Mornings on Horseback
Book Three - Chapter 1
"What did your mom say?" Mark asked me, sitting on the bed with his back against the wall.
"She asked me how we're doing," I replied, looking down at my hands. They weren't doing anything special though. "She wanted to know why I had birth control pills in my locker at school."
"My dad wouldn't talk to me," Chris sighed. He was laying on the bed sideways, near the foot of it, with his head down over the edge. His long blonde hair fell almost to the floor.
"That sucks." I sat next to him, on the floor leaning against the bed.
"Least he's not dead," Chris told me. "That was really freaking me out for awhile."
"Yeah." I leaned close for a second, giving him a little kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad too. That was scary."
"Just a concussion, huh?" Mark asked and Chris nodded.
"Yeah. Didn't knock much sense into him though," he snorted. "He's pretty pissed at me."
"My dad told me they have warrants out for the three of us, for assaulting him," Mark said. "He told me not to come home til he straightens it out."
"Chris too?" I asked and Mark shrugged.
"Really?" Chris closed his eyes. "My mom didn't say anything about that."
"Sheriff Stover told my parents I threw dangerous chemicals on Angie," I laughed bitterly. "He made it sound like I was throwing acid in her face or something."
"Did you tell them it was just vinegar?" Mark shifted a little cause those pillows were thin.
"Yeah, I told my mom. Just blue vinegar, but Angie is such a liar and her dad's a total dick," I said with a frown. "He probably wants to lock me up just for that."
"They can't get away with it," Chris shook his upside down head. "Can they?"
"My pop got a lawyer," Mark said. "Rollie told them what we told him."
"I can't believe my mom was worried about those pills," I said, kinda to myself. "Everything else that's going on and she's worried about that?"
"What did you tell her?" Chris looked at me.
"I told her I was having sex with you guys," I shrugged. "I just said it. I mean, it's not like I'm gonna lie about stuff anymore."
"What'd she say?" Mark wanted to know.
"Nothing," I lifted my hands a little. "She didn't have anything to say after that. She was crying."
"My mom was crying too," Mark said. "Not much though. My mom's pretty tough so she stopped right away, but I could tell."
"Nobody's mom is that tough," I told him.
"My mom didn't cry," Chris said quietly and I felt worse for him than I did for me or Mark.
"You talk to your dad, Stephy?" Mark almost changed the subject. He felt bad for Chris too and neither of us blamed him for what his parents were doing.
"Yeah," I nodded. "He told me to stay with you guys. Not to come home."
"Really? He said that?" Mark sounded as surprised as I'd been. "I can't even imagine that."
"Me neither," I actually smiled. "But he said he'd rather have me safe with you for a week or two than see me spending even just one night in jail."
"I figured he'd want us to come back just so he could kill me!" Mark laughed too.
"Well, yeah. He wants to kill you guys too," I rolled my eyes. "No, I mean, sorta…He's my dad. He knows we had sex."
"Hmmm…" Mark was shaking his head.
"He still trusts you," I told Mark seriously. "I mean, believe me, if he didn't think you could take care of me, he'd already be here."
"Yeah. I keep waiting for him to kick down the door," Mark chuckled, but he realized I was telling the truth and I think it made him feel better.
"He probably really hates me, huh?" Chrissy rolled over, putting his chin on the bed.
"He doesn't blame you, Chris" I turned to look at my boyfriend. "Nobody does. Everyone knows it's your parents making up stuff and the Sheriff just being a dick."
"It's not your fault, Chris," Mark agreed with me. "My pop said it isn't gonna last long anyway. The whole county knows about it and they know me and Stephy. Nobody believes what they're saying."
"They're going to see the attorney general or something," I shrugged. "My dad tried to explain, but I don't know."
"You think the Sheriff's doing it cause him and my dad are friends?" Chris looked at Mark.
"Maybe, but that's just Stover too," Mark shrugged. "He's got like a power trip thing going. It's just a chance for him to look important."
"He's only the Sheriff cause nobody else wants to do it," I sighed.
"Well, I told my mom I wasn't coming back until all the charges got dropped," Chris said. "She started talking about going back to Syracuse, since that's where she's from."
"Oh yeah?" I wondered what that meant. "Like what, by herself?"
"You have relatives there?" Mark asked Chris about the same time.
"With me, I think. No, there's just my mom and dad, far as I know," Chris shook his head. "I ain't going to Syracuse, no way. I'm not staying with my dad either though, never again. I'll go back if it gets you guys out of trouble, but I don't ever want to see them again."
"Oh, don't say that," I frowned and lifted my hand to brush Chrissy's hair out of his blue eyes. "They're your parents."
"My dad's not even my dad, I guess," Chris was looking at me. "And he raped you, and my mom helped him do it, so…"
We were quiet for awhile. There just wasn't anything to say about it, really. We were in New York City and all of us felt a little homesick, even Chris, although none of us wanted to admit it. Not because we were afraid to; we just didn't want to hurt each other, so we were all being strong for each other. That's what people do when they're in love, right?
