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Mornings on Horseback
by Rachael Ross

Chapter Fourteen


I felt the footsteps, more than heard them, and I shivered, fearful
that it was Georgie coming back.

"What the...Stephy?" Chris was there and I don't know how long I'd been
on the floor. "What happened? Oh Jesus..."

Chris touched me, but just for a second and I recoiled from it. I
didn't want him to get dirty.

"You fucker..." Chris said under his breath and then he was gone and I
could hear him yelling. "What did you do to her...What the fuck did you
do?"

Voices were echoing through the house and I couldn't keep them
straight. The came up through the floor like ghosts, muffled and
deeper than they should have been. They filled my ear, which was
pressed to the linoleum as I lay there, and I shivered.

"I didn't hurt her none." Georgie was laughing. "I just gave the
little slut what she wanted..."

"What?" Mark's voice and he was yelling for me. "Stephy...Steph? Where
is she?"

"You little faggot, you wanna fight with me?" Georgie sounded
incredulous or amused maybe, and there was some banging, some shaking
maybe, but I was so tired.

"Don't you hit my son!" Wendy was yelling now.

"Stay out of it, whore!" Georgie warned her.

Some more noises, like glass breaking and thunder far off. I dreamt of
rain maybe, or I wanted to. A big long rain, like in the Bible. Forty
days and forty nights, it might almost be enough to wash that man out
of me.

"Fuck you!" someone yelled.

"I'll kill you!" someone else said and I wanted the voices to go away.

"You little cocksucker!" Georgie was saying that. "Now you're gonna
pay!"

More thuds and Wendy was screaming until there was a loud smack and
she suddenly stopped.

"Mom!" Chris yelled and the whole house was shaking, like the walls
were going to collapse.

There wasn't much else said, really. Not that I could hear. Just a lot
of scuffling and grunting and the occasionally crash, and then there
was a loud thump. Just that and then it was mercifully silent.

"Oh shit," I heard Mark. "Look at all that blood."

"I think I..." Chrissy's voice was so soft I could barely hear him.

Then I heard Wendy's shrill voice. "What did you do? Oh God...Oh God..." 

"...is he dead?" Mark's voice again.

I couldn't hear anything else and I was cold, not feeling anything and
not really understanding what was happening downstairs. They'd been
fighting, obviously, and someone had done something and Chrissy's dad
was dead? Or was it Chris? What did that mean, I wondered, and my
heart was stopped. I heard footsteps, fast and heavy coming up the
stairs and it was Mark, picking me up.

"Come on, Steph. We have to go....Fuck, we gotta get out of here..." He
was warm, flushed and sweating, and it was the only time I'd ever seen
him afraid of something.

He gathered me easily in his strong arms and I didn't try to stop him.
I just put my arms around his neck, pressing my face against his
shoulder as he carried me out of the bathroom. We went down the stairs
and I saw Chris standing in the front room which was all broken up,
everything smashed like a tornado had hit it. Wendy was there too,
kneeling by a body, by Georgie's body, and he was face down and his
head was all covered with red blood.

"We gotta call the sheriff..." Chris was saying. He was bloody too, his
lip cut and his nose bleeding, "...or something. Oh fuck. I think I
killed him."

"No! No police..." Wendy was shaking her head. "Oh, God he wasn't
supposed to do this...Not yet!"

"What do you mean?" Chris stared at his mother.

"You have to go, if they catch you..." Wendy licked her bruised lips.

"What did you say?" Chris grabbed his mother by the shoulders, shaking
her.

"We were just having fun," Wendy said and then stared at me. "It's her
fault! Georgie just wanted some fun, that's all."

"Fun?" Mark seemed to hold me even tighter. "Are you crazy?"

"He raped her." Chris rubbed his forehead. "I killed him."

"Shhhh...No, he didn't. She's just a slut." Wendy was shaking her head,
putting her arms around her son. "She doesn't love you, not like I do.
Georgie didn't hurt her, Chris...Chris..."

Wendy was moaning and pressing her body against Chris, kissing his
cheeks and neck. One hand went to his head, pulling him down and she
kissed his mouth, whispering something about love.

"Ummphh...Mom...Stop!" Chris was trying to push her away, but Wendy was
clinging to him, crying now.

"He isn't your dad anyway...I love you Chris...We'll go away, me and you.
They did this, not you. They did this to us...."

"What?" Chris pulled his mother's arms away, holding her wrists and
forcing her back. "What are you saying?

"Georgie isn't your real dad." Wendy almost smiled and she'd lost it,
like she was in shock maybe, not making any sense. "I just told him
that..."

"Not my dad?" Chris looked down at the man.

"I was sixteen." Wendy was sounding crazy and her face was animated.
She was happy, or something. Eager to tell Chrissy the good news. "I
couldn't have a baby by myself. My parents kicked me out, so I told
him it was his..."

"You were in college..." Chris stared at her.

"No, uh-uh, we just made that up," Wendy giggled. "I was in high
school, in Syracuse, and Georgie thought you were his. But you're
mine, Chris...All mine..."

"I gotta..." Chris turned to look at me and Mark. "We gotta do
something."

"No, you have to go!" Wendy didn't have any idea what she was doing,
and she was running around suddenly, her clothes half torn away, her
hair messed up and red faced. Mark just stood there holding me and
sort of turning on his hips as we watched her.

"What are we going to do?" Chris stared at us wide eyed and
frightened.

"I don't know, um...I guess, we...Call an ambulance or the sheriff," Mark
was saying. "Call nine one one."

"Yeah, okay." Chris was shaking and he nodded, looking around for the
phone.

