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Subject: {ASSM} Mornings on Horseback 08/22 by Rachael Ross (mmf, Rom, Cons, Bi,  Oral, Anal, Caution)
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Mornings on Horseback
by Rachael Ross

Chapter Eight



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.



end of 08
end of Book One - continued with Book Two (chapter nine)
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