"My dad told me to use the credit card whenever I needed it," I said mostly to change the subject. "He told me he'd take care of whatever the bills were."
"That's pretty cool," Mark said and Chris agreed, and it was cool since money was always in the back of our minds.
"So how about tomorrow we do something?" I suggested.
"Like what?" Chris smiled at me.
"Like have fun!" I really wanted us to cheer up, because calling home had brought us all down.
"I could use some fun," Mark agreed. "What do you want to do?"
"Me? I dunno," I giggled. "Um, it's Sunday, right? Tomorrow?"
"Yeah," Chris narrowed his eyes. "You don't mean…"
"Oh yeah!" I widened my eyes and grinned at him. My boyfriends knew what I was thinking. Every Sunday morning after church…
"Where are we going to find horses in New York City?" Mark laughed at me. "They don't even have any grass here!"
"They gotta have some, come on!" I turned my head to look at Mark. "I'll find out, okay? We're gonna go riding. We have to."
"Well…If you say so, Steph," Chris giggled, but he didn't sound too sure.
"My dad's paying for it anyway," I stuck out my tongue because that was pretty cool. At leasy we had one less thing to worry about, sorta.
"He's gonna really kill us if we use his credit card to go riding," Mark shook his head. "But he's your dad."
"Yeah," I nodded and I felt better already. "He is…Hey! Guess what else!"
"What?" both boys said almost at the same time and so they grinned at each other.
"My period's done," I smiled at them, looking from one to the other.
"Really?" Chris looked surprised. "That was fast."
"Four days," I shrugged. "That's about what it is usually is for me, well, maybe five, but sometimes only three too."
"Did you get those pills?" Mark asked. He'd done laundry while Chris had helped me find a nearby health clinic.
"Oh yeah! Chrissy didn't tell you about that?" I smiled. "It's easier here than it is in Clearview; they just gave them to me."
"I figured you'd want to tell him," Chris stuck out his tongue at me.
"What do they do in Clearview?" Mark wanted to know.
"They give me a prescription and I have to go to the pharmacy and pay for them," I answered. "But here, they just had me fill out some papers and they asked me what I was taking before."
"And then they gave you a box?" Mark asked and I nodded happily.
"She was in there like five minutes, man." Chris was laughing.
"Yeah, I swear!" I laughed too. "This place is so weird."
"They're probably just happy that you actually want them," Mark chuckled.
"I coulda got free condoms too," I told them. "They asked me how many people I had sex with regularly."
"Oh yeah?" Chris narrowed his eyes a little cause I hadn't mentioned that part to him.
"I said, oh, about two guys, like four or five times every day." I made a crazy face, like Yikes! and giggled.
"No way," Chrissy's eyes got big. "You didn't say that."
"I swear, I did," I nodded. "The lady didn't even look at me funny. Well, maybe a little. She asked me if I wanted to see a gynecologist cause that's free too, but the first appointment was like in three months."
"What do you need one of those for, a gyno whatever?" Mark wondered.
"I don't know," I shrugged. "I guess they could see if you really open up my cervix or something."
"Open up your what?" Mark laughed.
"My cervix, that little thing you bump into? Down there? Remember?" I was teasing him.
"I always figured that was just…" Mark shrugged, "…the bottom."
"It is the bottom, but then there's more," I rolled my eyes. "Didn't you ever go to health class?"
"Yeah," Mark frowned. "I don't remember that stuff though, come on."
"I don't think it works like that anyway," Chris was grinning at us. "I think it's a little too small for that, least til you get pregnant or something. Have a baby."
"Well, I'm not gonna do that," I said, with an inward sigh. "I just wish it would open, you know? That would be so cool."
"You say so, Steph," Chris shook his head. "I think it would hurt though."
"It hurts anyway," I flipped my hands with a shrug. "Well, sometimes. Sometimes it feels really good to get bumped down there."
"I wish I could bump you," Chris said and Mark and I both laughed at him.
"I'm glad you don't, believe me," I said. "You're perfect sized."
"She says that now," Mark was teasing Chris too. "But she changes her mind a lot."
"Yeah, she's weird," Chris agreed, and I guess they were teasing me back, so I pouted a little.
"I'm not weird. This place is though," I decided. "Definitely."
"Yeah, people here are seriously pretty weird," Mark nodded. "So you're on those pills right now?"
"Uh…" I looked around. "Where's my purse? I will be in about two minutes."
They told me at the clinic that maybe I should go a whole cycle without taking the pills, just to give my body a break and be normal and see how my next period was, but I really hated condoms. I wanted to be seriously bumped and spermed, you know what I mean? Messy!
"So we can do it?" Mark was grinning.
"We coulda done it anytime you wanted," I was up now, getting my pills out of my purse.
"Yeah, but…" Mark shrugged and I knew he was a little nervous about having sex when I was on for some reason.