"No, here..." Chris' mom was back. "You have to leave. Just go. Here's
her purse and some money; it's all I got."

"What? Where? Mom, what about..." Chris stared at the money his mom had
pushed into his hand.

"You just go away. I don't know where. Anywhere, but not around here."
Wendy was wide eyed and scared now, like she'd suddenly changed into
somebody else. It was scary, but more for Chris than me or Mark, I
think. She was hugging him tightly. "Call me when you get someplace.
I'll tell you when you can come back."

"He raped her," Chris was saying. "It was self-defense."

"Yeah..." Wendy was nodding. "...But, oh God...I don't know. Just run away,
go now." She pushed him away and I could see she was crying and a
little bloody herself. "You need uh...A  coat, it's cold...I'll get your
coat, and um...Oh God..."

"But if I run..." Chris looked around.

"You have to! They'll put you in jail, don't you see?" Wendy was
shoving him hard. "You can't go there, you can't."

"You have to take Stephanie home," Chris said, and he stepped close,
sort of tucking my purse onto my tummy as Mark held me with one arm
beneath my knees and the other under my shoulders.

"What are you going to do?" Mark asked.

"I'll uh, I don't know. I'll go to Albany or the City or something."
Chris nodded like he might almost have a plan. "I have some friends,
maybe."

"I'll take Stephy home, and then we'll go," Mark said. "Me and you."

"No. You can't just take her home and leave," Chris shook his head.

"Chris, I have to call a doctor! Go! You can't be here!" Wendy was
pretty close to losing it completely.

"I'm going with you," Mark decided.

"Me too," I said softly.

"What?" Chris stared at me.

"I'm not going to lose you," I said and it was clear to me, like I
felt detached from everything.

"I'll be back," Chris promised. "You guys just stay here."

"Here...Here's your coat." Wendy was putting Chris' Yankees jacket over
his shoulders. "You call me and uh...I'll talk to the sheriff. It's
their fault, not yours...Her fault..." She was staring at me and I stared
back.

"Then we're going with you," I said, a little stronger now, making
sure Wendy heard me. "Right, Mark?"

"Yeah, we can't let you go by yourself," Mark nodded. "Let's go."

He didn't wait for more argument from Chris or his mom, Mark just
turned and carried me out of the house and Chris followed us a second
later. He hurried ahead of us so he could open the passenger door of
the truck and Mark eased me onto the seat gently, being super careful,
but I was okay. Chris got in next to me and Mark moved around so he
could get behind the wheel.

"Go to our spot," I said and I think that was Mark's plan anyway. We
needed some time to think, to slow down and get ourselves sorted out. 

"Yeah." Mark gunned the engine and pulled out of the Wheelock place in
a hurry while I curled up next to Chris, letting him hold me tight.

"Oh, God. I'm so sorry, Steph..." Chris kissed me and stroked my hair
and I didn't say anything, I just listened to his heart beating fast.

We went to the old bridge, which was our special place, our secret
spot, and nothing could hurt us there. I think we were all pretty
numb, pretty exhausted emotionally, and we were all hurting. Georgie
had put up a real fight before Chris had hit him over the head with
something, I didn't know what, and it wasn't important anyway.

None of us knew anything, except we were scared. Chris had killed the
man, maybe Mark too, since they'd all been fighting. People went to
jail for that. My boyfriends were going to go to jail, that's all I
was thinking about, and I couldn't stand that thought. It wasn't their
fault, it was mine. I should have gotten up and cleaned myself and
pretended like nothing was wrong. If I'd just done that, none of this
would have happened. Wendy was right, it was my fault and I hated
myself for it. Letting Georgie fuck me wouldn't have killed me, but
losing one or both of my boyfriends, that would do it. 

"I need to wash myself," I decided, after we'd been just sitting there
in the dark for a few minutes. 

It was past sunset, but not really late, maybe eight o'clock, or a
little after. The moon was up, just past full, and there was enough
light to see. Chris and Mark got out of the truck with me and I went
down by the stream, that creek running beneath the broken down bridge,
and the water was ice cold. It was autumn now and the air was chilly
and the water stung my body as I washed my face and hands first, and
then I washed my sex, squatting on some rocks and cupping water in my
hands.

I wanted a hot bath, but that stream was all I had and it was enough.
I spent a long time down there, ignoring the cold and pushing freezing
fingers into my pussy, digging every bit of Georgie's sperm out of me
that I could. It wasn't so much anyway, or at least it didn't seem
like it, and by the time the boys were wondering if I was okay and
calling to me, I was finished.

Mark was waiting for me with his comforter, the big quilt blanket he
always had in the back of his truck, stashed away in the Rubbermaid
storage box mounted behind the cab. He didn't have any towels in
there, but the comforter was just as good and I was cold. He wrapped
me up in it and then held me, with my back to his chest and his arms
around my waist.

"We're going to take you home," Chris said. "Then me and Mark, we're
going to New York City. I have some friends there."

"Just for a little while, until we know we can come back," Mark added.
"After Chrissy's mom talks to the Sheriff, she'll straighten it out
and tell us when it's okay."

"I don't want to go home," I lied. "I'm not going to stay here,
waiting for you guys."

"Steph..." Chris started.

"No!" I shook my head. "I have to go with you. If you don't take me,
I'll just follow you, I swear."

"I love you, but you can't go," Mark said softly. "We don't have much
money. We don't know where we're going..."

"I don't care," I protested. "I love both of you too much. I'll never
let you go without me. Never, ever."

