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Mornings on Horseback
by Rachael Ross

Chapter Seven



As much as I wanted to ask Chris about his parents trying to sell
their farm, and obviously Chris moving away after that happened, I
couldn't do it. At least not right away. We had time alone now, after
that good dinner of beef pot pie that Mrs. Westin had made, and after
we'd cleaned up the kitchen, and said our goodbyes. Mark's parents and
brother were off to Clearview, Rollie was going to see his girlfriend...
We were alone, finally, just the three of us and I didn't want to
spend it talking about something that might hurt.

I've always been kind of a chicken that way, I guess. Or just selfish
maybe, as I had my two boyfriends with me in Mark's bedroom, which was
a real treat. Mostly we found ourselves in his truck, or on a blanket
on the grass someplace. But for now we had a bed and it was warm and
quiet and comfortable. I couldn't spoil any of that, no way.

"You don't have any panties on?" Chris grinned at me as he was pulling
my new pants down my long legs slowly.

"Nope," I shrugged with a little giggle.

Mark was taking a shower, a real one, and Chris had just finished his.
They'd gotten pretty dusty moving that feed corn and washing up in the
barn had got them ready for dinner, but not for bouncing around on
Mark's clean bed. I didn't mind, Chris was at the foot of it wearing
nothing but a towel tied around his waist and he looked seriously cute
like that.

"I thought you said you were a good girl." He laughed at me.

"I am a good girl." I stuck out my tongue. "Mostly."

I spread my creamy thighs for him as if to prove it, exposing my small
pink sex for him completely. Just a soft puffy slit with my labia
tucked in nice and tight, and my small hooded clit hiding at the top.
A little bit of pubic hair, not much at all, like a thin dark cloud up
above, on the soft swell of my mound. I knew my pussy was pretty and
Chris liked looking at it, which made me feel even better about
myself. I knew I was beautiful when Chris was looking at me.

"Can I kiss you there?" he asked and I rolled my eyes. "What?"

"You don't ever have to ask me that!" I giggled, sliding my hands down
the pink fleece sweatshirt I'd been wearing all day, across my tummy
and down to my bare skin.

"I like asking." Chris smiled at me.

"I like it too." I laughed lightly. "It's sexy."

"Is it?" He widened his soft blue eyes and I nodded slowly, rubbing
the insides of my thighs with my hands.

"Yeah." I bit my lip. "Ask me again."

"Can I kiss your pussy, Steph?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "Come here..."

Chris left his towel on, just kneeling on the carpet of Mark's
bedroom, and he reached for my hips. I scooted my butt down a little
for him, getting close enough so he could bring his mouth to my pussy.
I watched as Chris just looked at me down there at first, his face
hovering over my plump sex, and his hands were on my hips and thighs,
stroking me so that I smiled patiently. I could feel his humid breath
on me, we were so close, and finally he looked up, smiling sweetly
before giving me a kiss.

"Mmmm...." I closed my eyes when Chrissy's lips touched my pussy. He'd
kissed me the one time before, but this time we knew he was going to
kiss me for real. He was slow and gentle, not teasing me, but just
exploring my body and that was so nice.

Mark went down on me sometimes and I enjoyed it, so did he I thought,
but not enough that he wanted to do it all the time. Not enough to
really get good at it, but Chris, he would be into it, I thought. He
was interested and happy to please me that way. He really liked my
pussy; I could see it in his face every time he looked at me. And now
he was kissing me there, tenderly like it was my mouth on our first
date.

His lips were soft and I sighed when I felt the tip of Chrissy's
tongue on my skin. Not right on my slit, or even on my clitoris, but
just to the side where the skin was really soft like half-melted
butter. He licked around my pussy slowly, and that was new and driving
me insane quickly. I held my breath until I remembered to breathe and
then I let it out with a long sigh of pleasure.

Chris knew what he was doing, or he was just lucky, or talented, or
whatever. I didn't care, it didn't matter. I was squeezing my tits
through that soft warm fleece, pushing and pulling because my nipples
were cold and hot all at once. My legs moved like butterfly wings, up
and down slowly, as if I couldn't decide what to do with them. I
wanted to press them to Chris' face, but I wouldn't, not until I
couldn't help it. He hadn't even touched my pussy yet, not really, and
it was feeling so good.

He tongued the soft spot just below my slit, the bit of tender skin
just above my ass, and even that was somehow amazing. Sensations that
I'd never experiences washed through me and over me and I was moving
my hips because I felt my clit throbbing now. I needed a touch, some
pressure there, but Chris was ignoring it. He kissed the hollows of my
thighs, moving farther away from the center of my desire and I moaned.
He bit me gently and dragged his tongue around my sex slowly.

"Here..." I lifted my eyes at Mark's voice and he was on the bed and I
hadn't even noticed.