"I know, you and Chris had a lot of fun and all I could do was watch…" I sighed dramatically.
"Oh, you had fun! Don't tell me you didn't," Mark said and he was right, I did a lot more than just watch my two boyfriends make love.
"Yeah, but my pussy feels seriously neglected." I rotated my little handy calendar dial and popped the pill through the foil packet. It was a pretty, heart shaped one.
"I can fix that," Chris promised.
"You guys better, cause I'm sorta in the mood for it now." I took my birth control pill and washed it down with some warm bottled water.
"You're always in the mood," Mark grinned at me and he was rubbing his cock through his jeans.
"Like you're not?" I rolled my eyes. "You guys are such total sluts!"
"Ouch!" Chris shook his head.
"Only for you guys, Stephy," Mark said and he meant it. We were all sluts for each other.--------------------------------------------------------
"Mmmm…You're getting good at this, Stephy," Mark smiled down at me.
He was kneeling on the carpet and holding my hair out of the way with his hands, watching me as I sucked his big thick cock on my hands and knees. Chris was behind me, kneeling as well so he could fuck my pussy hard with his smaller, but very comfortable penis. I loved taking both of them at the same time like that, it really did make me feel like a slut and it turned me on hard. I was taking my boyfriends' cocks at both ends, enjoying the sights and sounds and smells, and most of all the raw physical love that they were giving me.
I was getting a lot better at sucking Mark, which is really saying something cause his dick is so huge. I could take more than half of it though, getting the head and a bit more actually into my throat, but he was so fat! God! I just couldn't do him the way I did Chris, but Mark was okay with it. He loved getting a blowjob and he especially loved watching Chris fuck me, I think that turned him on more than anything, even if he did like to complain because Chris always went first.
"Let's switch, dude," Mark grinned and that was his solution, and a new game we'd started playing.
"Okay…" Chris thrust into me one more time like he might forget how good my pussy felt, and then he was pulling out.
"You guys…" I giggled and licked my lips and swallowed spit and precum, but I wasn't really complaining.
We'd start with Chris fucking me while I sucked Mark, I mean after a pretty long make-out session usually, which was hot all by itself. But once we were warmed up, we'd all fuck. Chris would get my pussy nice and wet and relaxed while I worked my mouth on Mark's hard cock for awhile, and then they'd switch so that Mark could take advantage of me being so hot, wet, and ready. It was nice for me, seriously, and I pretty much loved it. I just didn't want them to get big heads, you know?
"God, you're beautiful." Chris kissed me first, lowering his mouth to mine and pushing his tongue between my lips. He wanted to taste Mark in my mouth and I was feeding Chrissy my tongue with a happy giggle.
I groaned into Chrissy's mouth as Mark rubbed his swollen cockhead over my already wide open pussy. He was just teasing me, chuckling and watching me and Chris suck each other's tongues. When I felt his dick finally entering me I sighed because Mark was a lot thicker than Chris and even though we had sex all the time, I was still nice and tight for him. Mark was growling softly, making deep little grunting sounds like a baby pig as he pushed inside me slowly. He filled me without pausing until I gave him a little gasp when that hardness touched the very bottom of my sex.
That was good too, how Mark was longer than Chris and not just that, but longer than I was deep, if you know what I mean. He had another inch to give me and he was already at my cervix, so Mark was going to work his cock in and out, opening my pussy even more, finding the room so that I could have all of him. That was my other thing, besides feeling like a slut; I liked the thought of Mark's cock actually inside my womb. I didn't know for sure, but I figured he must have been working my cervix open, squeezing his cockhead inside that soft bottleneck and into my bare womb. Even if Chris was right and it didn't work like that though, it was still okay. Just wishing it was made our sex great.
"God, I wish I wasn't on the pill…" I breathed and then Chris was rubbing the head of his penis over my lips.
"Who's baby would you want?" Chris asked me and then he pushed his cock back into my mouth so that I couldn't answer.
Somewhere above me, while Mark worked his fat cock in and out of my pussy, and I swirled my tongue around Chrissy's cock, my two boyfriends were kissing. I could hear them, the wet soft sounds of their lips and tongues. I could hear their breathless sighs. I could hear Mark telling Chrissy he loved him, and Chris whispering those same words back to the bigger boy while they made love to me.
That was all it took to make me cum.--------------------------------------------------------
I didn't want to open my eyes because I was having the best dream ever. It was warm in the bed; a soft dry warmth that wrapped itself around me and it felt too good to let it go.
One of my boyfriends, Chris, was behind me, spooning me close on our right sides, with his smooth chest to my back and his sleeping mouth in my hair. His left arm was over my ribs, his hand between my breasts, touching me there and trapped. The boy's knees were bent like mine. The tops of his thighs were against the backs of mine and his cock was hard, pressed down rather than up, so that the shaft pressed across my anus, with the dry tip barely touching my moist sex.