"Please, Stephanie." Chris was close now, close enough to hug and so I
lifted my arms, pulling him to me so that all three of us were hugging
and I was warm now, wrapped between my two boyfriends the way I was
supposed to be.

"I love you," I told Chris. "I don't care where we go, as long as I'm
with you."

I kissed him then, softly as I felt his lips swollen and the hard scab
of blood where his lip had been cut. I kissed him as tenderly as I
knew how, letting my tongue go into Chris' mouth and all that numbness
was going away, all the bad stuff too. I couldn't remember any of it,
not when I was kissing Chris. Not when Mark was holding me safe and
tight in his arms. There was just us and all I felt was that love. It
was all I ever wanted to feel and in that place we were safe. It was
only when we left it, when we went someplace else, to school, or our
homes, wherever, then we had secrets and lies and people jealous and
cruel and wanting what we had.

I wished we could have stayed at the old bridge forever.

After Chris, I lifted my face and Mark kissed me, harder, but no less
tenderly, and his hands squeezed my waist through the comforter and
his tongue filled my mouth and Chrissy's arms went under mine and
around to Mark, so that we were like one person. When we'd finished
our kiss, Mark leaned over my right shoulder and I had my hand in
Chrissy's hair, pulling him to their kiss. The three of us were in
love and we were meant to be together, we all knew it. 

Mark and Chris kissed long while I watched and sighed and felt my
heart beating with new life. Georgie had tried to kill it, but he
hadn't. Mark and Chris wouldn't let him, they were the ones with me
now and I wasn't ever going to let them go. If they had to run away,
and maybe they did since Georgie had looked pretty dead, then I was
running away too. 

I wanted to go home so badly, and see my parents and hug and kiss
them, and sleep in my own bed...But I wasn't a little girl anymore. I
was sixteen. A hundred years ago I'd have been married with babies
already. For whatever reason, sixteen was still a kid nowadays, but
not for me. Not anymore. I was a woman and I'd leave behind my
childish things. I'd see my parents again. I'd apologize and explain
and they'd still love me. I'd call them as soon as I could, and my
real regret was the hurt I'd be causing them while they worried. But I
wasn't a little girl, I could do this, I could take care of Chris and
Mark. I loved them too much not to and I knew they'd take care of me.

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

"I want to do it." I laughed lightly and just an hour or so before I
couldn't have imagined that I'd ever laugh again.

"Do what?" Chris asked as he pressed his body to mine, with Mark
hugging us both from behind me.

"We might not ever be back here again," I sighed.

"You want to make love?" Chris narrowed his eyes a little and I knew
neither he nor Mark were probably in much of a mood for sex, not after
what we'd been through.

"Yeah, please?" I looked up at Mark, who was looking down at me. "Both
of you, before we have to go?"

"After what happened..." Mark tried to look at me, "...What we did?"

"I need you," I said softly.

"Okay," Mark nodded slowly and there was something in his face, but it
was hard to tell just by the moonlight. Or maybe it was his voice.

"What's wrong?" I asked, because I felt it.

"I..." he cleared his throat. "In the kitchen, I, um...Chrissy's mom...We
did it..."

That was the real reason we were there, at the old bridge. It was the
place where we didn't have any secrets, they weren't allowed. It was a
promise I'd made to Mark, and he'd made to me the night I'd given him
my virginity. We wouldn't break that promise, never, and I knew Chris
didn't understand that yet. Probably no one would understand it,
except Mark and me, but Chris was finding out now.

"What?" Chris jerked in my arms like he'd been slapped.

"She made you do it?" I stared at him, not sure what I felt.

"She just...She was touching me and telling me that she knew..." Mark
looked at Chris painfully. "She knew about us, that we love each
other. She was going to tell, or your dad was maybe. I don't know."

"That's what Georgie said to me." I nodded slowly, holding Chris and
making sure he couldn't leave us. "He said he was going to tell
everyone if I didn't let him...You know."

"You had sex with my mom?" Chris sighed.

"I didn't want to, but she was...Touching me and...I don't know..." Mark
looked confused and sad. "I'm sorry, Chris, I really am. And Stephy, I
shouldn't have left you alone. Jesus. I'm sorry."

It was kind of hard to be mad at Mark, even if I wanted to be, which I
didn't. Chris and I both knew that Wendy had been hitting on Mark
since the first time they'd met and Mark was just seventeen, it wasn't
like he had a lot of experience. I was the only girl he'd ever had sex
with, until now. It made me jealous, a lot, but I wasn't mad at my
boyfriend, just at Chrissy's mom and she had to be evil or something.
She knew what she was doing and how it could only hurt us.

"They planned it," I said, knowing it was the truth because it was so
obvious.

"Yeah," Chris had to agree. "They just had to get me out of the house
for a bit, huh?"

"I swear, I said no like a hundred times, Chris." Mark frowned and
Chris just nodded, he wasn't going to be mad at Mark.

"I couldn't let him say anything to hurt you guys," I told my
boyfriends. "Georgie was going to tell everyone I was a slut and I
told him I didn't care, but when he said he was going to tell people
about you and Mark...I couldn't...But then in the bathroom, when he tried
to make me, I felt sick..."

"Shhhh..." Mark kissed my hair. "It's okay, we know. Chris knows."

"Yeah, I know." Chris had his eyes closed. "They lied to me. Ever
since I was born. He wasn't even my dad."

Mark and I didn't say anything, we just held him.

"They didn't meet at college." Chris laughed, but it was a sad sound.
"My mom didn't even go to college, she was sixteen? Jesus. No wonder
she looks so good. She's what? Thirty-two or something? I thought she
was almost forty."

