story," she whispered. She flattened her dress, and stood up. She stared at me for a moment longer, and then walked out of the compartment and off the Hoar's Nook into the night.

Mark sat there alone, adjusting his hard on through his tight jeans.

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When Mark woke up the next morning he was hard against Gabby's ass. He had his arms wrapped around her and her hair was a mess in my face. They were on the cushioned bench.

"Get your cock away from my ass," she mumbled, as she rolled away from him. She slowly sat up in the bed before kicking her feet over the edge and standing. Gabby stumbled to the head, not bothering to close the door as she peed, and then came back to bed. Her t-shirt came just to mid-thigh, and she tugged it down as she climbed back in next to him, this time facing him.

"I heard most of your story last night," she said. "You had another drink, probably a big one and zonked out. I caught Steve fucking Julie in the mini kitchen."

"You mean the galley," Mark said correcting her.

"Okay, the galley. He tried explaining to me while his dick was still in her. I wasn't in the mood for any of his bullshit. I just took off my clothes, grabbed a blanket and joined you. It's fucking cold in here, you know?"

Mark laughed and said there's another blanket over there," pointing to a shelf about six inches off the decking. Gabby fetched the blanket and threw it over her shoulders and sat down next to him.