I'd gotten wet in my sleep.
Mark was in front of me, sleeping on his back so that I could hug him while we slept. My left hand was on his lightly furred chest, so big and strong and warm. My head shared the same pillow with his and my lips were close to his neck. I could smell him, the sweet heavy male scent that was all his. I was moving my hand because I couldn't help it. I'd been dreaming of this, exactly this, laying in bed with my two boyfriends, my true loves, and I'd woken up feeling it inside, low in my tummy like a happy need.
I moved my hand down to Mark's penis and we were all naked under the thin sheet. I felt for him blindly, but comfortably as I knew his body so well. Every bump and curve and indentation. I found his cock hard, like Chrissy's, and Mark was so big. I enjoyed that about them, the way they were similar and yet so different from each other.
Mark was seventeen and large like a full grown man. His hair was short and brown and his eyes were brown too. Mark's body was thick and muscular and he was tall as a giant, I thought sometimes. Well over six feet anyway, and handsome with his chiseled features, his square jaw and cheeks, his thin lips and long straight nose. He was so handsome and confident. Everyone saw Mark when he walked by, everyone wanted to know him and be his friend.
Chris was sixteen and pretty without being feminine. He was the sort of boy the ancient Greeks would sculpt in marble, six feet tall exactly and shaped like a dancer, with narrow hips and broad shoulders. His hair was long and blonde and tangled at the ends, no matter how often he might have brushed it, and so he didn't. He would sweep it back from his forehead with his fingers, smiling with his pouting, sensual lips. And his eyes! They were immaculate blue. A color that changed with his mood more than mere light; windows into a fragile soul, it seemed to me.
I was a girl and so I was beautiful, and only vaguely aware of that in the same way my boyfriends were unaware of their own appearance. Chris especially had no idea how attractive people found him and it confused him sometimes.
I stood five foot ten and my body was formed nicely, due to luck and ancestry more than any specific effort on my part. My hips were nicely rounded, my legs long and smooth. My ass was pert and tight, and my breasts large enough to be noticed and admired. My hair was long and black and wavy, with curling ends. I had blue eyes, angelic like a June sky, and my prominent cheeks and natural smile only enhanced them.
We were gorgeous, all of us, and innocent as well, which lends a beauty of another sort. We didn't think of ourselves that way, but we knew it about each other. I'm not bragging really, but only trying to find the reasons for what happened later and how it all came about, because it's confusing how quickly life can go, changing directions in the blink of an eye. We'd already gotten a pretty good taste of that anyway and if I had to explain why I was waking up in a bed with two boys, about 300 miles from home, in a city that I'd never seen before except on television…I don't know if I could.
But that's what was happening.
I shifted my hips a little, moving carefully and reaching down as I lifted my left leg. Chrissy's cock was incredibly hard and I'd never waken up next to a boy before we'd all run away together. I thought it was pretty cool, those morning erections, but I didn't know where they came from. It was kind of funny and very nice for me. I woke up horny anyway, usually because I'd been dreaming of Chris or Mark, or both of them maybe, and so I wanted to fuck first thing, even though I sorta wanted to pee too usually. That could wait though, for a little bit at least, but Chris' cock was right…there…
"Ummm…" I closed my eyes and bit my lip, trying to be quiet and surprise him.
I sighed softly as he entered my sex with the head of his penis and Chris must have felt it because he made a soft noise, a sleepy, contented moan, and gave a little push so that his cock was suddenly a quick two or three inches inside me. I pushed myself back too, taking even more of him into the tight confines of my pussy. He was fucking me in his sleep, or maybe just coming half-awake at best, because he murmured softly and pushed again. The walls of my cunt clamped down on him hard as I moved, trying to be slow and gentle and not wake up my other boyfriend too.
His cock was right there, Mark's big dick standing stiff against his stomach, and I was pushing my ass back against Chris so that I could move my mouth closer. I was turning sideways on that bed, which was really too small for the three of us anyway. Mark was a heavy sleeper though and he didn't wake up, even when I finally spread my lips and took the smooth head of his cock into my mouth. Chris was awake by then, wide awake, but he didn't say anything. He was fucking me from behind and practically falling off the edge of the bed. He had his left hand on my hip now, pulling me against him as he drove his cock slowly in and out of me.
The room was filled with soft grunts and heavy breathing and the soft slurping sounds I was making as I worked my mouth carefully up and down Mark's cock. He was getting wet now, precum starting to appear at the tip of his penis and I licked and kissed it away. I gave him the softest blowjob I could, not wanting to wake him up, but knowing I probably would. It would have been so cool getting him to cum in his sleep though.
Chris was rocking my pussy nice too, really fucking me hard and I didn't mind. My pussy was so ready for that and only the nuisance of feeling the need to pee was spoiling it. I could wait though, I told myself, I was feeling good and I wanted to cum first. That was all I really wanted, to have a little orgasm because Mark and Chris seemed to take forever to cum in the mornings.