I opened my mouth as he pushed his cockhead between my stretched lips.
He was giving me something else to think about and I sucked my
boyfriend's cock greedily, trying to take as much of him as I could. I
wrapped my left hand around the shaft, squeezing him and Mark's hand
replaced mine on my right breast. He was kneeling there close to my
head and leaning over, watching me as I looked up into his sexy brown
eyes.

It was wonderful, being in a bedroom for a change, having my pussy
licked and kissed by one boyfriend, while I sucked the hard cock of
the other one. This was what we'd really been waiting for and I was
going to cum soon, if Chris would ever stop teasing me and find my
clit. I was pulling my butt off the bed now, looking for his mouth and
groaning around Mark's big dick and then he did it.

"Ohhh...God!" I moaned loudly, pulling my mouth from Mark's cock as
Chris found my burning clit with his mouth, sucking it between his
lips and flicking the hard little knot of sensitive flesh rapidly with
his tongue.

"Take this off..." Mark was saying and I just nodded, letting him pull
my sweatshirt over my head.

I was going to cum soon, really soon, because Chris was licking my
pussy right. The way I'd always thought oral sex could be, but never
quite was with Mark. Now it was good, even better than good, because
Chris was working my clitoris harder, the way I needed it. Something
down there was practically screaming, sending little shocks through my
tummy, and I was pressing my thighs against my boyfriend's flushed
cheeks, urging him on with my moans and bucking my hips so hard that
Chris really had to hold me down.

"Oh...Oh...Oh...God that's...Good!" I gasped and I'd never had a cum like that
before in my life.

All I could do was lay there and as suddenly as it came I just felt...
Limp. I was wasted for a few minutes and Mark was smiling at me,
stroking my hair and his big hard cock was sort of bobbing up and down
above me, but all I could do was look at it for the moment. Chris had
lifted his mouth from my pussy and he was grinning and panting for
air, all red-faced and shiny with my juices. I'd gotten unbelievably
wet and he licked his lips, tasting me strong and tangy. I knew very
well what my own cum tasted like and now Chris did too.

"My tongue is a little numb." Chris giggled finally and he stuck it
out a little, touching it with his finger.

"It is not." I laughed weakly. "Come here...I want to suck both of you,
okay?"

"Same time?" Mark grinned and I nodded.

"Just let me relax a minute." I swallowed hard and giggled some more
just because I felt like I was walking on the moon.

"Let me taste her..." Mark said as Chris got closer, kneeling so that
his hard cock was swaying over my face as well. Somewhere in the
middle of eating me, Chris had lost his towel and that was fine with
us.

I watched as my two boyfriends embraced each other over me, Mark
cradling Chrissy's head in his strong hand, the way he liked, and
moving the other to the boy's ass. And Chris turning his head
slightly, his hands on Mark's waist and then sliding to his
boyfriend's back. I could see their mouths open and eager tongues
meeting, working against each other wetly, and their cocks touched,
the heads and shafts sliding against and across each other.

It was incredibly sexy and I played with my tits, pinching my nipples
and dragging my fingernails along the soft bottoms and around the
sides, just staring at the sight above me. Two teenage boys kissing
deeply, naked and in love. One big and muscular and handsome, the
other seeming almost frail by comparison, but so pretty and sensual
without seeming feminine at all. They were like opposite sides of the
same coin and I loved them both.

I moved so that I could slide a pillow under my head, getting
comfortable and taking each of their cocks in my hands. Chris in my
left, Mark in my right, and they didn't stop their kiss as I brought
them to my lips. I kissed them both together, playing with my two
boyfriends as if they were one, really. I rubbed their cockheads
together, both of the boys leaking precum now. They were excited and
breathing hard, offering each other soft moans between their swollen
lips.

Mark was pressing a finger inside Chrissy's anus, fingering the boy
while Chris clutched at Mark's strong back. I took Chris' cock into my
mouth while I stroked Mark, sucking him as deeply as I could and
working my tongue over and around his cock. I did the same with Mark,
but only less so because he was thicker and I couldn't get nearly so
much of him as I wanted, but it was enough. I switched back and forth,
jerking them off with my hands and rubbing one against the other.

I wanted to make them cum like that, both of my boyfriends cumming
together for me, and I worked their cocks faster, sucking and licking
and moving my small gentle hands back and forth. Chris moved his mouth
to lick and kiss Mark's chest, while Mark continued to finger fuck
Chrissy's ass, pulling his finger out occasionally to wet it in his
mouth, and then bringing it back to the boy's tight rectum, sliding it
inside with little twists and hard thrusts that made Chris grunt and
gasp with pleasure.

It was hard work, jerking off two boys like that, and my arms got
tired, my wrists too, but I didn't care. They were so wet now, the
clear fluid dripping and running down their shafts. It was fantastic
to me, almost amazing how beautiful their cocks were, and I admired
their bodies while they made out above me, scarcely believing that
these two boys were mine. Mark lifted Chris' face once more, biting
the boy's lower lip and then pushing his tongue into Chrissy's mouth
so that Chris could suck it like a cock.

