Mark wasn't idle either. He eased his cock in and out by holding my legs and moving them around Tony's magical hands. My ass moved from side to side and rolled up and down, just enough to stroke his cock. I wrapped my mouth around Tony's cock again, trapping the crimson head between my teeth and working it over with my tongue. I washed it. I cleaned the river of oil from its tiny entrance. Then I opened my jaw so it could slide further into my mouth.
Keeping my lips firmly clamped around its base, I nibbled and gnawed lightly all the way along the top and bottom, as his cock sank deeper. I could tell by the way the boy's body was tensing that I was driving him nuts. Mark wasn't doing so bad himself. He was exciting my ass and filling my pussy with a growing pool of cuntjuice. My jaws opened as wide as they'd go as I sank all the way onto Tony's meat. My nose pressed against his balls and my lips snagged his curly pubic hair. I moved my head in a circle and heard the boy gasp with pleasure. 'Oh Jesus!' he moaned as I did it again.
I pulled back and filled my lungs with hot air. Reaching up, I held the flap of the sleeping bag for a second, filling the bedroll with a fresh supply of air. Then I pulled his hips back toward my face, driving his prick into my throat. Mark moved my legs, and my pelvis rolled and ground against him. His balls rubbed my ass. Tony's fingers scraped and rubbed my cunt, followed the movement of the cock in my asshole, making me climb higher and higher.
My back ached and my neck strained, but I wouldn't have stopped for anything. I felt Tony's pulsing cock lodge in my throat. I shook my head up and down several times to excite his prick. Tony lowered one hand to my ripe tits. I sighed and purred as he pressed my nipple into the fatty part of my tit. I ignored the ache in my lungs and continued to suck the cock in my mouth. Tony's legs were tensing and felt like heavy steel bands beneath my face. His balls were quivering and the muscles were pulsing between his hairy ass and stiff cock. I could feel his prick swelling and growing longer. Then it began to really throb.
He surged forward. I gobbled up another inch of hair and flesh. The shivering boner erupted, spurting its seminal fluid into me by the bucket load. I felt the throbbing purple veins as they scraped my cheeks. The yeast- flavored slime slid down my throat. It clung to the walls of my throat like snot. It blocked my throat for a few seconds. The rest backed up. It squirted around the swollen prick and flooded my mouth. I ran out of air, choked on the jism, and came up for air. Leaning on my elbows, I coughed and sputtered while he drained his last bit of cum onto the cloth under me.
As soon as I'd swallowed the sperm and spit, I sank back. I picked up the shrinking cock and started to clean it with my tongue. Mark was still working on my rectum. Now that Tony was satisfied, I could concentrate on the prick inside my ass. I quickly found I could tense my lower muscles. It made my asshole slide up on the staff as well as squeeze it. I'd sink back when I relaxed. The boy gasped and shook as I started. Having discovered how well it worked, I kept at it until I grew too tired. Tony fingered me and toyed with my curt and tits. I was seething and boiling in heat.
In minutes I found all my thoughts and feelings centered on my need and the prick poking at my tender bowels. I can't describe how wonderful my need was at that moment. It was like being trapped in a whirlpool of delight! I was drowning in excitement! Mark was feeling it too. His thighs turned to steel under me. His fingers gouged the skin of my calves and bruised the muscles. He was panting loudly.
Just as I reached my crest and started over the top, he lunged forward, driving his big cock as deep as it would go. We experienced our orgasm together! It was a fulfilling, intimate experience. I should have shared it only with Mark. I resented Tony for being there. It wasn't right! I was angry! I wanted to bite Tony's cock. Instead I relaxed and rode the beautiful orgasm out, enjoying it for what it could have been, instead of what it was.
Tony managed to make me even unhappier. When Mark and I finished the ass-fuck and disconnected, I thought I was done. I wasn't. Tony's cock had stiffened again and he wanted to fuck me with it. I had just climaxed. I didn't want to be fucked any more. I was full of cock and fucking for the night. The boy insisted. I knew I couldn't refuse so I lay back and got fucked. He plopped down on top of me as soon as I'd twisted around and shoved his cock into my cunt.
