Mornings on Horseback
Book One - Chapter 4
"This is a good movie," Chrissy giggled.
"My favorite." I smiled at him, or more at the stars really. I was laying on my back while him and Mark cooked some hotdogs for us on sharp sticks.
We sitting on a huge soft quilted comforter, spread out over the short grass. Mark had brought it along in the back of his truck. We had a cooler too, with some food in it. Just hot dogs and chips, some cokes. We had a little fire going and it was nice, sitting in our spot. Our special place. The old bridge was just in front of us, lit up by the big orange moon and the creek beneath it gurgled softly. There were still some crickets, but not many, and no frogs this time of year.
"We come out here every weekend," Mark told him. "We say we're going someplace else, but…"
"There's no place better than this," I sighed.
"So how come…I mean, I gotta ask…Why do you guys wanna go out with me?" Chris looked at me, but probably he wanted Mark to answer. It was a guy thing.
"Why not?" I grinned.
"You two are so…perfect, why do you…"
"Oh! Falling star!" I pointed, but it was gone so fast. "I wish…" I laughed and kept it to myself.
"We're just us," Mark shrugged, looking up for a second. "We talked about stuff…"
"We talk about everything," I giggled.
"…Like what would make us happier, or whatever." Mark pulled his hotdog out of the fire, actually two of them, and looked at them closely.
"…And first we were like, maybe having another girlfriend would be kinda cool," I continued. "But Mark's pretty busy anyway and there aren't very many girls around that we really like."
"We like 'em okay," Mark said.
"Yeah, I mean we like them, but not…You know…"
"Okay," Chris shrugged, but maybe he wasn't sure and he was checking the hotdogs he was cooking too.
"So we started thinking about boys, cause you know Stephy." Mark grinned. "She always needs a ride or something."
"I do not!" I sat up a little.
"You do too!" Mark chuckled.
"No way! Don't listen to him," I told Chris and he was smiling at me.
"What?" Mark shook his head and looked across the fire. "What was the first thing she ever asked you, Chrissy?"
"Uh, for a ride," Chris giggled.
"See?" Mark grinned at me. "I rest my case."
"Hah!" I shook my head. "I asked him his name before I asked for a ride."
"That doesn't count!" Mark was pulling the hotdogs off the stick, making little ooch! sounds as he burned his fingertips.
"The first thing I asked," I nodded. "You guys gotta get your stories straight."
"Well maybe…" Chris was taking his hotdogs off too. "But I definitely remember she needed a ride home first thing."
"See? First impressions are forever, Steph." Mark was laughing.
"Yeah, yeah…Well, the only reason I asked was so he'd be at my house when you came over." I sat all the way up. "Remember that?"
"Whatever." Mark waved at me. "Anyway…The point is…What was my point?"
"Your head," I laughed. "Give me my hotdogs."
"I got it. Do you want ketchup or mustard?" Chris was fixing the two he'd made for me.
"Both." I grinned and then stuck my tongue out at Mark. "See? That's a real boyfriend!"
"Oh yeah! Thanks for reminding me." Mark laughed. "The point is, we thought being friends was more important than anything else, so if we had another friend…"
"Like a boy," I added.
"…that we both liked, well, why wouldn't we want to share everything?" Mark looked at Chris. "So when Stephy started talking about you, I was like yeah, he seems pretty cool, let's ask him out."
"So this is like…What? A first date? See if you guys like me?" Chris handed me a paper plate with hotdogs and chips and I smiled at him, setting it down beside me.
"No way," I giggled. "We had that already."
"Yeah," Mark nodded. "It's hard to explain, but I mean it feels right, doesn't it?"
"The three of us together?" I looked at Chrissy, biting a chip slowly.
"Yeah," he nodded. "It feels great."
Chris was putting some more hotdogs on his stick and Mark was already cooking two more. He'd cook the whole package probably, just cause he could eat a lot. And it was so nice just being out there with them. Chris was still kind of uncomfortable, a little shy, but only because he didn't know us really well yet. Mark and I had dated a long time, so we knew what the other one was thinking, practically. After awhile Chris would be like that too.
"Oh! You gotta tell Mark the good news, Chrissy!" I said around a mouthful of hotdog. I'd just remembered and I couldn't even wait until I'd swallowed it.
"What good news?" Mark looked at me.
"Ummph…" I did swallow, hard. "Chrissy will tell you. It's way cool!"
"You mean the…Thing with…Yeah…" Chris giggled sorta nervously, but he shouldn't have been nervous at all.
"What thing?" Mark laughed, turning his hotdogs over the fire slowly.
"Uh…I'm going to be a cheerleader." Chris gave Mark a little shrug. "I think."
"He is!" I clapped my hands happily. "Isn't that cool?"
"A cheerleader?" Mark grinned. "What like Stephy? Pom-poms and a skirt and all that?"
"What?" I frowned. "Don't be silly!"
"No." Chris shook his head, knowing Mark was teasing him. "I hope not anyway."
"I think the boys wear pants and a sweater…They do lifts and stuff, you know?" I explained to Mark.
"That's pretty cool," Mark nodded.
"Yeah, the coach asked me today when I was watching Steph's practice," Chris agreed.