And after a time that seemed both too long and too short, Mark told me
in his husky voice that he was going to cum for me. He was getting
close and I worked them harder, wanting too bring Chris off at the
same time. I wanted to see it and feel it, smell and taste my two
boyfriends cumming together, shooting their hot sperm for me. I
pressed their cocks together so that they were pointed in opposite
directions, holding Mark and Chris tightly with both of my hands
around their shafts. I was pumping them at the same time, back and
forth. Sliding down on Chris was sliding up on Mark, and vice versa,
my fingers slick and glistening with their precum.

"Ohhh...Fuck..." Mark groaned and he pulled Chris hard against him,
kissing his blonde lover deeply as his cock suddenly seemed to swell
and then spurt quickly, three and then four and five heavy shots of
his sperm shooting out across Chrissy's stiff penis, spraying against
the other boy's soft skin. It clung to Chris' soft brown pubic hair
and some of it ran down around the base of his cock and even his
balls.

Chris moaned then, sharply and he was cumming too as he felt Mark's
penis pressed tightly against his own, Mark's orgasm triggering his
own. His cock jerked quickly and he was cumming a lot, even more than
Mark, and the cum seemed to jet against the other boy's body as they
were so close now, kissing and groaning with pleasure. It was the
hottest thing I'd ever seen, my boyfriends cumming together, shooting
against each other's bodies while I held their cocks tight, jerking
them off as if they were one.

I had cum on my face and in my hair, the last few spurts of each of
them that hadn't gone far at all, but more or less fell from the
swollen heads of their cocks to land on my flushed skin. I didn't
mind, I loved them both and I brought each of them to my mouth to
clean the salty warm remains. They'd stopped making out finally, and
watched me, smiling and breathing hard, licking their lips and
laughing. I licked and sucked their cocks one at a time and sometimes
together, even gathering the sperm from their pubic hair and thighs
with tip of my tongue and swallowing it eagerly.

It was a new experience for all of us, and ever since we'd met Chris
it seemed we were always finding something new and exciting to do that
would have been unthinkable without him. It was all exploring and
experimenting and learning about each other. The best part of love for
me was that part, finding out something new and unexpected. I wanted
to do everything I could with them and I'd try anything we could think
of, and I could never get tired of making love like that.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Was that good?" I asked my two boyfriends, smiling and pulling at my
hair, sliding my fingers through long strands of it and collecting the
big sticky drops of sperm left behind. I just licked it off my fingers
to tease them.

"Oh yeah, Stephy." Mark grinned and he was lying down next to me.

"That was great," Chris agreed, and he was pressing his body close on
the left side.

Chris had found the towel he'd used after his shower and he'd wiped
himself off a bit before handing it to Mark. It had been pretty messy,
a couple teenage boys shooting their sperm all over me and each other.
But none of us were complaining about it. Except me of course, it was
a pain washing my hair all the time.

"Next time, you guys have to cum in my mouth or something." I made a
face. "I didn't think there was this much in my hair."

"Sorry," Mark sorta apologized with a grin. "Do you want to take a
shower?"

"In a little bit," I nodded. "I oughta make you guys give me a long
bath."

"We can do that." Mark grinned.

"What time are your parents coming home?" Chris asked Mark.

"Mmmm...Sometime between nine and ten probably." Mark shrugged, tossing
the towel to the floor. "Probably closer to ten."

It was almost eight already I saw, glancing at the little radio alarm
clock next to the bed. It was amazing how fast time could go when you
didn't want it to.

"Angie Stover's having her party right now," I remembered out loud.

"You want to go to her party?" Mark asked me, sounding a little
surprised.

"Who's Angie Stover?" Chris was rubbing my tummy lightly.

"No!" I grinned at Mark, moving my hand to his penis and finding him
still pretty hard. "I don't wanna go anywhere."

"She's a junior, kind of slut." Mark was grinning too and shifting a
little.

"That's not nice." I made a little face. "She just likes boys a lot.
But she is a bad girl."

"Does she have like short blonde hair?" Chris asked and I nodded,
reaching for his cock too. "Okay, yeah she asked me if I wanted to
come over."

"Oh yeah?" I looked at him. "What did you say?"

"I said maybe." Chris was touching me nice with his fingertips,
running them through my pubic hair. "That was like on Tuesday. I
didn't even know you guys then."

"Well, if you want to have sex, that'd be the place to go..." Mark was
saying and he was playing with my tits, holding the right one and
thumbing my puffy red nipple.

"If you wanna have sex, just stay right here," I said with a giggle.

"All Angie's friends are sluts, they'd probably all let you do it with
them," Mark continued, but he was making Angie sound worse than she
was, sorta.

"It's just a make out party." I shrugged my shoulders, sliding my
hands down both their dicks so I could fondle their balls. "Not a real
one."

"What's the difference?" Chris wondered and he really didn't know. He
was playing with my pussy now.

"A real party is..." Mark lifted his hands, "...a party. Lotsa beer, lotsa
noise and whatever."