"Chris..." I pulled his face to the comforter, against my breasts.

"She was just some high school slut from...What did she say? Syracuse?"
Chris shook his head slightly. "She doesn't even know who my dad is, I
bet. God, how could I never know any of that? She was my mom."

"She's still your mom," Mark offered gently.

"I don't care, not after what they did to Stephanie." Chris looked up
sharply.

"You gotta, I don't know..." Mark started and ended with a shrug.

"She did it too, just as bad as him," Chris said. "They planned it,
both of them. We can't trust her either..."

"She loves you," I said.

"She knows she's guilty. What? Loves me?" Chris looked at me. "She
wants to fuck me. She used to come into my room at night and..." He
stopped abruptly.

"What is it?" I asked softly.

"Nothing." Chris looked down. 

"You can tell us." I pulled him close again, kissing him. "It helps to
talk. You can trust us."

"I know, but..."

"He doesn't have to," Mark said, and we could both probably imagine
what Chrissy's mom might have been doing in his bedroom at night.

We were quiet for awhile and I spent it kissing Chris, rubbing my
hands up and down his back and trying to comfort him. His day had been
every bit as bad as mine, I realized, even worse, and probably we were
all broken now, a little bit.

"She used to touch me, down there, my...dick," Chris started talking.
"Sometimes she'd kiss it, kiss...Me. My lips, my mouth. She called it a
movie kiss, and I didn't know. I thought it was what mom's do."

Another long pause and Chris was crying, making me cry too.

"She never tried to...I mean we didn't have sex or anything," Chris said
weakly. "She wanted to, maybe, after I was old enough to cum. She just
jerked me off mostly, sucked me sometimes, but we never...We didn't do
it."

"It's okay." I kissed him, kissed his eyes and wet cheeks. "It wasn't
your fault."

"Then, in Albany I said something, to a girl...A girl I liked." Chris
cleared his throat. "I didn't know better, I knew it was a secret, but
I thought I could tell her. She...That girl, she told her mom or
something. That's why we moved, some social worker came over, asking
questions and..."

"I know, Chris." I felt so bad for him.

"...and I lied. I said mom didn't do anything; I'd just made it all up.
My mom never did that stuff, that's what I said." Chris rubbed his
eyes. "I lied and then we moved and then I met you and my mom hated
you. She didn't want me to have a girlfriend."

"Okay...Alright...It doesn't matter now." I rubbed his back gently.

"She wanted my dad...That guy..." Chris snorted. "...to hurt you. I mean,
she must have, right? She wanted him to do it, to get caught maybe, or
something. Like you'd enjoy it maybe."

"And then you wouldn't love me anymore." I swallowed hard. "Like if
she fucked Mark."

"Yeah," Chris nodded and we thought we had it all figured out now.

"They don't matter now," Mark said. "They can't hurt us anymore."

"Unless we go to jail. Or she lies," Chris sighed. "God. What if he's
dead? What did I do?"

"You were just protecting me," I told him. "That's what we'll say.
We'll just tell the truth."

"My mom will say you guys did it," Chris said and maybe he was right,
we couldn't know for sure, but we all thought he probably was.

"We'll just go then," Mark said. "We're still going to the City,
right?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "That's what we'll do."

"We're going to be in so much trouble." Chris wiped his face on the
sleeve of his jacket and we'd stopped crying a long time before. 

"Only if we get caught," Mark said. "New York is a big place."

"Have you ever been there?" I asked Mark, cause I didn't think he had.

"Once, yeah." Mark nodded. "When I was twelve, just for a weekend. It
was huge."

"Yeah, it's big," Chris agreed. "I'll call my mom after we get there."

"Me too, all of us. You gotta call your parents, Mark." I bit my lip.
"Everybody's going to be worried."

"Yeah, I know," Mark sighed. "This is going to be pretty hard on
them."

"We just need some time," I decided. "If Sheriff Stover finds us
tonight, he'll lock you guys up."

"I know, yeah. Maybe," Mark said. "Depends on what Chris' mom says."

"We can't trust her, man." Chris shook his head. "You and Steph can't,
for sure. It's gonna be our word against hers."

It seemed especially bad hearing Chris talk about his mom like that,
but we couldn't deny what had happened either. What she'd done to
Chris, how she'd blackmailed Mark, the same way Georgie had
blackmailed me. She'd been in on it and she was looking at a lot of
trouble if it all came out. The thing in Albany wouldn't be forgotten,
and having sex with Mark? I didn't know what the law was for sure, but
probably it was statutory rape to have sex with a minor if you were
like over thirty. 

Wendy would go to jail for sure, lose Chris, lose everything if she
didn't sell me and Mark out, make us guilty somehow. She'd probably
say Mark had raped her while I'd been busy seducing Georgie, or
something equally stupid. Georgie had caught him and Mark had killed
him and Chris was just a confused boy, forced into it by me, forced to
have gay sex with my perverted boyfriend. Who knows what she might say
and what people might believe. 

We had to run away, I thought. I couldn't stand the thought of losing
Mark or Chris, I needed them both more than I needed anything else.

"How much money did she give you?" Mark asked.

"Ummm..." Chris dug into his pocket and slowly counted the crumpled up
bills in the moonlight. "About a hundred and thirty dollars. I got
about twenty in my wallet."

"I have like seventeen in my purse," I said. "And my dad's credit
card, an ATM card too. Maybe we can't use those though, I don't know."

"I have forty something, maybe fifty," Mark said. "That isn't very
much for three people to go to the City with."

"Yeah." Chris pushed the money back into his pants. "Are we going to
drive?"