"Mmmm…Stephy…" I heard Mark's sleepy voice and then felt his fingers in my hair, which was wild and tangled from sleeping.
I looked up at him, circling my tongue around Mark's cockhead and he was watching me with a little smile. It had to be a nice way to wake up, for both of them, finding their hard cocks inside their girlfriend's pussy and mouth. I loved fucking them both at the same time and whenever I did it with just one or the other I felt like I was missing something. I needed two cocks inside me at once, there was no denying that and I worked on squeezing my pussy muscles for Chris while I bobbed my mouth up and down on Mark. I was getting really good at fucking.
"You like that?" I asked Mark, rubbing his wet cock all over my face slowly and catching my breath.
"Fuck yeah," he nodded.
"Am I a slut?" I breathed. "Am I a little cocksucker?"
"A cocksucking slut…" Mark grinned, "…You know you are."
"Everybody knows now," I moaned and rocked my ass around Chrissy's cock as he fucked me good.
"Suck it…I want to cum on your face…" Mark grabbed my head, twisting his fingers in my hair and pulling my mouth down on his dick.
"Mmphhh…" I groaned as Chris pulled out of my pussy suddenly, leaving me all empty inside.
"Here…" Chris was breathing hard too and then I felt the head of his cock at my asshole, all wet and slippery with our juices. At least on the outside, inside was going to be something else entirely.
I moaned loudly, trying to relax as he pushed hard with his hips, not jabbing, but applying a steady pressure that opened my tight little anus around him slowly. I gave a muffled gasp and Mark held my head tight to his cock as Chrissy's penis invaded my rectum and it didn't really hurt so much as just feel good. I was sort of used to it now and Chris liked fucking me in the ass, so we'd been doing it a lot since getting to the City. At first I'd thought it was just because I'd had my period, but that wasn't the only reason, and Chris was telling me about it.
"God, you have such a great ass, Stephy!" He was stroking his cock in and out, a little deeper every time and I was sorta dry inside, but even so it was okay. The boy was leaking a lot of precum and that helped.
Soon it was even better than okay, really, and I sucked Mark harder, working my tongue around his cockhead as best I could, even though my mouth was pretty full. Chris moved us so that I was more on my knees than on my side, just so he could really fuck my ass hard once I was used to it. Those erections my boyfriends got in the mornings were the best too, I don't know what it was, but they were both hard as steel it felt like and my ass burned when Chris got himself up a little higher. He was spreading my heart shaped ass with his hands so he could see how my asshole was just sucking at the shaft and he must have been leaking precum like crazy cause even though that cock was big and hard and sort of blunt, you know, it was sliding in and out of me easy now.
They could fuck a long time too, both of them could first thing in the morning and sometimes we'd have to stop just so we could pee, dumb as that sounds. Maybe that was why they had such a hard time cumming, if you'll excuse the pun. Whatever it was, it was a part of male anatomy I was growing pretty fond of and if we hadn't run away I never would have known what waking up sex was like, or at least not until I got married probably. It was going to suck giving this up every morning when we went back home and I was pretty sure my boyfriends felt the same way. They were getting used to it quickly themselves.
"Uggghh…Fuck my ass!" I lifted my mouth cause Chris was all the way in and it hurt, but in that good way, like it was just proof that we were really doing it.
"You want me to cum in your ass?" Chris drove his cock home hard, making my whole body jerk and I was shaking anyway.
"Yeah…God yessss…" I hissed, burying my mouth down around Mark's balls while I stroked his cock with my hands.
I was seriously into talking dirty too and actually I'd always liked that a lot, but I'd been kinda shy about it. Now though, being so far from home, it was like I could say and do anything I wanted and it hadn't been that hard getting Mark and Chris to go along. It was sexy for some reason, talking nasty while we fucked, and it just made it better somehow.
Chris was going to cum pretty soon, just because my ass was nice and hot and so tight around his dick. I was squeezing him too, clenching my ass muscles like I was trying to keep him inside me, and he could feel it. I know I could, and it just made it feel even better for both of us. Pretty soon I figured I'd be so good at ass fucking with Chris that I'd let Mark do it, cause I knew he wanted to. Not that there was anything wrong with my pussy, they loved fucking me there too, but they were both ass men, which sounds really funny.
Ass men. I sorta giggled when I thought about it, but seriously, the first thing Mark and Chris would check out on a girl was her ass. They didn't care about tits or legs, so long as she had a fine ass, that was all that mattered and they'd compare notes too, which I totally laughed at.
Thankfully, my ass was nice and round and firm and just about perfect, or so they both told me repeatedly, and that made me feel a little better. It wasn't as nice as Stacy Martin's maybe, but she was a bitch anyway and Mark and Chris knew it, and so she could have the greatest ass in the world, my boyfriends wouldn't go near it after what she did to me. But that's a long story and I don't want to think about her anyway. She's on my list.