"Ms. Hayden," I said. "She was all over you too, Chris. You can't say no."
"Sooooo…" Mark smiled. "I'm dating two cheerleaders, huh?"
"The two hottest ones!" I giggled and Chrissy blushed.
"No doubt." Mark grinned.
"I just have to figure out how to tell my dad." Chris made a face.
"Ah, he isn't that bad," Mark shrugged and his hotdogs were about cooked.
"Yeah he is!" Chris laughed. "Anyway, I don't know. I'll try and tell him tomorrow at Stephanie's house. Maybe he'll at least try and be cool in front of other people."
"Just tell your dad you fucked me." I grinned at Chris and he looked shocked.
"What?" He glanced at Mark who just smiled.
"Yeah, but not like in front of my dad!" I laughed. "But you know, when you tell him, just say I fucked you so you'd do it, like that's why I'm going out with you."
"Uhhh…" Chris looked at his hotdogs, mostly so he wouldn't have to look at me, I thought.
"What?" I picked up my other hotdog.
"That's not why you did…We did it…Is it?" Chrissy's voice was soft.
"What?" I made a face. "No, of course not! I didn't even think about that."
"I know," Chris nodded quickly. "I just…"
"What's wrong, dude?" Mark looked at him.
"I just never knew anyone like her…Like either of you." Chris cleared his throat. "I feel like I'm kind of dreaming, you know?"
"That's sweet." I smiled at him.
"Well, we're not going to wake you up." Mark smiled at him too.
"Every time I got something good, there was always…I don't know, like a string attached, you know?" Chris was being pretty serious and we nodded. "I just…If you guys are messing with me…"
"We're not," I promised.
"You're my boyfriend, Chrissy," Mark said. "Stephy's too, nobody's gonna mess with you around here."
"Mark will beat ‘em up!" I giggled.
"I will, too!" Mark chuckled.
"Okay." Chris smiled and his hotdogs were cooked. "I…Yeah…Okay"
There really wasn't much more to say about it.--------------------------------------------------------
"What time is it?" I asked no one in particular and neither one of my boyfriends wanted to answer me at first.
So I stopped unbuttoning my dress and gave them a frown in the combined yellowish light of the big rising moon and our little campfire. They were sitting on the comforter, Mark and Chris, watching me as I stood just a few feet in front of them. I was barefoot and a little self-conscious, but only because there were two of them, and that was something different. But I wasn't shy or nervous, if anything I was calm with a sort of happy excitement that wasn't overwhelming at all.
I didn't want it to be…I wanted to remember everything perfectly.
And I had been undressing for them, but just started, when I'd wondered about the time. I had to be back home before one in the morning, which had sounded like a very long time from when we'd started our little adventure at seven, but it wasn't. Not really.
I'd stood up and kicked off my shoes with a smile and stretched for a moment with a happy sigh, teasing my two boyfriends while they watched. My long black hair was loose and the night warm, without even a breeze to disturb it. I had seven buttons on my dress, right down the front, and I started at the top…One and then…Two…
"I said, what time is it?" I asked again, since I'd taken off all my jewelry, including my little Minnie Mouse watch before I'd even gotten out of the truck, probably two hours before.
"Uh…Nine oh four, Steph." Chris tilted his wrist.
"Be time to go home before she gets undressed," Mark teased me.
"Huh?" I stared at him.
"I don't care," Chris sighed. "Look at her."
"Ahhh…" I smiled at Chris. "That's what I like about new boyfriends."
"You're spoiling her, dude." Mark grinned at Chris and he was acting like that on purpose, but I knew he liked watching me just as much as Chrissy did.
"Old boyfriends just don't appreciate me enough," I sighed theatrically. "This is supposed to be slow and sexy."
"It is. You're beautiful Steph." Chris wasn't paying much attention to Mark.
"It's slow, I'll give you that much." Mark chuckled and then he lunged forward, quickly too, and grabbed me around the waist.
"Whooo! Hey! What…Heey…Oh!" I was giggling and screaming and Mark had pulled me down quick to the comforter, putting me somewhat gently, but sorta roughly too, flat on my back between himself and Chris.
"Now this is sexy." Mark was on my right and he grabbed that arm, pulling it above my head.
"This is fun too," Chris nodded and he followed Mark's example, taking my left arm and pulling it up.
"Oh, you guys ruined it," I pouted, but I was smiling too. "I was gonna strip for you."
"You still are." Mark had his hand on my tummy, sliding it up my buttons until he got to the third one down, the one between my breasts.
"You do make it pretty hard to wait, Steph," Chris almost apologized.
"Alright…" I sighed airily. "Hurry up then…Whatever…Somebody kiss me though, before I change my mind."
Chris giggled and started leaning towards me.
"She's bluffing." Mark laughed, undoing my buttons rather nimbly with his big fingers.
"So?" Chris grinned and he did kiss me, putting his soft lips on mine and he kept his eyes open as I let him do it.
I know because I kept mine open too, watching him and letting him do all the work this time. All our other kisses I'd been the one doing it, now it was his turn. Chris licked across my lips lightly at first, and then he grew bold, pushing his tongue slowly into my mouth where I greeted it eagerly with mine.
