Mornings on Horseback
Book One - Chapter 8
We didn't even get undressed, which always seemed kind of sexy to me. Like only a really bad girl would have sex while she was still fully clothed, but I don't know why it seemed like that to me. I'm sure lots of good girls had plenty of sex without getting naked in a soft bed someplace. Bad girls probably had all kinds of naked sex too.
There was something about just dropping my pants down to my knees though, getting on all fours in the back of Mark's pickup truck, and doing it…Mmmm…It turned me on something fierce. And I was on my hands and knees, with Chrissy's cock in my mouth and Mark behind me, pushing his cock inside my pussy slowly, being careful at first the way he had to be. It was just too big for me otherwise.
Two boys at once, I was getting to like that a lot. It did make me feel bad, like a slut, even though I knew I wasn't one. But it was a fantasy, and everybody has those. This was one of mine, being a slut for two boys at the same time, willing to fuck both of them and liking the way Mark and Chris could see each other doing me, knowing that I was loving it.
This was a great way to do it too. I could suck Chris really good, because his cock was the right size for my hungry mouth. It even had a bit of a curve to it, like those bananas I liked to practice with once in awhile, when no one was around of course. And I was able to get my throat open for a real cock, for the first time in my life that night. The angle was perfect for it, and I just kind of swallowed and pushed my mouth down and Chrissy's cockhead eased right inside so that I could feel my face right up against his warm body, and I held him like that while he stroked my hair and groaned.
Mark was fucking me right too. He held my hips in his big strong hands, holding me steady while he did all the work. My boyfriend pushed his cock inside my tight hot pussy slow and steady, not all the way, but a little farther with each thrust until I finally opened up for him, way down deep inside. I made some extra room that I didn't know I had, or more like Mark's big cock just forced me to, and he groaned as well, feeling my sex tight all around him.
I was being fucked by both of them, just like we'd been doing it all day long, and if I wasn't a slut…God, I wanted to be. Not for any boy who came along, just for Mark and Chris, my two boyfriends. I was their slut Stephanie, the prettiest girl in the county, the reigning beauty queen, and everybody's favorite virgin. Nobody else in the world knew what we were doing, how I was deep throating Chris and getting better at it with every passing minute. Or how my pussy was clamped down tight on Mark's long thick penis, refusing to let him go because I was a slut and needed that hard cock inside me.
Nobody knew that stuff and it was sending chills up my spine and making my tummy do little flip-flops. I must have come like ten times already that day, but I was going to do it again. I swallowed spit and precum, breathing through my nose, or sometimes just opening my mouth as wide as I could, gasping around Chrissy's cock while it rested on my tongue for a second. The wetness would run from my lips then, down my chin to splatter softly on the cool metal bed beneath us. It was sloppy and I loved sucking Chris' cock, even more than I liked Mark's, but only because I could suck every inch of him.
Mark's cock worked my pussy sweetly though, I was in love with that too. It felt great fucking Chris down there in my little sex, but right then I was thinking it was Mark's cock that fitted me best, but I'd be changing my mind about that the rest of my life probably, depending on which one of my boyfriends happened to be fucking me. Mark pulled it back slow and pushed it in hard, making soft slapping sounds as his bare thighs hit mine. Both my boyfriends had dropped their pants, just like I had, and that seemed sort of slutty too, fucking two boys who didn't even bother getting undressed.
Chris was feeling good and I didn't mind when he held my head in his hands and started moving his hips. The sensation of his cock going into my tight virgin throat must have been seriously nice for him and he wanted to cum. So I let him fuck my mouth, pushing and pulling his cock between my tight lips. Not all the way, but just enough to really feel good for both of us. I wriggled my tongue under and around it, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked him. Chris was going to cum soon and fill my mouth with his sperm and I wanted it.
