Mark’s Lucky Streak – Part 1

Oogleking here, and I’ve been spending a lot of time reading erotica on this and a few other sites in recent weeks, and I decided I wanted to give it a shot. Please post comments below, I’d really appreciate ideas for a possible sequel to the story. Enjoy!

Mark’s Lucky Streak – Part 1

Bored. Mark was, to say the least, bored. He’d spent the majority of his summer playing video games in his room, -or “The Cave” as his mother had grown to call it- jacking off, working out, trying to get ass around his city, jacking off and hanging out with his best friend Caleb. So, when he constantly complained of boredom, his mothers’ and Calebs’ confusion was apalling.
So you can imagine, when Caleb ran in to his room screaming unintelligably about something on that musky august day, Mark was intrigued. “Dude! Dude dude dude! Big opportunity, hurry your ass up and follow me!” Mark obliged, because in his state anything would be better than Xbox and porn. “What’s the deal?” He asked, already excited for some change in the monotony. “Just come with me and watch!” They were about five blocks away from Mark’s house when Caleb crossed the street, and jogged through the bushes of a large imposing house whose occupants Mark had never met. Well, that wasn’t true, his last girlfriend Melanie had lived there until her dad got a job cross-country and packed up the whole family. Mark hadn’t wanted to go near the place again, and the new owners hadn’t asserted themselves in the neighborhood.
“Dude, what are we doing at Melanie’s old house?” He asked, not offended, but confused. “Okay, okay, this is kind of wierd, but I was walking Danny through the alley, and I saw something AWESOME. Here, just follow me, and you can thank me later.” Mark walked through the bushes, thrown off by the new fence that the owners had installed. It was strangely tall, about seven feet off the ground, and had no gaps. However, the sounds that came to his ears made him forget. It sounded like someone was getting fucked, and loving it. Being a sixteen-year-old guy, the blood started pumping towards his dick. He tried to ignore it since his shorts were very flimsy, and he had sadly chosen today to go commando. An erection could be very awkward, but those moans wouldn’t quit, and Mark wanted to see what was happening.
“Okay, okay, come over here, but before you look: How cool am I?” Caleb gestured towards a small knot hole in the wooden panels, and Mark took a peak. His dick shot up in his pants. There was a woman- she looked to be about thirty-five, black hair, and small but very perky tits- and she was writhing in pleasure at her own hands. She had a pink dildo halfway in her pussy in one hand, while the other tweaked her left nipple. As she continued, she slowly arched her back on the lawn chair that supported her, clearly nearing her climax. “Dude! Move over!” Caleb whispered as he shoved Mark to the side to get a clear view of the woman. Mark fell, right in to the tall bush that was shielding the two from the public eye. Shit, those things could make a lot of noise, thought Mark, as Caleb turned, horrorstruck. “Who’s there?!” The obviously dissapointed temptress called, and as Caleb began to run, Mark could hear the uhnlatching of the back gate, some twenty feet down the fence.
Mark stood, well, attempted to stand, but the waistband of his shorts was caught in the low-hanging branches of the plant. Just as the peeved masturbator opened the gate and stepped out- now wearing a white bath robe that she had clearly discarded earlier- her eyes met his. “What were you doing?! Staring at me on my private property, you fucking pervert!” Mark panicked, he attempted to stand, but only succeeded at tangling his shorts further in the bush. Did the branches get caught in my pocket or some shit?, thought Mark, and his mind pulled a blank. He stammered, then just started wriggling violently, attempting to free himself from both the bush and major embarassment. All the while, Mark couldn’t help but notice that the woman’s bath robe had slipped while she stalked towards him, and he had a full view of her still-parted pussy lips as she stood over him menacingly.
“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” She inquired, looking him over, Mark thought he saw her eyes rest on his crotch, but he chalked that up to his own horny brain. Just as the woman came to a stop right in front of him, Mark gave an allmighty wrench, and was freed from the bush! Or so he thought, for a scant moment, before he felt a slight breeze, and looked down to see that his shorts hadn’t been untangled, he’d just stepped out of them; revealing his swollen, sweaty, 8-inch cock to this total stranger.