Mark had my dress unbuttoned quickly and I was shrugging myself out of it, with Mark's help, and giggling while I tried to keep kissing Chris. It was awkward and fun and finally Chris pulled away, smiling and watching as I sat up. My dress was around my waist and I lifted my butt so that Mark could pull it down my long legs.
I reached back with my left hand, holding my bra to my breasts with the right, and unclasped it with a grin and a wiggle of my eyebrows. I held it in place, switching hands only briefly as I slipped my arms through the straps and then I brought my knees up close, keeping my bra against my tits while I hugged my legs. It was all I wore, that loose bra and my panties.
"You guys have to undress too, you know," I told them seriously.
"We will," Mark promised.
"Like tonight?" I giggled. "I'm not getting naked if you guys aren't."
"That's pretty fair," Chris nodded.
He was willing to do anything to make me happy, while Mark was playing devil's advocate, as someone had to and I always liked the way he teased me anyway. But now it was time for some fun, like we didn't have enough all week anyway, but this was our night to really have some time together anyway. Saturday too and Sunday afternoons, but Friday night was my favorite just because it seemed to take forever to get there.
"Come on…" I prodded Mark with a giggle and he was grinning, sitting down and pulling off his cowboy boots.
"It's gonna get chilly in a little bit," Chris said and he was undressing slowly, being willing but a little shy.
"Don't worry, it'll be warm later." Mark looked at him and it was the same sort of look he might have given me, which sent a little quiver through my tummy.
"Yeah," Chris agreed, sort of softly and looking down and he was so cute like that it was almost an ache, like a physical thing inside me.
Mark and I really had talked a lot about stuff like this, about adding a third person to our relationship. I don't know why exactly, or how it had come up. It wasn't like we were bored with each other or anything, far from it. I was happier with him now than I'd ever been. Mark said it was because he wanted to share what we had, like it was too good to keep it a secret just between him and me. He wanted just one person to know what we had and appreciate it, just like he'd appreciate what Chris I would have. And I'd enjoy Mark and Chris and their affection for each other.
Yeah, three people together had to be about perfect, we'd decided, and not that long ago either. Just a few months, during the summer. We'd make love, or sometimes just sit and kiss, and talk about who we both might like. And that was the hardest part, really. Mark was the most special person in the school for me, the whole world maybe. And he felt the same for me, so how we're we going to find someone like that? Boy or girl didn't matter, and we'd talked about that stuff too. I could love another girl, a body was a body, the person was what counted. Although I had to admit I did really want to be with someone I found really attractive…But who wouldn't? That's just common sense.
Lots of people fall in love though, and attraction isn't just looks. It isn't even mostly looks, once you know the person. Believe me, I know. Me and Mark talked about all the other kids in school, girls and boys, and the best looking ones were usually the ones we shook our heads at first, for a variety of reasons. Yeah, it might be nice to kiss so-and-so, but did we want to spend hours talking with him or her? No, definitely not. So our options got less and less and finally there just weren't anymore names on our list.
Until Chris came along. And yeah, we'd picked him mostly cause he looked seriously sweet, cute and sexy, and just hot as heck! But he was new too, so we didn't know him. He could have been a real butthead for all we knew. Or a dork, or an idiot. Shoot, he could have been French for all we knew. But you know what? Me and Mark got so lucky with each other that I guess we just figured it was fate, or destiny, or whatever…We needed someone and there he was. Chris had to be right and now, watching him undress for us in the moonlight at our special place, I knew he was perfect.
"What?" Chris caught me looking at him, because I was thinking about that stuff.
"She's kinda spacey sometimes." Mark laughed and he was undoing the snaps on his shirt
"Huh?" I smiled and felt a little warm. "I was just thinking how lucky we are that Chris moved here."
"I'm pretty glad I moved here too." Chris was kneeling, barefoot in his pants, and he'd pulled off his sweater and the t-shirt he'd worn underneath.
"You're so pretty," I sighed, looking at Chrissy's chest. Not muscular or anything, just toned mostly, and clean without any hair, just his nipples, dark in the moonlight, warmed by the fire.
"He's beautiful." Mark nodded, pulling his shirt off and Chris looked at him, swallowing hard. "You're the hottest boy in school, Chrissy."
"I…Nobody ever called me beautiful before." Chris laughed a little. "Uh…This is kind of strange for me."
"Me too," Mark grinned. "That's okay though, we'll figure it out."
"Yeah," Chris nodded.
Chris was looking at Mark's body which was seriously hard. Not like a body builder, but he had real muscles and you could see them, on his chest and stomach, shoulders, everything. And Mark had just a little thatch of brown hair on his chest, halfway between his nipples, and a thin trail running from his belly button into his pants. They were so different just from the waist up, my two boyfriends; I loved that part of it.
"Here…" Mark said gently, and I knew he was a little nervous too, although he didn't want to show it at all.
"What?" Chris widened his eyes as Mark moved closer to him and reached out to touch his chest.
"I'll undress you, okay?" Mark asked and Chris didn't say anything for a moment.
"Yeah. Okay," Chris finally agreed and he sucked in his tummy a little, looking down as Mark moved his hands down Chris' body, to his khaki trousers.
"I've never done this." Mark smiled at Chris, his voice coaxing the other boy to look up.