I was taking Mark's balls in my mouth, one at a time, licking and sucking them, getting those big sperm filled orbs all nice and hot. I loved Mark's balls and someday he was going to give me a baby with them, I was positive of that. Chris was going to give me a baby too, I'd promised myself, and all I was doing was waiting until I was grown up. A couple more years, that's all I needed, and I'd be ready. Sometimes I didn't even want to wait that long and every day when I took my birth control pill I wished I didn't.
I worshipped Mark's balls, jerking his huge cock while I kissed his balls, imagining all that creamy sperm inside there, just waiting to find my eggs and knock me up good. I wanted like ten kids, I swear, all the kids my womb could make, boys and girls, some of them blonde and pretty like Chris, the rest big and dark and handsome like Mark. It was such a good dream and I was rubbing my pussy hard, moaning around Mark's balls so he could feel the soft vibrations of my throat tickling him, and Chris was fucking my ass hard now, getting closer and closer, telling me I was such a dirty slut for letting him cum in my ass.
"Oh…Steph…" Chris groaned and shoved his cock deep and I could feel him spurting inside me, his cum shooting into my ass hard. It was always a weird feeling, having cum in my ass, but I liked it too. I liked it a lot and I squeezed my butt as hard as I could, wanting to milk the boy for every drop of his hot sperm.--------------------------------------------------------
"Fuck my tits," I was giggling, on my back now and looking up as Mark straddled my body.
"Yeah, squeeze your tits together for me, Stephy," Mark was smiling, pressing his cock into the creamy valley between my breasts.
I pushed them close around him, covering the tops with my fingers, trapping that huge dick right where I wanted it. This was pretty new, and pretty cool, having Mark make love to my body like that, fucking my boobs while I tilted my head down, watching and giggling and sticking my tongue out so I could lick at the head of Mark's cock when it was close enough for me to reach.
"You guys need baby oil," Chris giggled and he was coming back from the bathroom after cumming in my ass.
"Oh, thanks, man!" Mark grinned at his boyfriend as Chris started squeezing slippery oil from a plastic bottle over my tits and fingers and Mark's cock.
"Ummmm…" I laughed and Mark was fucking my tits nicely, working his oily cock back and forth slowly and he was so big I could kiss the tip when he slid all the way forward. It was so sexy like that, his cum filled balls sliding over my pale skin and his penis was hot, burning as it worked its way back and forth. My nipples were hard and burning and that oil was warm and cool at the same time, bringing goosebumps to my excited flesh.
We were making a serious mess, but we didn't care. There was a laundromat around the corner and we'd clean it all up later. Sex was fun when it was messy and there was already a wet spot growing under my ass from Chrissy's sperm trickling out of my sore butt.
"You guys want some donuts?" Chris asked and he was getting dressed and that just made me laugh more.
"Yeah, dude. Get some of those cream filled ones," Mark told him, like we weren't having sex at all. He was straddling my body, bare butt naked with his huge cock and big old balls sliding between my baby oiled tits, and he acted like it was completely normal. God, that was so cool! How was I ever gonna go back home?
"Cream filled!" I giggled and my left tit, all slick with oil slipped under my hand and I had to grab it again, pressing it against Mark's dick.
"And some orange juice," Mark added.
"Some milk, please!" I called and Chris just shook his head, putting on his shoes.
Mark reached behind him, fingering my cunt and making me nod and hitch a sharp breath as I looked up into his eyes. This was really good; way better than going to church on Sunday mornings, but I did sorta miss that too. I liked going to church. It just felt right, you know? Even if it was boring sometimes. At least I could play little eye games with Mark while we were there and sometimes my mom would catch us and she'd give my hip a sharp pinch. But I liked that too and I missed it a lot.
But tit fucking was pretty good too and I don't know why it felt so good for me, but it did. I guess it was just cause it was my body, like I wanted Mark to fuck every part of me. Not just my pussy or my mouth, or even my ass someday. I liked feeling his cock on my skin too. Sometimes he'd just rub himself on my thigh, or I'd play with his cock with my feet while we watched television on the tiny TV set that came with the room. Or sometimes he'd give me a massage and Mark was really good at that. He had big calloused hands, but they were incredibly gentle somehow, hard and soft all at once and I didn't mind their roughness. It just reminded me that Mark knew how to work, you know? He was so strong and he'd get on my thighs, his cock riding across my ass, like sliding along the deep crack between my butt cheeks, and he'd rub me so nice that I never wanted him to stop.
We had all kinds of sex and all the time, but it wasn't always fucking. It was just touching and being close and, I dunno, being together. I loved it. I loved them, Mark and Chris, and sex was so normal for us now. I'd try and remember the times when it was something really serious, like back before we even knew Chris. Mark and I would like make plans for how and when and where we would have sex, and it so…Serious. It was weird and fun and special, sure, but this was better. It wasn't really serious at all, well it was serious, but I mean it was funny and cool and so relaxed. We could talk about getting donuts while we fucked, I mean that's how cool it was, and Mark and Chris were so fine with it. Two boys sharing me and I was sharing both of them.