Just like I wanted Mark to fill my pussy with his hot cum, and he wasn't going to take too long either. He loved fucking me from behind and I think it not only felt best for him, but he could look down and see my pussy around his cock, my tight pink labia being pulled out as he withdrew, sticking to the shaft sort of, clinging to Mark's cock and being stretched cause they didn't want to let him go. And then he'd give it a hard push, rocking me forward a bit as his cock drove deep inside me, his cockhead working against the soft pillow of my cervix and making me gasp.
Mark knew how to fuck me; he knew everything about me, because we'd been doing it a long time already. He made me cum, him and Chris, and I was pushing myself back, grinding my ass like I really was trying to screw something long and fat and hard into the tender socket of my womb. I was making muffled noises, happy ones, eager sounds of pleasure around Chris' cock while he held my head tighter now, groaning and smiling and fucking my mouth.
I could barely stay up it seemed like. My whole body was shaking and it wasn't cold outside anymore, it was hot like a summer day, and I was sweating and feverish. Balloons were popping in my tummy and I had to move, like it was impossible to stay still. I fucked Mark hard and sucked Chris without any real thought or intention. I was just doing it with most of my mind lost in the feel good sensations that washed through me.
"Oh, Steph…I'm gonna cum…" Chris told me and I opened my throat for him one more time, wanting to know what that would feel like.
He was cumming and his cock was there, all the way inside me with the smooth swollen head pressed into my throat. I barely tasted his sperm at all and I held my breath, trying to swallow but all that did was work the muscles around Chrissy's cock, making it even better for him as his sperm spurted warm and thick straight into my tummy.
Mark was cumming too and he didn't say anything, he just groaned sharply, slamming his cock inside me so hard it really did hurt, but just for a second and that was forgotten quickly. It felt good, too good when I felt Mark's sperm flooding my pussy. He was deep, all the way to the bottom of my tight little cunt, and his creamy stain spread through me, shooting through the neck of my cervix and into my womb. He always got me so deep like that, that cum would stay inside me for a long time too. Even if I took a bath, I wouldn't get all of it out.
I loved that part of our sex a lot.
"Oh Jesus…I think my balls are broke…" Chris was laughing and catching his breath.
I pulled my mouth off his penis slowly and I was all red-faced and happy too, panting for cool air and feeling wetness run from my open lips, down my chin and dripping to the bed of Mark's truck. We had a little puddle there now and that was funny.
"Don't move yet…" Mark breathed, stroking his hands across my back. "…Just let me stay inside a little bit."
"Yeah," I nodded weakly and I didn't mind.
It felt good having Mark's cock still there, buried in my trembling pussy. He'd go soft soon enough and slip out of me. We'd had a lot of sex today, and the day before. My boyfriends had to be running low on sperm, I thought, but they were just teenagers too, so who knows. Mark had fucked me five times in one day before, but only once. Usually we just did it twice, or three times.
Now I had two of them and that was really a lot of sex. My period was coming though and that made me horny. I always wanted sex when I was on too, but Mark was pretty shy about my pussy then, which I found kind of frustrating. It was just a period and no big deal, but being a boy I guess he felt a little different about it than I did. I wondered what Chris would think of it, if he'd be willing to have sex even though I menstruating. It was a little messy maybe, but it felt so good the one time I'd talked Mark into it. Maybe Chris wouldn't mind at all, that would be cool.
More than likely though he would mind and that made me shrug, mentally anyway, but it didn't make me mad or anything. We could still make out and I'd suck him off, like I did Mark when I was on. That was okay too and I knew Chris wouldn't mind another blowjob or two, or ten. He was all smiles after that blowjob I'd just given him.
"You came a lot, didn't you?" I looked over my shoulder at Mark. He was still in me, but pulling out slowly.
"I don't know," he shrugged with a smile.
"I bet you did." I giggled, but I was a little annoyed actually. "Do you have a towel or anything?"
"A towel?" Mark laughed but then he caught the look on my face and stopped. "I have a rag, um…Under the front seat."
"That oil rag?" I rolled my eyes. "I ain't going to ruin my pants, or wipe myself with an oil rag."