"Me neither." Chris licked his lips. "But I want to."
"Me too." Mark undid Chrissy's pants and then he was pushing them down the boy's thighs, so that Chris was wearing just a pair of plain white briefs.
I just sat there smiling with my head turned sideways; resting my cheek on my knees and watching my two boyfriends discover each other. I didn't feel neglected or forgotten or anything. They were doing it for me too and I didn't have to be involved more than I was, just enjoying the sight of them together. It had my heart beating quickly, my skin flushed and my sex moist between my thighs.
It was pretty special.--------------------------------------------------------
Chris giggled softly, which was a sound I'd only dreamt of until I'd met him. He was sitting down now, with his legs straight and in the air, while Mark pulled his khaki pants off the boy's feet. It was insanely sexy watching my two boyfriends together and I tightened my tummy muscles, but I was looking for the ones a little lower, actually.
"Okay…Um, your turn." Chris moved so he could undo Mark's belt.
"Yeah." Mark smiled, kneeling with his body straight, watching Chrissy's hands move tentatively to undo his pants.
Neither one of them were gay, although I suppose people would disagree with us there. Or maybe they were, it didn't matter a whole lot either way. Mark and Chris were friends, boyfriends, and if they wanted to express it sexually, what was the big deal with that? They were even falling in love with each other, I thought, just like I already had with both of them.
Mark's jeans came down slowly, since they were a little tight around his muscular thighs, but that was nice too. Chris peeled the denim down almost tenderly, leaving Mark naked in his loose white boxers. Mark sat down, much as Chris had a few moments before, and Chris pulled off the other boy's pants completely, over one foot at a time.
Now we were all in our underwear and Mark looked at me, then Chris followed his gaze, and we all smiled at each other.
"Keep going," I giggled. "I'm having fun."
"You sure?" Mark grinned at me. "Not getting lonely?"
"Nope." I shook my head slightly. "Not at all. I just want to watch for awhile."
Mark looked at Chris and our blonde boyfriend just shrugged and smiled. That was enough for Mark, and he was always a little aggressive anyway, it was just the way he was. So I wasn't surprised when he reached for Chris, pulling him down to the comforter.
They sat together at first, and Mark put his arms around the boy, just stroking Chrissy's back and inviting him to do the same. Chris moved a hand to Mark's shoulder, then the other one and they were looking at each other, maybe thinking of their first kiss, the one the previous night in Mark's pickup truck.
I held my breath when they kissed again, Mark pulling Chris close against him, his mouth finding his boyfriend's, and Chris gave us a soft moan, yielding his lips to Mark's tongue. I saw his fingers tightening against Mark's strong shoulders, squeezing the bigger boy and encouraging Mark to kiss him deeper.
It was incredibly hot watching Mark, who was so big and strong, making out with Chris, who seemed smaller and soft in comparison. I slipped my hand down between my thighs, unable to help myself at last, and I rubbed my pussy through my panties, feeling a damp spot that had already grown there.
Mark and Chrissy moved slowly, without breaking their kiss, to lay down just a few feet in front of me. They were on their sides, Mark's back to me, but not really hiding anything as I was sitting up. I could see and hear them just fine. The sound of their breathing, punctuated with soft happy moans and sighs, the occasional wet sounds of their mouths and tongues working together.
I watched their hands playing across each other's skin, slowly at first, cautiously exploring. They'd never touched another boy this way, neither of them, and had probably never really wanted to. That was the cool part. They weren't gay at all, at least not in the sense that they wanted sex with other boys; they just wanted to share themselves with one another. If Mark and Chris were gay it was just for each other. I understood that instinctively and I was sure they did as well; it would have been the same for me if Chris had been a girl.
I smiled as I saw Chris' foot sliding along Mark's calf, he had soft brown hair on his legs, and Chris had thin blonde hair, so fine it was almost invisible. Their bodies were close now, their hips together and I knew they must be excited, their cocks hard and aching, trapped within their underwear, rubbing together while the two boys kissed.
Mark's left hand was low now, on Chrissy's hip and further, massaging the boy's ass, which was as sweet and round and pert as any girl's at school, mine included. I'd noticed Chris' butt right away and so had a lot of other people, other girls and probably some of the boys. But it was Mark who was squeezing it now, grabbing Chris' firm round cheeks with his big left hand, bringing Chris to groan with pleasure and thrust his hips against Mark as they lay there.
Chris was the one who reached for cock first, sliding his hand between them and I smiled at seeing Mark's body jerk, just a little, and he lifted his mouth with a gasp and a soft chuckle. Chris had his hand inside Mark's boxers, his fingers finding that big throbbing cock and I saw Chris' eyes go a little wide. I knew he was surprised by what he'd found. Mark was big down there, full sized like a grown man would be proud of, and I knew exactly how hot and heavy it would feel in the boy's hands.
"Jesus, that's big." Chris giggled and Mark laughed.
"Here…Take these off…" Mark breathed, pushing his boxers down with one hand.
Chris helped him, both of my boyfriends moving, sitting up once more like we had all the time in the world, and then they took off Chrissy's briefs as well, so that they were both completely naked. They were both completely hard too, their cocks straining and so beautiful and different. Mark's was big and thick and jutting straight out from his thick brown pubic hair. Chrissy's cock was smaller, but still nice sized, and not so thick. It curved a little, pointing upward and he had a thin patch of light brown pubic hair around the base of it.