It was perfect.
Mark's cock was dark and oily and he fucked me faster after a few minutes, wanting to cum because we'd been fooling around for a long time and we both needed a bathroom. He was rubbing my pussy nice too, sort of leaning back and pushing with his hips and I was lifting my ass off the bed, feeling my pussy all hot and quivering inside. I almost wanted him to stop what he was doing and just fuck the daylights out of my pussy, but this was too nice. We had it down now and I really wanted to feel his sperm shooting on my face. That was my new thing too, like I was a total slut if he did that. Sometimes I sucked both him and Chris off, just so they'd both cum on my face. It was a lot too, usually, and I'd get a real cum bath. Chris would always clean me up after too, he was really into that, and we'd make out while he used his tongue to lick up all the sperm and then we'd share it with kisses while Mark watched.
"Cum on my face…Shoot it…I want it…" I was breathing the words, watching that cock fucking my body and Mark was right there.
"Oh fuck, Stephy…Yeah…" He didn't stop moving, he just kept sliding his dick between my tits and the first heavy jet of cum shot over my extended tongue and open mouth, all the way up to my forehead.
Mark was cumming a lot, like he always did, and most of it sprayed onto my face, but a lot of it was on my neck and between my tits and it didn't matter. He kept fucking my tits, mixing his sperm up with the oil and I was licking around my mouth and giggling. He'd painted my face good with a couple shots and I could feel him on my cheeks and even see some on my nose and a little was running into my right eye, making me blink and water, just cause it was salty and a little annoying.
"Heh!" I smacked my lips and let go of my boobs as Mark slowly got off me. He was licking his fingers, all wet with my juices, but I hadn't cum or anything. That was okay though, I still felt pretty good.
"I gotta piss," Mark grinned and I just shrugged.
"That's a bit more information than I need," I giggled, trying to remember where I'd heard that before.
He was grabbing the towel off the back of our chair; we only had one of each in that little room.
"Awww! You're going to use my towel?" I made a face.
"I'm gonna take a shower," Mark looked at me. "Come on. I'll share."
"We need more towels," I giggled.
"Yeah, we need a lot of stuff, Stephy," Mark shrugged. "Hurry up. You can pee in the shower."
"What?" I shook my head. "You're so gross."
"What?" Mark was already going into the bathroom, which was tiny. "You never peed in the shower?"
"Maybe when I was a kid," I told him, getting up slowly.
"Probably never peed in a swimming pool either, huh?" Mark laughed.
"I don't want to hear it, okay?" I stretched a little and scraped a finger across my cheek, finding a gob of sperm and I licked it clean.
"Who keeps leaving the toilet seat down?" Mark called and I just groaned at him. I knew he was teasing me.
"Hey! Are you guys decent in there?" Chris knocked on the door, cause it was locked automatically and he hadn't brought the key.
"I'm decent," I giggled, opening the door. "Mark's being pretty gross thoooo…oh…hi…"
I turned seriously red and I stood there, naked with sperm on my face and neck, and my boobs and tummy all baby oiled up. I was all bed headed too and my pink pussy was sorta gaping wide open and my sore ass was leaking Chrissy's cum. I was a real mess and a long, long ways from decent! I only stood there for about three seconds before I had the good sense to run for the bathroom.
"She's decent, ya!" I heard Derek's voice chuckling and Chris was giggling and the girl, Elsa was sort of sucking her cheeks, I thought, but I was already in the bathroom.
"I asked!" Chris teased me in a loud voice and Mark gave me a funny look as he stood there, holding his flaccid, but still really big dick, and peeing into the toilet.
Derek and Elsa were a couple kids from Germany. They were just about our age, a little older like nineteen or twenty years old maybe, and hiking around the world or something. They were pretty nice, really cool and funny, and we'd hung out with them for a bit. Most of the people staying at the hostel were young and from other countries, so we'd actually met quite a few people, but most of them were just there for a few days and then going someplace else. Derek and Elsa were staying for a week and it was almost up. They were going to Montreal next to check that place out and hang with the Canadians for awhile.
Anyway, when Chris asked if we were decent I thought he was joking, you know? Obviously he wasn't and I really felt pretty embarrassed, actually. It wasn't like I ran around New York City acting like a slut; it was just when we were alone, in our room, that I sorta let myself go. It was a fantasy, that's all. The rest of the time I was still me, like the good girl from back home, the innocent virgin, although I wasn't that good. I did hold hands and even kiss my boyfriends in public now, so it wasn't exactly the same as it was back in Iroquois County, but I didn't usually walk around naked and dripping cum in front of people either. Like who would?
"Derek and Elsa are out there," I told Mark and he laughed at me. "It's not funny! Look at me!"
"Yeah, I know." Mark was about done peeing and he was shaking his dick. I always thought that was kinda cute.