"Yeah," I agreed. "And a make out party is just when someone's parents
are gone and anyone can go over to somebody's house and make out, or
hook up or whatever."

"So we're having a make out party?" Chris giggled and I laughed, but
it was cut short as Chris pushed a finger inside my pussy slowly,
making me gasp.

"No, well...Sorta, but nobody's gonna be making out except us," Mark
said and he was moving his hand down to my pussy too.

"Make out party at Mark's house!" I practically squealed cause that
was like unheard of, or maybe it was Mark pushing a big finger inside
me next to Chrissy's.

"My parents would kill me just for thinking about it," Mark said,
glancing at Chris as they fingered me together and that felt pretty
intense.

"Well, yeah." Chris laughed. "This Angie chick's parents too, right?"

"Oh yeah, definitely." Mark chuckled and I really was squealing then,
lifting my butt a little and squeezing my thighs around both their
hands.

"What?" Chris was looking at me, smiling like he was wondering what
he'd said, but he knew it was their fingers driving me crazy.

"Angie's dad is the sheriff," Mark told Chris. "He's a total dick
too."

"Mmmm..." I caught my breath, but I was still giggling, trying to
control my pussy while imagining Angie getting caught having a make
out party.

"The sheriff's daughter is a slut?" Chris rolled his eyes. "That
sounds bad. I'm glad I didn't go."

"A total dick...A serious dick...A real dick...A big dick..." I was giggling
and my pussy was clasping around their fingers tightly. "That's what
everybody says."

"What?" Mark made a face at me. "You're so weird, Stephy."

"So tight too!" Chris grinned at Mark.

"I heard Katie Macken gave him a blowjob," I sighed and the boys were
doing like totally different things inside me with their fingers. "She
was like drunk and..."

"And he was taking her home?" Mark laughed. "Everybody heard that
story. She's the one who tells it."

"I didn't hear it." Chris grinned and I was just squeezing his dick
now. Mark's too.

"He handcuffed her," I breathed, not wanting to cum, but really
wanting it too. "Cause she was driving drunk."

"Without a license cause she was like 15 or something," Mark added.

"She's only fifteen now." I grinned and then gasped as Mark curled his
big finger to find my spot, the perfect place inside, like on the roof
of my pussy.

"The sheriff had sex with her?" Chris shook his pretty blonde head.

"And she said she'd do anything to stay out of trouble," Mark
continued. "So he gave her a little drunk test..."

"With his serious dick!" I gave up on their cocks and grabbed their
wrists, pulling their hands, or pushing maybe, wanting them to touch
me all over now.

"So he let her go?" Chris asked and he was watching my pussy
squirming. "She's a freshman, right? I've seen her."

"Yeah, she was like in eighth grade last year when it happened," Mark
nodded. "Are you okay, Stephy?"

"Shut up..." I giggled, taking a deep breath and trying to talk like
they were, like everything was normal. It was seriously teasing me.

"Steph's kind of feisty right now." Chris laughed at me. "The sheriff
didn't get in trouble for that?"

"She said it happened like a year later, dude," Mark explained. "After
she got in a fight with Angie, so nobody believed her and they
couldn't prove anything anyway."

"Katie Macken's a total slut." I had my eyes closed, pretending I
didn't feel a thing. "She did it for sure."

"Maybe," Mark shrugged. "She talks a lot of shit too when she gets
mad."

"Would you?" Chris asked me with a grin and his thumb found my hard
little clit and I just died.

We had to stop, I mean the whole world did, while I just held my two
boyfriends, squeezing their wrists in my fists and jerking my body
around their fingers, and I came hard. Wetness spilled out of me fast
and hot, over their fingers and down my ass, staining Mark's bed. But
all I was doing was trying to breathe because it felt too good to
remember how to do that.

"Oh Jesus...Wow...Heh..." I was smiling and I let go of them. My breasts
were heaving up and down and I was damp with sweat and quivering all
over inside and out.

"Pretty good, huh Stephy?" Mark chuckled.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"I think you were squirting." Chris giggled and he was licking his
fingers so sweetly that Mark let Chris lick his too, pushing them into
the boy's open mouth one at a time.

"Fuck you're so hot." Mark shook his head. "Both of you."

I just giggled and nodded and watched Chris sucking my cum from our
boyfriend's fingers and there was no doubt that Mark was right.

"So...Would you?" Chris asked a few minutes later, when we were all
relaxed and comfy again, except for the cooling wet spot beneath my
butt.

"What was the question?" I looked at him. "Would I drive drunk? Or
suck the sheriff's dick?"

"Suck his dick." Chris glanced at Mark who was chuckling at us.

"Maybe," I laughed. "If I was gonna be in a lot of trouble if I
didn't."

"She'd do it anyway," Mark teased me.

"No way!" I grinned. "But if I did, I sure wouldn't go around bragging
about it!" I looked at Chris. "Would you do it?"

"Me?" Chris giggled. "Nope."