The two boys knelt there for a few minutes, giving me their profiles as they faced each other, just touching and smiling and enjoying the moment, the experience of being with someone else, someone the same but different. Chris kissed Mark lightly, on his lips and then bent to kiss the boy's chest, licking Mark's skin, moving to his left nipple. Mark cradled Chrissy's head, arching his back slightly as he felt his new boyfriend's mouth sucking at his skin, at his sensitive areole.
Then Chris moved to the other one and I could see Mark's nipple was hard and shiny wet with Chris' spit. After a minute the right one was the same and Mark lifted Chrissy's face so they could kiss again, still kneeling and I stared as they pressed themselves close, their cocks touching each other, sliding back and forth, the swollen heads pressing against the other's tummy, or thigh, or down lower. Mark's cock slide beneath Chrissy's and he found himself prodding gently against his new boyfriend's balls.
It must have felt good because neither of them wanted to do anything else for a while. They made out and moved their hips, almost like fucking, but more like just touching, caressing each other not only with their mouths and hands, but with their chests rubbing, their cocks sliding and poking. It was hot and almost indescribable, like a dream and I was trying to keep from cumming, I swear. I was just rubbing myself lightly, trying to avoid my clit, but I was so close right then that I wanted to scream.
"Do this…" Mark sighed at one point, after they'd been making out like that for at least ten minutes.
He reached down, grabbing both of their cocks in his big gentle hand and Chris sucked a little breath as his cock was suddenly pressed tight against Mark's. And he was stroking them together, Mark moving his hand slowly back and forth, staring into Chrissy's eyes, jerking the both of them off as one.
"That feels good," Chris nodded, licking his lips.
"Yeah, real good, doesn't it?" Mark smiled. "Your cock is so hot."
"Yours too," Chris said. "I never thought I'd ever do this stuff…"
"Me neither," Mark agreed.
"…I mean with another guy." Chris grinned.
"I know." Mark sucked his top lip briefly. "Do you want me to suck it?"
"Do you want to?" Chris widened his eyes, dark in the moonlight.
"Yeah," Mark nodded.
"I want to suck yours too," Chris told the other boy.
"Same time?" Mark asked and when Chris nodded Mark grinned. "Like this then, on our sides like before."
Except this time they were turned opposite directions, head to feet, and I had to rub my clit then. I couldn't stop myself. Mark and Chris, my two boyfriends, were holding each other's hard cocks, lying by the fire under a big yellow moon, and I pulled my panties aside, Jilling my clit hard.
Watching them take each other into their mouths for the first time brought me off. Seeing Chris's sexy mouth stretched wide around Mark's big dick, taking him inside slowly, carefully, that was so good. And at the other end, Mark was doing the same, holding Chrissy's hard cock in his fist and kissing the tip first, licking it experimentally and finally taking the boy into his mouth…I moaned loudly, tilting my head to the stars and thumbing my clit with one hand while I rubbed my greasy labia with the other.
It had to be a lot like going to heaven, I thought, except better.
I lost my bra someplace in that orgasm, as I'd had to straighten my legs and fall back to lie down. Sitting up was just too much work when I was cumming like that. I didn't know if I had my eyes open or closed, I mean the view was the same either way. Blackness and stars, pinpricks of brilliant light, and somewhere off to my right a big old moon looking so close I could almost touch it. The world could have ended right then. One of those asteroids could have landed on me and I wouldn't have cared. My life was too perfect to go on; everything that came after was going to be diminished by our new experiences that night…Or so it seemed at the time. I guess that's why it's called the little death, maybe.
I was vaguely aware that Chris and Mark had stopped playing with each other long enough to watch me cum and I sat up on my elbows, blinking at them and giggling.
"Don't stop cause of me," I breathed.
"Okay." Mark grinned and teased me with a shrug, turning back to suck Chrissy's cock some more apparently.
"Are you okay, Steph?" Chris asked me and then he gasped. "Ohhh…Ah!"
"Perfect." I smiled and let myself back down, watching stars and listening to my boyfriends sucking each other's cocks.
I lifted my knees and peeled my panties off, tossing them aside with my bra, which had ended up beneath my butt somehow, and then straightening my legs, feeling the cool night air wash over my feverish body. My pussy was wet, my thighs damp, and my clit still buzzing. I ignored it, playing with my nipples instead, which I always liked to do, and they were hard and puffy, flashing hot and cold. I pinched them gently, pulling them a little, and feeling good inside and out.
We were going to be doing this a lot, I knew. The three of us, making love in one way or another, all year long, and next year, and then…Who could say? Not me. But just for today was good enough, tomorrow would take care of itself. Today was always where we lived and right then I was smiling and feeling my body burn with feverish excitement.
I turned onto my side, propping my head on my elbow and watched them, still in their 69, still learning how to suck each other's cocks. I wondered if Chris would have any better luck with Mark's big penis than I did. It was just too large for me to really suck the way I wanted to, but Chris was a little bigger than me, so maybe he could make Mark feel really good. I hoped so; Mark never complained, but he deserved better.