"Nah, we can't take the truck," Mark shook his head. "They'll be
looking for it."

"The Trailways?" I looked up at Mark and he nodded.

"Yeah, out at the truck stop. The busses stop there and they sell
tickets and everything," Mark explained to Chris.

"They have an ATM too," I said. "I can get three hundred dollars from
my account at one time, I think."

"Your college money?" Mark gave me a little frown.

"What good is college if we starve?" I grinned at him. "It's not my
college money anyway and my dad said if I ever had an emergency..."

"I guess this counts," Mark sighed. "You're dad is going to kill me so
bad."

"No, he's going to expect you to take care of me," I said truthfully
cause I believed it. "He's going to be proud of you."

"Yeah, right. This is so weird," Mark said and we all had to agree
with that. "He's expecting me to bring you home."

"You will." I went on my tip-toes and kissed Mark. "Just not tonight."

I don't know why I was suddenly feeling so strange, almost
lighthearted in a way, like it was all a game. Probably post-stress
something or other, but whatever it was, I felt a little excited.
Running away to New York City with my two boyfriends, escaping a
crime, a murder that we hadn't committed. It was just self-defense.
We'd be wrongly accused and innocent and on the run. I felt high, like
I'd taken some weird pill or something and it was romantic too.
Seriously romantic, like I was living in a movie, except I was
frightened out of my mind as well. I had no idea what I was feeling,
except that I kind of liked it somehow.

"Can we lie down now?" I asked my two boyfriends. "We've been standing
up a long time."

"We should get going," Mark thought out loud. "We don't know how late
those busses..."

"No, not yet," I said and I was forcing Mark and Chris to move. "I
told you, this might be the last time we're ever here. I want to make
love before we go."

"Stephy..." Chris laughed like he didn't believe me.

"So it's weird? I don't care." I shook my head. "We have to. I'm not
going anywhere until we do."

"Uh..." Mark rubbed his jaw. "I guess, um...We could do it..."

"Since it's important," Chris agreed, but they really thought I was
crazy, I was sure. 

Maybe I was.

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

"It's cold out tonight," Mark said, but we were warming up and it
wasn't really that bad.

The comforter was big enough that we could actually double it over us,
with Chris near the fold, me in the middle, and Mark on the other side
of me. That was probably why he was complaining, since the comforter
was just a little too short and left his bare butt exposed. I thought
it was kind of funny though and I promised him that I'd make sure he
didn't freeze to death.

We'd all undressed and for being three fugitives from a murder, this
was probably the last thing we should have been doing. The last thing
anyone would have guessed we were doing, for sure. I'd made up my mind
though, for reasons I wasn't sure I understood, that if I was going to
leave my home behind and run off to New York City with my two
boyfriends, I wanted one last experience to remember. Something
special that I could take with me wherever we went, and so I wanted to
make love there by the old bridge. It was our special place and it
hadn't been very hard to talk the two boys into it, they needed to
lose some of their nervous energy too.

I was on my back and Chris was to my right, facing me and kissing my
right breast while he played with the left one. His right leg was over
my thigh and I could feel his hard cock against my leg, he was moving
it against me slowly, humping himself against me gently while Chris
sucked my swollen nipple between his lips. I cradled him with my right
arm, stroking his hair blindly because Mark was kissing me.

He was on his right side, with one arm beneath me while his left hand
worked gently against my humid pussy, playing between the moist folds
of my slit. His tongue was deep in my mouth and I was moaning into his
kiss while my left hand played with his huge cock. I was squeezing and
stroking him, enjoying as always the way it felt, all hot and heavy
and alive. Mark was so big, I was always amazed that he could get that
cock of his inside me, but he'd been doing it ever since my fifteenth
birthday more than a year previously.

Chris sucked my left tit hard and his hand played roughly with my
right breast. I liked it that way, tender at first, but then harder as
we went on. My nipples burned almost painfully and I pulled my mouth
away from Mark's just long enough to urge Chris to bite them. I didn't
know why that felt so good, I only knew it did, and I shivered as I
felt Chrissy's teeth against my soft skin. He didn't bite too hard,
not like he'd break the skin or anything, but I could feel it nice and
I arched my back as I tried to get more of those good feelings.

Mark drew my lips back to his and he was almost desperate it seemed.
He'd fucked Chris' mom, Wendy, and I thought he felt bad about it.
Almost certainly he felt bad for Chris, but I felt nothing about it
really. She was a bad woman and she'd held the love Mark and Chris
shared over his head the same way Georgie had held it over mine. 

I suppose Mark hadn't really minded so much, except for the fact that
it was his boyfriend's mom he was fucking, I mean Wendy was pretty
good looking and I knew Mark had definitely noticed, so he might have
fucked her anyway, but I didn't think so. Mark loved Chris too much
for that; he knew it would only hurt his friend when Chris found out.

Whatever the reason though, Mark was seriously kissing me and it was
nice. I liked his big fingers on my pussy too and I spread my legs for
him, as much as I could between my two boyfriends, inviting him to
explore me deeper. I shifted my hips, lifting my butt slightly as I
felt Mark's long thick middle finger sinking into the warmth of my
sex. It felt a thousand times better than it had with Georgie at the
dinner table. Mark was fingering me now, my first love, and he felt so
good in there. 

"Ohhh yesss..." I hissed, exhaling hot stale air and then drinking the
cool night into my lungs.

"You're so nice inside, Stephy...So warm..." Mark buried his face in my
hair, kissing my scalp.

"Get me uhhhmmm...Wet...Ready for Chris..." I sighed, turning my head so I
could kiss Chrissy's head as he mouthed my tits.