"There's the comforter," Mark suggested.
"I uh…I could do it maybe." Chris said, kind of shyly almost.
"What's that?" I looked at Chris with a smile. "Nah. I don't want to ruin your t-shirt."
"No, I mean…Uh, I don't know. I could sort of clean you." He was smiling.
"How?" I was smiling too, but I didn't really understand.
"With my mouth. I mean, suck it out, you know." He was blushing, I was sure of it and Mark laughed as his semi-hard cock pulled free of me with a soft plopping sound.
"You want to lick me clean?" I grinned at him. "Okay."
"Yeah, I like doing it anyway and Mark's cum…Well…" Chris laughed.
"You like that too, huh?" Mark nodded. "Go for it, man."
It seems like that should be kind of gross maybe, I mean Chris wanting to lick my pussy clean after Mark had cum inside me, but it wasn't. It was seriously cool and we all thought so. Mark would have done it, I was sure, except he wouldn't have thought of it probably. It isn't the sort of thing that comes readily to mind for a boy like Mark, but Chris, he did like eating my pussy and Mark was his boyfriend anyway, so why not?
Mark got my pants off all the way, and I was moving carefully because some of our juices were running out of my cunt. Mark had really stretched me good. We figured it would work best if I just sort of sat on Chrissy's mouth and let gravity do half the work, so that's what we did. I straddled my boyfriend's head on my knees and lowered my pussy down to his ready tongue and lips and that felt really good.
Actually, it was pretty insane how good that felt, being kissed and licked tenderly by Chris after a nice hard fuck with Mark's big cock. I had my hands on Chrissy's chest and I just closed my eyes, whispering soft words of encouragement, but Chris didn't need them. He was working my pussy nice,. Not like before when he was slow and teasing, this time he just pushed his tongue right up inside my messy cunt and I could feel the wetness sliding out of me.
My cum and Mark's, all mixed up in a runny thin stream at first, but then it got thicker as big gobs of Mark's sperm finally made their way out of me, sliding and then dripping into Chrissy's hungry mouth. I felt that warmth coming back to life inside me too and my pussy was making more juices, the tender muscles of my sex working with excitement, squeezing and releasing, forcing even more of that sperm down the short tunnel of my cunt.
Mark watched for a minute or two and then hopped out of the truck to go take a leak or something; I didn't know or even care. I was too busy feeling good as Chris literally sucked at my pussy. He had his mouth open and hard against me, wriggling his long tongue inside me like a serious French kiss. He'd swallow and take quick hard breaths and come back for more. It was going to make me cum, the way he was eating me so wonderfully, and I couldn't believe he'd never done this before. Chris was so talented at licking my pussy it was making me crazy.
Before too long I was grinding myself against him. I couldn't help it. My body was burning and my tits ached like they were being squeezed or pulled, but they weren't. My tummy was tight and my pussy was shaking inside, shivering for real, and I couldn't help moving my pussy back and forth, against Chrissy's face so that he had to have my juices all over him.
Chris just held me tight, his hands on my thighs, moaning beneath me, making loud wet noises as he sucked and kissed and licked. He was determined to get every bit of Mark's sperm he could, and make me cum again while he was doing it. I didn't disappoint him either. I moaned sharply and just rocked my pussy against his mouth, losing all my senses as the pleasure consumed me from the inside out. Like all those good feelings were alive by themselves, devouring me with teeth that only felt beautiful digging into my flesh.
I think we did it like that for only fifteen minutes, at the most, but it seemed like fifteen seconds when it was done. And I was tired, wore out completely as I lifted myself slowly, standing up in the back of Mark's truck with rubbery legs. I was giggling and smiling and my heart was pounding. It was the euphoria, the adrenalin and whatever else, endorphins maybe, the stuff that always made me feel high as a kite after really good sex.
Chris sat up smiling and licking his lips and wiping at his cheeks with his fingers. He was red, dark in the weak moonlight coming through the clouds, and wet with my juices. He'd licked me good and he knew it, he was proud of himself and so was I.