I knew Chris was feeling nice anyway. I could see Mark's mouth on Chrissy's cock and he had most of it, all but the last inch or so in his mouth, and Mark was enjoying it. He sucked Chris' cock nice, keeping the boy in his closed mouth and breathing through his nose. He'd learned quickly and Chris was loving it, thrusting with his hips a little and I grinned because I knew the boy had to be getting close. Mark was going to get a nice surprise in a minute or two.
I debated on whether or not I should join them. I could have just gotten up against Mark's back, pressed my breasts against him, put my mouth close to his ear. I could have told Mark how hot it was making me to see him and Chris making love like that, how sweet it was to see Chrissy's hard cock fucking Mark's hungry mouth. And when Chris was cumming I might have told Mark to keep sucking, to show Chris how much he loved him and swallow our boyfriend's cum.
But it was their turn; their first time together and I didn't want to spoil it for them. Not that I would have ruined it that way, not at all. Mark would have loved it and Chris wouldn't have cared, but still, I just wanted to watch. It wasn't about me having two boyfriends. Our relationship was about the three of us all sharing each other, and I wanted Chris and Mark to be as close to each other as I was with each of them. I supposed it would take a long time before Chris was ever as close to us as Mark and I were to each other, and maybe he never would be, but I was really going to try and make it happen.
"Uhhmmm…I'm…Going to cum…" Chris was panting, lifting his head from Mark's cock.
"Mmmpphh…" Mark made a muffled sound, but he wasn't letting Chris go and that was seriously neat. He didn't need any encouragement from me. Mark knew exactly what he wanted to do.
Chris was fucking Mark's mouth now, that's the only word for it really. He was pushing with his hips, groaning and getting closer and closer to orgasm. And Mark held the other boy tight, not really fighting that motion, but just trying to keep Chris from fucking him too hard. And then Chris gasped and his hips shot forward and Mark suddenly coughed, or gagged maybe, cause I knew his mouth was rapidly filled to overflowing with hot boy cum.
It squirted out of the corners of Mark's mouth and I could see Mark's throat working as he swallowed. But his face was red because he couldn't breathe and there had to be so much cum, there was no way Mark could swallow all of it. He pulled his creamy mouth off Chris' cock with a wet gasp and sucked air. He swallowed hard and sperm was running from Mark's smiling lips. He held Chris' cock in his hand, massaging it with small squeezes, and after a few seconds Mark's mouth went back to it, licking and sucking, cleaning his boyfriend up after a good orgasm the way a real boyfriend should.
I could have cum again probably, right then as I watched Mark eating his first ever load of Chris' sperm, but I was content to tease myself. I was squeezing my thighs together and just playing with my tits while I watched, licking my sympathetic lips and swallowing as if I could taste Chrissy's sweet teen sperm myself. I'd promised the boy that I'd give him his first blowjob, and eat his cum, but it had been Mark instead. That was okay, I didn't think Chris minded all that much.
Especially when they kissed after Mark had cleaned Chris up nice, so well in fact that Chrissy's cock had never really gone soft. But they wanted to kiss again and so they did, Chris eagerly accepting Mark's spermy tongue into his mouth, tasting himself on his boyfriend's lips. That had to be seriously hot for those guys and I wasn't jealous, just a tad envious. But I knew my turn would come soon enough.--------------------------------------------------------
"Do you want to fuck?" I heard Mark's husky voice asking Chris, and it was obvious what Mark wanted.
He was squeezing Chrissy's sweet round ass with both of his hands, moving his hips so that his hard ruddy cock slid wetly up and down and across Chrissy's soft flat tummy. They'd been kissing long and deep while I'd watched with pleasure, rubbing my quivering sex and barely able to breathe. My two boyfriends looked so good together, so perfect for each other.
"Do you want to?" Chris licked his lips, staring into Mark's dark brown eyes.
"Yeah. God yeah," Mark breathed. "Let me put it inside, okay?"
He was kissing Chris again, pulling the smaller boy against his muscular chest, rubbing Chrissy's ass, maybe even fingering him, I couldn't tell, but it was hot. I was more than ready for some attention of my own, to tell the truth, but I could wait a little bit longer. I could wait forever maybe, if it meant I could watch Mark and Chris make love in front of me.
"Will it hurt?" Chris pulled his mouth away, panting and he was feeling it, the same desire for Mark that I had.
"Yeah," Mark told Chris honestly. "But I'll be careful, okay?"
"I want to do it…" Chris was nodded, but he sounded unsure.
"Just try for me, one time…." Mark kissed the boy's neck, up to his ear, nibbling it while he held Chrissy close.
"I love you," Chris sighed.
"I love you too." Mark kissed Chrissy's soft blonde hair and Chris had his chin on Mark's shoulder, his eyes closed and smiling.
"Okay," Chris said a half a minute later, after he'd caught his breath and thought hard about it. "I'll do it, okay."
"Come here, lie down with me." I smiled, patting the comforter beside me.
I couldn't stop myself. I thought I could just sit there and watch and be happy with that, but I needed to be close to them. The night was passing too fast and I'd been watching for so long. I loved them both and wanted them and if Mark was going to fuck Chris, I wanted to share it somehow. More than I already had.