The meat rubbed all the right spots. It sloshed in the honey which had pooled at the end of my pussy. It buffed my clit. It stretched my cunt. I just couldn't enjoy it. I was being used. I was taken advantage of and didn't like it. I wanted Mark and that was all! The hair on Tony's chest brushed my nipples and his stomach bounced against mine. But my nipples stayed soft and flat.
For the first time since I'd found this new way of life I wasn't enjoying sex. I squirmed restlessly under him, hoping he'd hurry and finish. He fucked in and out in long, even strokes. To make it worse, he'd come once and was having a hard time getting his gun to explode again. He strained and struggled. Sweat poured off him as he worked. I struggled to hold out myself. I needed to piss and shit. If he kept it up much longer, my belly would give out and I'd lose my supper all over him.
Much to my relief he finally managed to trigger an explosion so he could roll off me. I struggled out of the confining bedroll. Limping slowly through the cold night, I made the trek to the outdoor toilet and relieved myself. Then I returned to the shack. I fell asleep wedged between the two naked boys, their hands attached to all my most personal parts. My dreams were of home, of my parents, church and school. Memories of the days before. I was homesick.
That was impossible and I knew it even as I dreamed. I couldn't go back. Even if my parents would accept me, and I was able to hide what I'd become, I wouldn't be able to face our neighbors or my friends. I was a legal adult and on my own. There could be no turning back.
The first seeds of unhappiness had been sown that night. I didn't know if I'd stay or leave. Mark shook me roughly and I woke up. I had crying in my sleep. 'What's wrong?' he whispered. 'Nothing,' I whispered, trying to hide my hurt. Tony grunted and turned his back to us. I snuggled against Mark, content for the moment because I had him to myself.
'Did we hurt you?' he asked in a concerned voice. 'Just my feelings.' 'Come on,' he whispered, slipping quietly out of the bag.
I waited for him to dress, wrapped a blanket around me to keep warm, and followed him from the shack. He led me quietly past the other shacks to a spot outside, sheltered from the breeze. We propped ourselves against a rail fence and he cuddled me in his arms. We talked for a long time and he worked out my entire life history, not to mention what was bothering me at the moment.
I felt completely drained when I was done. I wanted to be loved. I needed to be held and cuddled. Mark wrapped his arms around me tighter. He held me protectively. The ache in my heart had swelled to the bursting point as I told him my story and now it broke free. I hadn't wanted it to.
He held me awkwardly as I cried it all out. Then, lifting my tear-streaked face, he kissed away the salty drops. He crawled into the shelter of my blanket. I mashed myself against him in a desperate attempt to be comforted. Mark tenderly wrapped his big arms around me. He petted my shoulder as I nestled my head against his chest. I began to feel better. Slowly, as we lay together, the ache started to go away. His hand strokes got longer, covering the entire length of my naked sides and hips. His fingers brushed the side of my tit and I melted against him. As his fingers explored more intimate spots, my mood changed. Suddenly I wanted to wash the memory of our earlier, tarnished fuck out of my mind. I wanted to try for a perfect union while I had him completely to myself.
I thrilled to the sound of his heart as it beat beneath my ear, and I shivered, as his finger traced the crack of my ass.
'Please make love to me…” I breathed contentedly. He-kissed the top of my head and worked a hand between our bodies. He lifted one of my breasts. I was in love with him and couldn't help it. I 'dropped my hands to his lap and fumbled until I got his pants unbuttoned. Then I worked his cock out of his undershorts. His hands slipped between my legs. They found my cunt as I spread my thighs. His cock stiffened. I teased the head with my thumbnail and it sprang to life. Wrapping my fingers around the handsome prick, I moved my fist slowly up and down.
Mark's fingers found the opening to my pussy and pushed inside. My hand slid up and down and his moved in and out. We lay in each other's arms and matched stroke for stroke. I basked in his attention, deluding myself that he was in love with me. Drops of honey caught in my curly pubic hair and clung there like dew. I tilted my head and our lips met tenderly.
We lay side by side enjoying a tender build up. It must have been close to three in the morning when we finally fucked and he filled me with his cock. It was everything I needed to be complete again. It was the staff of