"God, you're a good boyfriend, Chrissy," I breathed and bent over so I could kiss him as he sat there.
"I love you." That was all he said and we kissed hard so I could taste my tangy self on his tongue.
"We have to get Stephy home," Mark interrupted us a minute later. "It's eleven-thirty already."
I sighed at that news, wondering where the time went, and I reached down to feel my pussy.
"I'm still kinda wet," I giggled.
"I tried," Chris said with a giggle. "Sorry."
"I know." I kissed him one more time, thinking Chris didn't look too awfully sorry, but neither did I.
Riding home in the truck was hard, just because I started thinking about Chris maybe moving away. The thought had never been completely out of my head, but making love with him had helped. Now we were driving through the dark and I was going to be alone in my bed with all the doubts that like to come in the middle of the night. Chris and Mark were thinking about it too and it was hard saying goodnight, especially to Chris, when we didn't know what news the next day would bring.
I kissed them both quickly, although I wanted more, and Chris got out of the truck so I could too, but he was going to get back in. I was going in the house and I tried to give him a smile. I could have used a shooting star right then, but when I looked up all I saw were clouds covering the moon.--------------------------------------------------------
"What do you think he's going to say?"
Mark just shrugged. Neither one of us were in much of a talkative mood. We sat on the front porch of my house, on the wooden steps like little kids, even though we had some chairs out there. The steps were more comfortable for some reason, more intimate maybe as we sat close together so our thighs were pressed against each other.
I'd changed after church, putting on some new dungaree trousers I'd just gotten. They were seriously cute, short denim legs that just came to my knees and they were loose around my hips, so I had a wide pink belt with a belt buckle that looked like a daisy. It was kid stuff, but I liked it and Mark told me it was pretty, so that was good enough for me. I wore a boy's shirt above that, one of Mark's old ones that had got passed to Jordy and then borrowed by me. It was stained and the color faded to pale green, but it had been Mark's. I liked to wear it when I was sad.
Mark just wore some jeans with holes in the knees, small ragged ones that I'd teased him about, and a white t-shirt. He looked good like that, just wearing the most simple clothes. He'd come over after church and we'd been sitting on opposite sides of the center aisle, looking over at each other now and then, pretending like we weren't, and trying not to get caught. Usually that was a lot of fun, a good way to spend an hour, but this morning I'd been looking for reassurance and feeling very lonely without it. Church had gone on forever it had seemed, like it would never end.
Now we were waiting for Chris and that was taking way too long as well. Waiting and wondering if he'd asked his dad about selling their farm and maybe moving. It was after ten already though and he still wasn't there and I didn't like that. I figured it meant bad news. So did Mark, probably, but he wasn't saying anything about it one way or the other, much as I wanted him to argue with me.
"If they weren't gonna move, he'd be here already."
"Stephy," Mark sighed.
"I know." I had my chin between my knees, looking down mostly.
"He probably just had to do some chores or something."
"Yeah."
We sat there for five more minutes before I couldn't be quiet anymore. I kept thinking how Chris had said every time he was ever happy, or ever got anything he really wanted, there was always a string attached. It scared me and I hadn't been able to get it out of my head after they'd dropped me off the night before. When I was alone in my bed everything had just got worse, and not even Mark was making me feel better. It didn't make him feel any better either, not being able to comfort me, since he always figured that was his job.
"I should give him a call."
"No, don't call him." Mark looked at me. "He's coming."
"Maybe he forgot."
"Chris ain't gonna forget. Will you relax?" Mark put his arm around me and I chewed my lip.
"He might be thinking we're coming to his place," I thought out loud.
"He's on his way right now."
"What if he ran away already?" I sat up because I didn't like that thought. "He might have gone to the highway, be hitchhiking or something."
"What?" Mark laughed at me.
"I'm gonna call him." I started getting up. I just couldn't sit there waiting. Chris was supposed to be here already.