"Yeah, lie down with Stephy." Mark grinned, but only reluctantly letting go of Chrissy's ass.
"Make out with me a little," I giggled and lifted my right arm as Chris joined me, laying down on his right side.
I was on my left side, propped up on my left elbow with my legs slightly spread. My left leg straight, my right up and bent at the knee, exposing my glistening pink pussy for my boyfriends to admire by the firelight.
"Hi." Chris lay on his right side, facing me with a smile that was almost shy.
"Hi." I smiled back at him warmly.
"Hey." Mark grinned and he was lying down behind Chris on his right side as well, facing the other boy's back, so that Chris was between us.
"I thought you guys forgot all about me." I made a frowny face, but then I laughed and spoiled it.
"I used to dream about you," Chris said softly and he sounded so serious, almost wistful.
"You did?" I bit my bottom lip and moved closer so that the tip of Chrissy's cock was touching my tummy and I played my fingers over his lips.
"I just didn't know it was you." Chris caught my finger between his lips and kissed it tenderly.
"You ever dream about me?" Mark asked, teasing Chris as he moved his hand around to feel our boyfriend's stomach and chest.
"Uh…" Chris giggled.
"That's so sweet," I sighed, staring into Chris' eyes and replacing my fingers with my mouth.
"Nobody ever dreams about me," Mark grumbled softly and he was kissing Chris' shoulder, playing his hand across Chris' nipple, pinching it gently and I felt Chris moving slightly.
"Ughmmm…" Chris groaned and I pulled away from him, letting my tongue linger for a heartbeat across his open lips.
"What is it?" I asked him.
"Mark wants to fuck me." He swallowed hard. "He is fucking me."
"I can't help it." Mark shrugged with a smile and I realized he was pressing his big cock against Chrissy's butt from behind, between our boyfriend's firm round cheeks.
He wasn't really doing anything, but poking around and thrusting like he was looking for something in particular, like Chrissy's virgin anus. Chris was helping him too, a little anyway. He'd lifted his left leg, mirroring me really, and giving Mark a little better access to his ass.
"It'll be okay," I promised Chris. "Mark's got a big dick, but he's careful. We did it like that before."
"I'll be extra careful, I swear." Mark was leaning over Chris, reaching for his chin so he could turn Chrissy's mouth to his.
"You did?" Chris managed to ask me, just before Mark's lips closed over his and they were kissing hard.
And while they were doing that, Mark had brought his left hand back, reaching down so he could guide his cock to the right place. I knew Mark and he was patient enough when he had to be, but when he wanted to fuck he could be sort of greedy too. Of course I was even worse, so I didn't really mind, but I thought maybe Chris might have wanted a little more time. Maybe a little more of my tongue in his mouth, but that was just me probably. I was seriously horny too.
"Mmmmphh…" Chris' body went tight and he winced slightly, but wouldn't break the kiss.
Mark had found the boy's asshole and was pushing hard now, his strong arm around Chrissy's body, holding him tight against his own. I knew that feeling, the way Mark's cockhead seemed huge and hot, powerful like all the rest of him, and I reached down to grab Chrissy's penis in my gentle hand, massaging it while I lowered my mouth to kiss his suddenly flushed and trembling body.
I was vaguely aware of Mark's soft grunts, muffled by Chris' mouth, and my big boyfriend wasn't thrusting so much as he was just pushing, applying constant and unrelenting pressure against Chrissy's tight little butthole so that his cock could force its way inside, slowly but surely. Only after several minutes, when I think they were both desperate for cool fresh air, did Mark finally pause and lift his mouth.
"Oh! I feel it…" Chris made a face, kind of a mix of pain and pleasure and a little bit of disbelief maybe.
"You're tight, Chrissy…Jesus…" Mark nodded sucking the night air into his lungs.
"Is it inside him?" I asked Mark, looking up at him as I pressed my cheek to Chris' chest, listening to his strong heart beating rapidly.
"Yeah, just a little." Mark said with a smile.
"He's in me a lot." Chris closed his eyes. "It burns."
"I know." I kissed his body. "It hurts a lot at first."
"But it feels so good too." Mark chuckled, like he'd know. He's the one who'd done all the pushing, Chris was doing all the real work.
"For you maybe," Chris giggled weakly.
"It'll feel good for you too, I promise." Mark kissed his shoulder.
"Do you want me to suck your cock while Mark fucks you?" I asked Chris, because he was still very hard and I wanted to make him feel good.
"Yeah, suck his cock, take his mind off it." Mark smiled at me.
"Just don't forget, Mark." I grinned at him, sliding down while Chris watched me.
"Forget what?" Mark asked, narrowing his eyes a little.
"After you fuck Chrissy, you're going to be the only virgin left." I giggled and stuck my tongue out at him, but really I was just licking at the tip of Chris' cock too as I turned my body around.
"Heh!" Chris grinned at Mark. "I'm going to love fucking you."
"Oh yeah?" Mark smiled. "Then don't complain when I do…This…Ugh!"
He pushed hard with his hips, staring into Chrissy's eyes, and forcing another half inch or more of his thick cock inside Chrissy's rectum so that our blonde boyfriend gasped with surprise.