"What, you guys ain't queer now?" I teased them.

"Just cause I love Mark, it doesn't make me a fag," Chris said
seriously and he looked at his boyfriend. "Right?"

"We're not gay." Mark shook his head. "A fag would suck anybody's dick
and not care about who it was."

"I know." I smiled at them. "Kinda like being a slut, huh?"

"Yeah," Mark nodded. "Lots of people would call you a slut, Stephy.
Just for being with us."

"Lots of people would call us fags too." Chris sighed.

"My dad called me a slut today," I said softly.

"He did?" Mark swallowed hard cause he didn't want anyone calling me
that, and my own dad? Mark probably didn't believe me.

"Sorta," I shrugged. "When I told him I went to Clearview with both
you guys last night."

"He said you were a slut for that?" Chris frowned. He didn't want to
hear people calling me a slut neither.

"He said folks around here got a word for girls who do that." I
giggled. "Daddy was just mad."

"Is he still mad?" Chris looked a little nervous.

"No!" I laughed at him. "You saw him today, he likes you."

"Yeah, but he thinks I'm queer..." Chris didn't look too happy.

"We should go to that party." I grinned. "There'd be a lot of girls
there for you two guys, especially Chris."

"I'm not into a lot of girls." Chris shifted his hips and his cock was
still hard, sliding over my left thigh as he faced me.

"No?" I gave him a little look, all wide eyed and innocent.

"Just one," Chris said softly, and he totally meant it.

"Damn. I was just about to say that too." Mark chuckled softly and his
cock was rubbing my other leg.

"God, you are so perfect," I sighed, looking into Chris' eyes while he
played his fingers over my skin.

"No, you are Steph." Chris could be seriously romantic; I'd figured
that out, he just didn't have a lot of practice yet.

"What about me?" Mark asked, watching us. He could be romantic too,
but only once in awhile. It was work for him, but Chris was a natural.

"Put your cock inside me," I whispered to Chris. "I want you to fuck
me."

"Stephy..." Mark was rubbing my arm.

"After Chris is done..." I giggled, waving my hand at Mark cause I just
wanted to look at Chris. "You have to wait your turn."

"Just like my pop says..." Mark rolled his eyes. "Girls always gotta
make you wait."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Steph..." Chris was on top of me, with my legs around his waist and his
cock just starting to push slowly inside my tight hot sex.

"Hmmmm..." I smiled up at him, enjoying that feeling intensely.

"I have to ask you something." Chris looked a little nervous, which
was a little strange considering what we were doing.

"What is it?" I asked, dragging my fingernails lightly along his back.

"You're on the pill, or something, right?" He looked a little
embarrassed asking me that.

"Yeah, of course," I said with a breathless giggle.

"Okay." He gave me a relieved smile. "I just...I mean, I should have
asked before, but..."

"It's okay." I lifted my head to kiss him. "I'm glad you were thinking
about it."

"Well, I figured if you and Mark were doing it..."

"Shhh...Kiss me now," I sighed. "And fuck me nice, Mark's waiting."

"Yeah...Mmmm..." Chrissy put his lips on mine and that was the best part,
not better than making love with him, but kissing made the whole thing
better.

Yeah, kissing Chris while he fucked me, that was the best part,
definitely. And it was seriously sweet that he'd ask and I remembered
the first time we'd done it, probably he'd wanted to ask me then, but
Chris had been a little excited maybe. Or too shy most likely. I liked
it though, I wanted my boyfriends to be responsible like that. It
turned me on.

His cock was so perfect too, like I've said before; I fit his penis
like a glove. My pussy opening slowly around his penetration, the
walls of my sex tight and clasping and yielding until he was
completely inside me. I felt full when he was fucking me, not stuffed
full like with Mark, but wonderfully full and I moaned into his mouth
as Chris began moving his hips, sliding his long curved cock back and
forth.

Mark watched us, sitting close by, close enough so I could feel him
beside me, turned on his side with his head propped on his elbow. Mark
had to wait now, and he didn't mind. He was sharing me, sharing Chris
too now, just like we'd talked about so many months before. I was his
perfect pie and Chris was taking a nice deep bite of me, and that
thought made me giggle around Chrissy's tongue.

I was already incredibly wet. I'd cum twice that evening already, and
there was so much more cum left inside me. I could feel all the
goodness in my pussy, like it was coming to life. The little shivers
and spasms as my cunt tried to hold Chris inside. I wanted him there,
where he belonged, driving his cock inside me harder now. He lifted
himself up, bringing his knees closer and I lifted my ass to give him
the angle we both wanted.

Chris was going to fuck me hard this time and I wanted it so badly. I
didn't know if making love with both of those boys made me a slut or
not. I didn't care. All I knew was that it felt good, it felt right to
be doing it that way. Chris was going to fuck me nice and after he was
done, before his sperm would even begin to cool inside my well
prepared cunt, I'd take Mark inside me. That was what I wanted more
than anything, to have both of their cocks inside me, their orgasms
mixed and joined with my own juices.