"Chris always gets to go first," Mark protested, but not seriously.

"He just gets me ready for you, big boy." I giggled and it was true.
Mark had a very large cock, almost too large sometimes, but Chris was
perfect and he opened me up so that it was especially nice to fuck
Mark afterwards.

"Maybe we should do it a different way." Mark smiled at me.

"Oh yeah?" I started looking at Mark, but Chris had lifted his mouth
and he wanted a kiss.

I was careful, or I tried to be, since Chris' bottom lip was swollen
and cut, just a little. He'd gotten hit with Georgie's fist, or
something, and I kissed his wound softly before yielding my mouth to
Chrissy's delicate tongue.

"You could make love to both of us at the same time," Mark offered,
watching us kiss. "Let Chris try fucking that sweet little ass of
yours."

"Ummm...Ohhh..." I smiled after a nice long kiss and looked at Mark.
"While I fuck you with my pussy, you mean?"

"Yeah." Mark grinned. "Unless you want me to..."

"My butt? Not you!" I laughed softly and looked at Chris. "Do you want
to fuck my ass?"

"Oh yeah." He was already smiling.

"You have to go kinda slowly though. Mark and me only did a couple
times and it kind of hurt," I said, but I was excited by the idea.
Mark was too big for my ass, but Chris might fit me just fine back
there. 

"I'll be careful," Chris promised seriously. "You know that."

"I know," I nodded and then giggled a little self-consciously. "This
is going to be so weird."

"Nah." Mark was rubbing my clit slowly and she was hard and electric
with excitement. "You're going to love it."

"You mean you guys will love it." I rolled my eyes. "I'm not really
big down there."

"Yeah, but girls stretch," Mark chuckled. "Come here, let me in
first."

"Oh, so that's why you want to do it?" I teased him, moving so I could
get out of Mark's way as he slid towards the middle of the comforter.
"So you can go first for a change?"

"Hmmm...Maybe," Mark grinned. "I saw it in a movie once. It just looked
cool."

"A movie? Porn?" Chris laughed "Stephanie the porn star."

"Ha!" I giggled. "My dad finds out you guys did this to me and..."

"We'll be moving to Africa, we know." Mark grinned and I was
straddling him, keeping my sex high enough so I could reach down and
guide his huge cock to my tiny hole.

I rubbed Mark's cockhead back and forth over my slit, which I always
enjoyed. Sometimes I just liked to ride his shaft with my pussy, not
taking him inside, but sliding my labia back and forth along the
length of him. It always felt sweet and I could even cum just from
that sometimes, Mark too and that always made me giggle.

"Ohhhh...There...Okay..." I talked to myself a lot when Mark fucked me,
which seems kind of silly, but we had to go slow and it did help for
some reason.

"God! I love watching you guys fuck," Chris said and he'd moved his
head down to Mark's hard stomach, laying his cheek on his boyfriend's
body so he could watch as Mark's cock slowly invaded my pussy.

Mark was letting me do all the work and I had my hands behind me, on
Mark's thighs, sort of leaning back as I'd lower myself a little and
then lift up, taking a little more of that big dick every time. I
could see Mark had reached down Chrissy's back as the boy lay on his
side, and he fingered Chris' asshole slowly, working his finger in and
out while Chris kissed Mark's stomach and watched us.

"Let me suck you..." I breathed, once I had all of Mark in my pussy. 

I felt stuffed full of cock and my pussy was a little tender, probably
because of that punch that Brittany had given me, but also because I
hadn't been very wet for Georgie when he'd raped me, but he hadn't
really hurt me at least. 

"Oh yeah. Get me nice and wet for your butt, Steph." Chris giggled and
he stood up slowly, none of us feeling the chill night air now. We
were hot and focused on other things.

Chris stood over Mark while I sat on the bigger boy's cock, and I
opened my mouth eagerly, reaching out to take Chris by the hips, the
same way Mark was now holding me. I took the head of Chrissy's cock in
my mouth first, licking around it and savoring the taste of him. He
was musky and salty with sweat as Chris hadn't had a chance to wash
himself, but I didn't care. I loved his maleness, the distinctive
flavor of his cock and I swallowed my saliva mixed with his precum
happily.

Mark was digging his fingers into my hips and getting somewhat
impatient maybe, as we hardly moved at all. I was getting used to him,
my small pussy stretched tight around his thickness and when we did
begin to move it was more of a grinding, gentle motion than in and
out. Mark knew I liked it that way a lot and he'd go along with it for
awhile. It would get me even more hot and wet so that he could fuck my
cunt hard later, which was what he always wanted most.

I worked Chrissy's cock for a good five minutes, making sure I got him
nice and wet all over and he was enjoying the sloppy blow job I was
giving him. It would have been nice to bring him off too, except I was
getting seriously primed for a good hard fuck and taking Chris in my
ass was going to be something brand new for us. I wanted it bad, even
if it might hurt a little bit. 

"Are you ready to fuck me?" I smiled up at Chris, licking my lips and
he was grinning at me.

"Yeah, I'm ready," he quickly agreed. 

"Okay, let's do it then." I giggled and I felt my heart stutter with
pleasure as I gave the tip of his penis one last kiss and then let it
go.

After everything else that had happened that day, why not finish it
with a...

"What do they call this?" I asked Mark, as Chris moved behind me.

"Uh...Double Penetration? I think." He smiled up at me. "You need to
bend over...Kiss me."

Yeah, I thought, why not finish with a double penetration thing?
Georgie had been right about one thing, I was a total slut, but only
for my boyfriends. He thought I'd be his little sex toy or something,
but he didn't understand anything about love.