"Hurry up in there! Derek knows where we can get horses," Chris told us through the closed door.
"He does?" I asked, sorta forget my humiliation for just a second. "Here or in Berlin?"
"Duh!" Chris was rolling his eyes, I could hear it. "In Brazil."
"We're gonna take a shower," Mark said. "Stephy is a mess."
"Yeah, no doubt," Chris laughed. "We sorta noticed."
"It's okay, Stephanie," Derek was saying in his accented voice. "Elsa is a messy girl too in the mornings. You should see her, ya?"
"Uh, yeah," I giggled and I was always confused when I talked to Derek. Elsa didn't speak very much English at all, she just smiled a lot.
"Good," Derek laughed and then said something in German to his girlfriend and she laughed too.
"Dirty is goot, ya?" the girl said or asked or something and I giggled.
"Sometimes," I agreed through the closed door and made a face at Mark. It was kinda weird talking to people I hardly knew through the bathroom door.
"The hell are you guys talking about?" Mark chuckled and he was turning on the shower.
"I don't know," I laughed and spoke softly. "I'm just being friendly."
The shower was very small, like everything else, and so Mark and I stood very close together, which I didn't mind at all. I washed him first, soaping his chest and sides as he faced me, looking up into his face as my hard nipples grazed his skin. The water was warm, but not really hot the way I liked it, but that was okay. I washed his cock slowly, taking my time and giggling as it grew hard in my soapy hands.
"Down boy," I whispered and Mark had his arms around me, bending his lips to mine.
"Turn around," he told me and I knew he was going to fuck me.
"I have to pee," I said, not really making an excuse, but it was true.
"So? Do it," he smiled and then kissed me again and it was hard, I mean mentally more than physically, but the water was washing us anyway, so I did pee while we kissed, and that was so weird.
"Sorry," I breathed a minute later, cause I'd peed a lot and mostly on our legs and feet.
"I don't mind," Mark was holding me close, his hands on my ass. "I love you."
"I love you too," I promised and then he was turning me around and I just closed my eyes and smiled as Mark bent his knees, lowering himself so he could penetrate my pussy from beneath while we stood there.
"Ummm…" I winced a little and then it was okay and Mark pushed himself in until I was literally standing tip-toe.
I braced my hands against the wall, letting the soap go, and pushing my ass back so Mark could fuck me good from behind. We fucked like that all the time too, and I don't mean just in the shower, I mean whenever and wherever it happened to happen. Since we'd run away it was like we were a bunch of sex fiends, doing it three or four or five times a day. Really. And I had no idea where those guys were getting all that energy from.
I guess being sixteen and seventeen year olds, Chris and Mark were just sperm factories anyway, but still. It was sort of wearing me out sometimes, but then we'd start fooling around and I wouldn't feel worn out at all. At least now I was getting my pussy filled again. I had been pretty frustrated with just giving them blowjobs and anal sex, although that hadn't been terrible either. But this was better; a girl needs to be fucked, you know?
"Yeah…Fuck me…" I groaned and I was hot for it, just that quick. From zero to sex in a heartbeat, that was me.
"What are you guys doing in there?" Chris was knocking on the door.
"N-Nothing…" I gasped as Mark pushed extra deep and then giggled breathlessly.
"Yeah, okay," Chris laughed and said something to Derek and Elsa.
"Hey, I'm going to Derek's room," Chris told us. "Just come over there when you guys are done."
"Okay, this won't…Ugh…Take long…" Mark answered for us and he was stroking my pussy nice with his big dick.
"Put a baby in me…" I looked over my shoulder, smiling weakly as I was finally going to get my orgasm and Mark froze.
"You're not…" He narrowed his eyes.
"Not what?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm still on the pill, just…Pretend, okay?"
"Oh, well…Sure." He looked relieved and I guess it wasn't really his fantasy to make me pregnant.
"Never mind," I closed my eyes. "Just fuck me good now. Make me cum."
I wasn't really disappointed, or mad or anything, but maybe it seemed like I was, I dunno. I just really wanted to get into that fantasy and it was maybe the first time I'd really mentioned it out loud, so I guess Mark did have a reason to wonder. I'm sure he had his little things, like all people do, and I didn't know all of them, so why should I expect him to know mine? Still, it would have been nice if he'd really been into it, playing along like he was going to put a baby in my tummy. Fuck his potent sperm right into my womb and knock me up so everyone could see it.
That was going to make me cum, the idea of walking around school with my cheerleading outfit getting tighter and tighter every day until finally it didn't cover my belly anymore. I'd be all swollen with my golden skirt low around my hips and my red top stretched taut over my milk-filled tits, all big and heavy and dripping wet. And my tummy would be sticking out and…Oh yeah…I was cumming good thinking about that. Cumming all over Mark's thick member as he fucked it into me good, getting closer to his own orgasm, and that was going to set me off again, right at the end the way I liked it.