The anticipation of that was tremendous, a huge rush of pleasure
seeping from my feverish imagination into my blood. My heart was
pumping fast and I was breathing heavily through my nose, my lips
pursed tightly as I watched Chrissy's face. He had his eyes closed,
his beautiful blue eyes were hidden from me and I wished he'd open
them. His long blonde hair was loose and tangled, falling and framing
his pretty face. He groaned softly, opening his mouth and drinking air
while he pistoned his cock in and out.

The sound of our fucking filled the room, the smell of it, musky and
damp and tropical almost, an exotic smell of my pussy juice and our
sweating bodies and his own musky scent. The soft slapping of Chris'
thighs and pelvis against me, our breathing, the sighs and grunts and
moans that we were bringing from each other. It was like a symphony of
passion. We were making love for real, and I was cumming all around
Chrissy's cock suddenly.

It just enveloped me like the sun, bursting forth from my womb and I
pulled him hard against me, so that the boy's body was crushing my
breasts, and my mouth sought his blindly because I had my eyes shut
then as well. I was cumming hard and Chris was still fucking me,
getting desperate now as he felt my pussy tightening around him,
convulsing and gripping him like a hot wet fist. He wouldn't last
long; he couldn't, not when I was cumming for him.

Chris was kissing my ear and then biting it, moaning loudly as he
jammed himself inside me deep, pressing his balls against my ass even
as they jumped and emptied their precious load into my waiting womb. I
felt him like a gentle rain inside me, a warmth that spread indistinct
but pleasant. The rapid pulsing of his cock was far more noticeable,
the way it pressed against my flesh, trapped within me now as I'd
locked my ankles tight behind his back, my fingers digging into
Chrissy's skin. I wanted to keep him inside me forever, just like
that, spilling his seed to mix with my own tangent desire.

I kissed Chris deeply, breathing the air from his own hot lungs and
smiling with the rapture of the moment. Our sex was always like that,
almost a religious experience, like some strange revelation that there
was something bigger and better than ourselves and we could find it
together, when we were joined that way, with our hearts and bodies.
It's a silly thought maybe, a romantic notion, but I was so in love
that I could think of it no other way. I didn't want to.

"I love you, Stephanie." Chris sucked his lips and he was withdrawing
his cock slowly.

"I love you too, Chris." I smiled and I was letting him go. We didn't
need to say anything else.

Mark kissed him too, briefly and with a smile. I giggled as Mark took
Chrissy's place between my legs and he was lifting my legs high,
putting them over his shoulders.

"Ohhh..." I laughed, making a little face as Mark rolled my body up,
spreading his arms and leaning forward so that my knees were nearly
against my breasts. I was on my shoulders as much as my back and if it
was a little uncomfortable, I didn't care.

"I want to fuck you hard...Okay?" Mark asked me and I knew what he
meant.

"Yeah...I'm ready...It's okay," I nodded.

I was wet now, I mean obviously and seriously soaked. My pussy was
full of Chris' sperm and my own juices, and my sex was stretched and
ready for Mark this time. He could fuck me good, I thought, and we
wouldn't have to take it so slow. He could make love to me the way he
liked with long deep strokes and I was trembling with excitement as I
felt his swollen cock pressing against the splayed entrance of my
pussy.

I stared up into Mark's soft brown eyes when he pushed inside me and
he was so much bigger than Chris. Not hugely bigger, but enough that I
could feel it. I was being stretched even more than usual maybe, and
it was good like that. My pussy was ready for it, eager to be filled
and stuffed with Mark's big cock, and he pushed himself all the way
inside with one long thrust.

Mark's cock nudged my cervix and he still had more to give me, another
inch at least, as this position was giving him every bit of my cunt.
He pushed harder and I winced, because it was uncomfortable and his
cock was opening parts of me that had only rarely been touched before.
He was going to fuck that huge cock right into my womb, forcing the
soft neck of my cervix to open up, to give him more room.

He did it too, just like he was promising me with his tender smile and
gentle eyes, pushing until his heavy balls were against my stretched
anus and then he paused, making sure I was okay. I just nodded and
smiled, and even if it had hurt a lot I wouldn't have shown it to him.
But it didn't hurt, not too much, it was just a dull ache really, or
sometimes a sharp pain when he hit the bottom of my pussy hard, but I
just took him. He was fucking me good, pulling his cock back and
thrusting forward and down, feeling all that sperm and girl cum from
fucking Chris still inside me.

It was coming out of me too, being squished out the sides of my pussy
when Mark would pull his cock out. My labia were stretched tight
around him too, my whole pussy was taut it seemed, with a tension as
the muscles inside were strained by the size and strength of Mark's
penis. I was helpless beneath him, pinned to my boyfriend's bed with
my legs over his shoulders, my hands pulling at his muscular thighs to
fuck me harder. The pain was going away and it felt good now, so good
that it hurt, which was just the confusion that I always felt when I
was fucking Mark.