Too bad for him.

If that sounds cold, like really bad saying that about a guy who might
be dead, I didn't care. He'd hurt me, probably forever, and even
though I was acting like he didn't, and pretending like everything was
okay, it wasn't. I was just being tough, the same way Mark and Chris
were, cause that was how we could deal with it. I wasn't happy Georgie
was probably dead, but it didn't bother me either. I was just numb
mostly and I tried to put him out of my head.

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

"You have to push hard, dude. Okay?" Mark grinned at Chris. "I'll hold
her, she won't go anywhere."

"You're going to hold me down?" I giggled.

"I don't want to hurt her," Chris said.

"Well, you know how it feels." Mark laughed. "Just make sure you use a
lot of gel." 

"A lot of jelly!" I grinned over my shoulder at Chris. "I want you to
do it, so just..." I shrugged, "...do it."

"No matter what she says later." Mark was pulling me down so that my
tits were against his chest and that felt pretty nice.

"No matter what?" Chris didn't sound so sure.

"Yeah," I breathed. "No matter what, you just fuck me hard. Except...Not
too hard!"

"Whatever you say, Steph," Chris giggled nervously.

"You're going to get seriously fucked now," Mark whispered and he
grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling my pale butt cheeks apart for
Chris.

"About time." I stuck out my tongue and Mark lifted his head to kiss
it.

"Let me get her wet first..." Chris was saying and then I gasped as I
felt his tongue against my tightly puckered anus.

"Oh yeah...Yeah..." I nodded and closed my eyes because I liked that
feeling a lot, plus with me bent over against Mark's body, his big
dick had an entirely new angle inside me and it was pushing me hard
inside, like all the way at the bottom of my cunt.

I kissed Mark deeply, moving my hips a little cause I couldn't help
it. Chrissy's tongue on my ass was crazy good! Like a hot, wet
butterfly playing around my asshole, and he pushed the tip against the
tiny rosebud of my sphincter, trying to get inside. Mark was inside my
pussy though and that didn't leave much room at all between my legs.
It was going to be insane trying to get Chris' cock inside my little
asshole.

I sucked Mark's tongue and moved my body around, enjoying the way my
nipples were itching and burning and rubbing themselves raw against
the soft brown hair on Mark's chest. He felt so big and warm and while
he held me I was safe and loved; and Chris was there too, making me
feel good now with his mouth. He had my asshole slick with spit and I
felt Chrissy's lips go lower, kissing the soft skin between my ass and
pussy, which was stretched and pulled by the huge cock in my pussy,
and then he was licking me there too. Chris was licking both of us
really, working his tongue across Mark's shaft and my swollen pussy
lips, stretched like pink rubber bands around Mark's cock. 

It was intense how good that felt and I suddenly gasped as I felt
Chrissy's cool wet fingers on my ass. He'd squeezed out a lot of that
KY Jelly stuff him and Mark used, and now he was working it around my
little sphincter and then inside me gently. Before I knew it, Chris
had pushed the tip of a finger into my ass easily. He opened me up
slowly and then worked it in deeper as he brought his tongue back to
my anus. That stuff didn't really taste like anything anyway. I'd
kissed and licked both Mark's cock and Chrissy's anus before, I mean
when they used it, and it was like water really. It was amazing how
slippery it was though. I'd had my ass fingered before and I liked it,
but having Mark kissing me and fucking me while Chris not only
fingered me, but kissed me there as well? It was lighting some serious
fires in my belly and I was moaning into Mark's mouth.

Chris knew I was ready too. He couldn't get me much more slippery back
there than I was and I gave a breathless nod, staring down into Mark's
smiling eyes as Chris knelt behind me, straddling Mark's thighs and
bringing his well lubricated cockhead to my anus. Mark held me tight
too, he wasn't kidding about that. He was going to keep me in one spot
and I suppose if I'd really started to protest, they'd stop. Of course
they would, but Mark wasn't going to just let me chicken out either.
It had been about six months since the last time we'd tried anal sex
and I'd been able to take maybe half of Mark's dick, at the most. This
time I wanted all of Chris in my ass. I wanted to know how it felt to
be completely stuffed with two cocks at once.

"Ummmphhh..." I groaned into Mark's mouth and he was holding my head now
with one hand, his other arm was wrapped tight around my waist. I
loved that too. I loved them both and everything else, and even after
the thing with Georgie, this was perfect. This was what I needed to
remind me that life went on and bad things didn't last forever. Love
was healing me, I thought, and that silly thought only makes sense
when it happens. But it's still true.

Chris was pushing against my asshole hard, super hard it seemed to me,
and my butt was too small. Mark was in my pussy, his big cock taking
up way too much room and there was no way Chris was going to get in my
ass. I felt his penis hard and hot and I tried to relax, to think
happy thoughts because these were my boyfriends, the two boys I loved,
and I wanted to do this for them. I concentrated on kissing Mark,
since he wasn't going to let me do anything else, and my little
sphincter slowly opened around the smooth slick glans of Chrissy's
hard cock.

It hurt, but not too badly, not at first. He opened me enough to
squeeze the head inside and I could feel it there with my anus
stretching wider and wider, feeling funny and neat and only a little
uncomfortable until his cockhead seemed to pop inside and Chris
relaxed for a moment. He massaged my back and told me he was in, as if
I couldn't tell. He grabbed my ass with both hands, spreading me apart
with his thumbs and he gave me a sudden thrust, catching me completely
unprepared, but it worked. An inch or maybe more surged into my
asshole and I grunted and then gave a muffled groan as it burned and
my ass resisted too late.