"Yeah…Fuck me…Just do it…Fuck me hard…okay?" Chris was nodding and he just wanted it now.
"Kay…I'll fuck you, Chrissy…Tight ass little…Ughhhmmm…Fuck yeah…" Mark gave a soft groan, and he was doing it hard, pulling back just a bit, and then stabbing forward with his cock.
I watched that dark shaft jutting between Mark's legs as it disappeared into Chrissy's ass. It was just inches from my face while I sucked Chris off slowly, tenderly, savoring the taste of the boy in my mouth, his flavor just a little different than Mark's. I held Chrissy's balls out of the way, pulling them carefully and feeling the soft skin being tugged every time Mark fucked his cock inside Chris' stretched anus.
"Ow…Mmmm…Ah…Ohhh…God…" Chris was making a lot of noise, a lot of little ohhs and ahhs, punctuated with Mark's heavier grunts.
I was moaning myself, softly like a happy kitten, sucking Chrissy's cock in time with Mark's thrusts. He was going a little faster, but Mark was being careful too, and slow, or as slow as a seventeen year old boy full of sperm could be. Chris was feeling every inch of Mark, I knew that, but I was kind of surprised by how well he was taking his boyfriend's big cock. Every time we did it like that I thought Mark was splitting my butt in two.
Chris was sore though, no doubt, and he winced with pain when Mark pushed inside too hard, but caught in between us as he was, Chris really looked like he was enjoying the new experience too. His cock certainly was. Chris was hard as ever and I loved the way I could suck very nearly all of him into my hungry mouth. I was used to Mark's big fat dick and now with Chris it suddenly seemed like I had all the room in the world.
I used my tongue against the shaft, along the top of Chrissy's dick since I was turned around sort of, not in a real sixty-nine, but almost. I wanted to be able to see Mark's cock while I sucked Chris, so I'd moved myself and I might have been able to push my sex close enough that Chris could kiss it, except he was busy kissing Mark. I didn't mind, it was good enough for me just to know Chris was getting off on my mouth.
And probably if I'd been turned the other way, the regular way, I could have deep throated Chris, because he was about the same size as that banana I'd practiced with, and even the same shape, more or less. That was going to be really nice if I could do that, I thought, for both of us. This was fine for the moment though, as I said, just sucking Chrissy's cock while Mark fucked him harder now that Chris was a little more used to it.
I could see Mark getting not quite all of his cock inside Chris' tight little ass, but a lot of it, more than half anyway, and Mark's strokes weren't very long at all. Just a few inches back and forth, but those must have been the ones that counted, because they were making out like fiends. The two boys looked like they'd been lovers for a lot longer than just a couple days, that was for sure.
"Like this…Get down a little…" I heard Mark saying, all hot and breathless and Chris was gasping his approval and I had no choice but to get out of the way.
It might have seemed a little rude, since I was seriously getting into sucking Chrissy's cock right about then, but they were the ones making love, so I didn't complain. Besides, it was pretty exciting to watch as Mark rolled Chris onto his stomach, keeping his cock deep inside Chrissy's ass while they moved, until Mark was straddling Chris' prone body.
I sat back and rubbed myself, licking my lips and staring as Mark pressed his weight down on our boyfriend's back, grabbing Chris' shoulders from underneath and putting his face close to the other boy's. Mark grunted hard and Chris groaned loudly, and I moved so I could see between their legs in the dim light. Mark was going to give Chris all of his cock, every bit of it he could take, which was more than I'd ever tried to do with Mark in my butt.
Mark thrust hard, over and over, and each time they made soft noises and Mark was fucking Chris now. Riding him the way he wanted to, forcing his thick long cock all the way inside so that Chris could feel it bottom out, or so it seemed to me. He couldn't have been that deep inside and Mark was extra long that way. Our blonde boyfriend would jerk, and gasp, and his body contract with the sudden sensation of having Mark's penis fully imbedded in his rectum, so far inside that Mark's sperm heavy sack pressed against Chrissy's balls.
I fucked myself with two fingers, thumbing my clit and nodding happily. I was going to cum any second and Mark was fucking Chris faster, harder, making love to his new sweetheart the way a boyfriend should. He was going to cum too, shooting his sperm deep inside Chrissy's hot willing ass. It was going to be good and Chris was fucking him back, or at least trying to, smiling sometimes, making ouchy faces at others, and breathing hard while whispering words that I couldn't make out.
Chris had his left arm up, bent back so he could hold Mark's head and neck. They were kissing again and I could see their tongues working eagerly against each other. Mark's ass was moving back and forth, his hips driving that big cock of his deep inside Chris until finally he gave a muffled moan, a final hard thrust and I knew Mark was cumming. Chris wriggled happily beneath him, mindless of whatever pain he might have been feeling. He was feeling Mark's cock shooting inside his bowels, flooding his sore and tender ass with hot sperm for the very first time in his life. That had to be good for the boy, and worth every bit of discomfort he'd suffered.
I was cumming too, my fingers a blur over my clit and labia, rubbing myself almost violently until I couldn't do it anymore. I could just squeeze my thighs together hard around my hand, trapping it to my spasming cunt, and everything was hot all over. I was cumming good again, getting myself off while my two boyfriends savored the consummation of their love.