I couldn't do anything but accept it and moan, and give little high
pitched yelps when his cockhead would penetrate my cervix. It was a
great fuck, so different than the way it had been with Chris. This was
hard and almost brutal, but not cruel. Mark was loving me and it gave
us both pleasure to do it that way, to make love like animals almost.
The only tenderness we shared was between our eyes and that was
enough.

I came several times with him. One after another, small ones that just
robbed me of my senses and left me panting breathless beneath my
lover. Mark took a long time before he could cum, longer than Chris,
and that was okay too. I wanted him to take his time, to build up his
excitement. I wanted to feel every drop of his semen inside me. His
sperm mixing with Chrissy's, that was what I wanted, to be full with
both of them. My only regret was that I wouldn't get pregnant. How
glorious would that have been, to feel their sperm inside me, each of
them racing to find my egg and fertilize it before the other.

And we wouldn't know who's it was, not for a long time. And until we
did they'd both be fathers, Chris and Mark, and even after, what would
change? Nothing. Our child would have two daddy's to love it and
cherish it and that was my ultimate fantasy of the moment. The one
that brought me the huge orgasm that I'd been waiting for. I came hard
and wept and cried out with sobs of joy. It was a perfect climax made
only better when Mark started to cum as well, his sperm flooding me as
he held his cock deep, all the way inside my womb, inside my uterus
perhaps.

It was the best sex of my life.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"I have to ask you something," I said, and I hated those words.

"Me?" Chris turned his head.�

We were sitting by the old bridge, in the back of Mark's truck, kind
of spread out and enjoying the night. We'd left his house after nine,
before his parents got back from Clearview and it was after ten now,
so I'd been putting it off.

"I heard, um...I heard you guys are selling your farm." I was looking
down.

"Who's farm?" Chris sounded a little confused.

"I heard that too." Mark was looking at me because he knew where I'd
heard it and so I'd be wondering why Mark hadn't mentioned something.

"You mean my farm?" Chris was looking back and forth between us in the
darkness. There were some clouds tonight.

"Yeah," I nodded and then looked up at him. "How come you didn't tell
us?"

"My dad said he was selling some of it." Chris shrugged. "He didn't
say he was selling all of it. What did you hear?"

"The real estate guy, Norm, he came around and was asking my folks
about it," Mark explained. "He said the whole place was up for sale."

"Well..." Chris seemed to think about that for a minute. "Where are we
going to live?"

Mark just shrugged and I wasn't going to have an answer, that was up
to Chris' parents, but the boy didn't know anything more than we did.
Maybe even less than us, it sounded like.

"I don't want to move," Chris sounded more sad than angry. "I just got
here. I just met you guys."

"Yeah." I swallowed hard because for some reason it felt an awful lot
like a goodbye to me just then.

"This isn't right," Chris decided. "You guys must have heard wrong or
something. We're just selling some acres or something, not everything.
Not the house."

"Yeah maybe," Mark nodded. "It'd be kinda strange moving all the way
out here and then selling right away. You guys could have sold it
without moving at all."

"Yeah," Chris agreed. "We wouldn't have moved just so we could move
again. Right?"

"Right." I swallowed hard, not knowing what to believe.

We were quiet for a long while, and it was really quiet too. There
weren't any crickets or frogs this time of year, just some rustling in
the bushes, for a minute, and then it was gone. That had been a
raccoon probably, or maybe a fox. There weren't a lot of them around,
but there were some and we'd see one sometimes. They were pretty cool.

"Shit," Chris sighed and he was worried, like we all were. "If they
sell everything, I'm running away. I don't care."

"Where would you go?" I asked him.

"I don't know," he shrugged.

"Could be I heard it wrong," Mark said, trying to give us some hope.
"Norm isn't exactly reliable anyway. That guy would sell anything to
anybody so long as he could make too much money doing it."

"That's the truth," I agreed. "He might have said your dad was selling
everything just so he could change the story later, get a better price
or something."�

"You think so?" Chris looked at us.

"Yeah." Mark shrugged. "Look, you ain't gonna know until you talk to
your dad anyway."

"I know." Chris made an unhappy sound. "But what if he says, you know...
What if he says we're moving?"

"If you guys move back to Albany, that isn't too far, we can..." Mark
was talking but I cut him off.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore," I said. "I don't want to."

"Okay," Mark said quietly.

"We don't know anything for sure anyways." I didn't want to cry
either.

"Okay, Steph." Chris cleared his throat.

"Let's just sit out here a little while, alright?" I looked at my
boyfriends. "You guys sit by me. It's cold tonight."

"Yeah, it is." Mark smiled gently and he moved so he could hold me,
and Chris slid over too, so that I could cuddle up between them.

We sat like that for awhile, just being close and touching each other,
trying to be comforted. I felt bad for Chris, for all of us really,
and I hoped Mark and me had gotten the story wrong, but that didn't
seem too likely. It didn't make much sense Chrissy's family doing all
that moving though either, but I felt very small, like a little kid
right then, and little kids don't know anything anyway.