"Fine," Mark shrugged and he didn't try and stop me. "You sound like you're his mother or something."
"I do not," I said over my shoulder. I wasn't Chrissy's mom, I was his girlfriend. I couldn't help it if sometimes it was like they were the same thing.
"Stephy…Chris is here," I heard Mark saying through the screen door and I was just starting to dial, so I hung up the phone and licked my lips because I was scared.
"Is he okay?" I asked, not knowing myself what I was trying to ask.
"What? Yeah, he's fine." Mark held the door open. "Come on."
"Yeah," I nodded and walked outside and there was Chris getting out of his mom's sedan.
"Hey Chris." Mark was smiling and walking too slow for me, so I slipped around him.
"Hi Steph…oof…Hey…" Chris laughed and I was hugging him.
I didn't say anything; I just pulled him to me so he could kiss me. Not really deep or long, but a good one, a serious kiss, and I just wanted it for luck. He couldn't tell me he was moving, not after that sort of kiss. We were in love and fate had to respect that.
"Where's uh…" Chris was looking around like he expected to get hit by lightning.
"What did he say?" I asked, looking into Chris' face and waiting.
"Her folks go the flea market every Sunday right after church," Mark explained, because I wasn't going to.
I was waiting for the news, good or bad; I'd been worrying about what Chris' dad would say since the night before and I felt worn out by it. I had my hands on Chrissy's shoulders and I wasn't going to let him go until he told me. I'd barely slept at all and when I finally had fallen asleep it was all bad dreams. Bad enough to wake me up.
"Oh. Okay." Chris grinned at Mark. "Good."
"Well?" I asked.
"Well, uh…" Chris licked his lips.
"What?" I frowned at him, feeling the tears already starting. "Just say it. You're moving right?"
"No." Chris smiled. "We're not."
"Really?" I blinked at him.
"Really." He was nodding. "Dad's selling the grazing land, keeping the grapes and I don't know what else. Keeping the house anyway, I know that much."
"You mean it?" I was holding my breath.
"Yeah." He chuckled. "I asked him, and no, we're not moving…"
"Oh! Thank you…" I let out the breath I was holding and I just thanked God like thirty times in my head, cause I'd been praying, making deals, you know.
"…We're just not going to be raising any cows," Chris said with a shrug.
"Cool, man." Mark smiled and gave Chrissy's shoulder a gentle squeeze. He probably wanted to give our boyfriend a hug too, but it would've been a little awkwardly because I was still hanging off of him, my head against Chrissy's chest.
"Are you okay?" Chris was looking down at me.
"Stephy was a little stressed," Mark said and I just nodded.
"Me too!" Chris laughed. "I couldn't hardly sleep last night."
"Steph, come on, what are you crying for?" Mark rubbed my back and Chris was holding me around my waist as we stood there.
"I don't know." I shrugged, but I was crying just the same.
"I'm not going anywhere, okay?" Chris kissed the top of my head.
"Okay." I smiled and wiped at my eyes, sort of hitching a wet breath and trying to look happy, but all I felt was relieved. The happiness would come later like a flood through a broken dam, but right then I was just too tired to feel it.
"Why don't you go lie down, me and Chris can go get the horses and…" Mark was saying because he knew I was tired.
"No…" I shook my head.
"…Or Chris can stay here," Mark continued. "I can get Jordy to ride over with me."
"…We can just go, right? Bring something to eat and we'll stay out by Talbot Pond for awhile, kay?" I smiled at Mark, feeling stronger now.
"You sure?" Mark was looking at me.
"Yeah," I nodded. "It's Sunday. We have to ride."
"Have to?" Chris made a face and I squeezed him.
"Oh yeah," I sighed happily, feeling that dam breaking. "Every Sunday. Get used to it, boyfriend."
"I guess I have to." Chris laughed. "I'm not going anywhere."
"What's your mom got in the fridge?" Mark wondered and I rolled my eyes.
Things were going back to normal, which for the three of us was perfect.