Chris started fucking me then, he was in me good and he worked himself
in and out, and it was like I'd never been fucked back there before in
my life. Chris felt huge, bigger even than Mark, and I could feel his
cock in my pussy, or something. The walls were thin down there, the
soft tissue already stretched by Mark's cock was being rubbed my
Chrissy as he fucked his cock deeper and deeper into my ass. It hurt,
like a sharp pain when he really pushed hard, followed by just a dull
throbbing sensation in between, but we were doing it and all I could
think was, Thank God we used that lube stuff!

Mark didn't move, he just kept holding me tight and kissing me,
gagging me with his tongue so that all my sounds were soft and weak.
Chris thrust his cock inside me harder, since it seemed like I was
okay with it, but I think if Mark hadn't been holding me so tight I'd
have told him to stop, or at least slow down. But I couldn't, and so
he didn't, and Chris fucked me nice and hard and the pain was bad for
a little bit. Sweat broke out on my body, followed by goosebumps and I
shivered, jerking hard when Chris finally lunged into me. I was just
wondering how much more cock he could have when I realized he was all
the way inside. His balls were pressed right up against my swollen
pussy where it swallowed Mark's thick shaft.

Both of my boyfriends were balls deep in my sixteen year old body and
we stopped for a long breath of air and a chance to get used to it and
Chris was giggling, and I smiled and glanced at him over my shoulder.

"That hurt a little," I licked my lips and nodded.

"You're so tight, Steph. I'm sorry," Chris said and he looked a little
apologetic, but not too much. Mostly he looked like a blonde angel to
me, one trying to ignore how good my tight, hot butt must have felt
around his dick.

"Are you okay now?" Mark asked me.

"Yeah...I just...Wow!" I laughed. "I feel like, I don't know...I'm stuffed
down there...Like both you guys are three times bigger than normal."

"That's funny." Chris grinned at me. "You feel three times smaller
than normal to me."

"Feels the same to me," Mark chuckled and then he surprised me as he
started to move.

"Whoa...God!" I widened my eyes because Mark fucking my pussy while
Chris was stuffed in my ass felt...Incredible.

"What?" Mark stopped. "Did it hurt?"

"No..." I purred happily. "Do that some more!"

"Oh yeah," Mark nodded and then he was moving, just thrusting up into
me over and over and it was fantastic. 

Chris was fucking me too, both boys finding some kind of rhythm
together, and it worked best when one would pull out while the other
pushed in. All the pain went away then and it was like, I don't know,
the best feeling in the world as my pussy was just pushed and massaged
and caressed, one way and then the other, and those two cocks rubbing
against each other, my God, I was going to cum! My ass burned and it
felt like I had a cramp or something, not sharp anymore, but dull and
hot, and it wasn't that bad. Chris could really fuck my ass now and he
must have been leaking precum like crazy because my asshole was slick
as he shoved his cock repeatedly into my rectum, stretching my asshole
taut around him while my pussy tried to milk Mark like my life
depended on it.

I was cumming hard after about two minutes, collapsing onto Mark's
chest and kissing him frantically, breathing words of love and
promising my two boyfriends they could do this to me whenever they
wanted. This double penetration thing was good, fuck me, I was going
crazy with it. My ass was rocking as I fucked myself back against
them. I wanted them driving me hard, like pulling all the way out and
slamming in, I didn't care if it hurt, it was feeling too good.

They did it like that too, especially Chris who had the good angle for
fucking the daylights out of my ass. He would pull almost all the way
out and then slide that banana shaped cock hard and deep just as Mark
was pulling back. It put me on cloud nine and my toes were curling, my
fingernails digging so hard into Mark's shoulders that I must have
been drawing blood, and all I could do was beg them to fuck me harder.
I thought every fuck was the best one, I mean that's just the way it
is with good sex, but that first double fuck with my boyfriends, that
one was the best all time. 

I started cumming and I don't think I stopped for ten minutes, which
was longer than it took to get Chris and Mark off. I was only barely
aware that Chris was cumming, he was fucking my ass like it was my
pussy by then and he said something about it, but I was off in my own
little world, and the only thing I was really aware of was the sudden
surge of heat that filled my bowels when Chris started shooting his
cum into my well fucked ass. He emptied his balls without stopping
too. Like usually when Chris was cumming he'd stop moving, but not
this time. He was fucking me and cumming and not even slowing down.

Mark came too, about a minute later, I think, or less than that maybe.
I was still cumming anyway, so time didn't mean a thing to me. It
could have been three days later for all I knew. But I felt his sperm
shooting into my womb, and I mean straight into it too. Mark always
got deeper than I was, if that makes sense. His cockhead was jammed
right up against my cervix, just cause there was no other room for it,
and that was why we always had to start slow. It hurt when we didn't,
and it could hurt a lot, but when it was good, like it was then, it
was better than anything. Mark sprayed his cum straight into the
deepest part of me, like a hot buttery fist into my uterus. 

It just knocked me out and I was crying for the umpteenth time that
day, but this was a good cry. I was praying that nothing would ever
separate us. I loved those two boys so much and fate had brought us
together and I wasn't ever going to let them go. I wasn't crying
because my orgasms were so good, I was crying because I was in love
and the way they made my body feel right then, that was the way they
made my heart, or maybe even my soul feel all the time. Nobody can
know what that's like until you've met the one, or two people that
you're meant to be with. We were complete, like one person when we
were together, and fucking both of my boyfriends at the same time was
as close to that physically as we could get.



end of 14
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