"Do you want me to come by, pick you up after church tomorrow?" Mark
asked me. "We can ride the horses back to your place."

"Yeah, okay." I nodded.

"Do you guys go to church, Chris?" Mark looked past me.

"Uh, no...Not really." Chris shook his head.

"You want to meet us at Stephy's house? Like, um..." Mark looked at me,
"...ten o'clock?"

"Yeah, that's good," I said.

"Sure, okay," Chris agreed, but he didn't sound very enthusiastic,
none of us did really, not like we should have been.

"Cool." Mark smiled, because he wanted to be happy, but the thought of
Chris moving away was just hanging over everything we did now. It
sucked.

Most everyone who went to church around there went to the same church,
the old Protestant church that sat where the town was, except it
wasn't a town really. Just a crossroads. It didn't even have a proper
name, or if it did I wasn't aware of it. Everybody just called it by
whatever they were going there for. The folks who lived there just
called it home.�

There was the church and the high school; the elementary and middle
schools were in Clearview, and I didn't miss those long bus rides
growing up. We had a couple feed stores and a granary with railroad
tracks. The county seat was there, with some offices and the sheriff's
department. A fire department that was mostly volunteer, and most
everybody's dad was on it. We had a gas station with a convenience
store, and a liquor store next to that, selling whatever the gas
station didn't; a hardware store and a grocery store. A barbershop and
little beauty parlor...That's about it. A few old houses and not much
else.

Clearview was where most stuff was that people might need, and that
was about thirty miles away. Beyond that was Rochester, maybe sixty
miles to the west along the highway that ran borderline to the
county's southern edge; that was where the truck stop was. Albany was
forever away, all the way across the state to the east, and despite
what Mark had tried to say earlier, if Chris moved back there we'd
never see him again.

"I wish I was eighteen," Chris said after a bit.

"I'm glad you're not." I had my head on his lap by then, lying down on
my side.�

Mark was over my hip, kind of hugging me from the waist down with his
right hand on my tummy, under my sweatshirt. I'd put my bra back on
after my shower, just so I wouldn't forget it, and I wished I'd left
it off. I was a lot more comfortable without it and Chris was playing
with my tits, just a little cause his hand fell there kind of
naturally while he held me.

"Why?" Chris looked down at me.

"Cause we wouldn't have met you." I laughed, like that was obvious.

"I'll be eighteen in March," Mark said. "It kinda sucks."

"Why?" Chris wondered.

"Cause I still have another year of high school after that," Mark
shrugged. "It's like not being eighteen at all."�

He was rubbing my butt through those blue cords I'd gotten from Jordy.
I still didn't have any panties on and the seam was hard and splitting
my pussy, and it felt kind of good actually. I wasn't trying to get
excited though, partly because I didn't need to get another pair of
pants all stained, but also I just wasn't in the mood for it. But my
boyfriends seemed to be trying to change that, maybe intentionally,
maybe not, but they were boys anyway so it was in their genes to be
touching me.

"Mark won't graduate til he's nineteen." I giggled cause I did tease
him about that sometimes.

"Why's that?" Chris asked him.

"What? Lots of guys are nineteen when they graduate," Mark said a
little defensively.

"He got held back in second grade," I told Chris. "He can't read."

"I was dyslexic. I can read just fine." Mark pinched my butt hard.

"Ow!" I laughed and squirmed. "So all he does is play football..."

"That's it." Mark was sitting up and pulling me over his thighs.

"...except the plays are all backwards...Ohhh! Hey! Mark!" I was laughing
and kicking, but not much and Chris was grinning at us.

"You're getting a spanking now, Stephy," Mark told me.

"Chris...Help!" I gasped and giggled and Mark was holding me easily,
putting his left hand in the small of my back, and spanking my butt
hard with the right.

"Maybe you should pull her pants down," Chris suggested with a giggle.

"I should, huh?" Mark laughed, and spanked me again. "She might like
that though!"

"Traitor!" I laughed at Chris and he just grinned. "Ow! Oh...Mark! It
isn't...Owww! Funny!"

"Then why are you laughing so much?" Mark teased me and he knew it
didn't hurt and I liked it sometimes, playing like that. I loved the
way he was big and strong and sometimes I just wanted Mark to grab me
cause he could.�

"Mmmm..." I sighed and Mark had stopped after maybe a dozen spankings,
like birthday spankings really, or maybe a little harder than that,
but not much.

"Now, that's what a bad girl gets around these parts." Mark chuckled,
mimicking my dad, and he was rubbing my ass nice because those
corduroys fit me perfectly, hugging my butt and hips like they were
painted on.

"I'll have to remember that." Chris was smiling big at me.

"Is that all she gets?" I made a pouting sound and my mood had
suddenly changed for the better. It's kind of neat what a little
spanking can do for a girl's attitude.




end of 07
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