Message-ID: <57776asstr$1213895404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: x1g2000prh.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: rache <rache696@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <323a08aa-b758-4e8a-92cb-323e381444cf@x1g2000prh.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2008 02:38:18 +0000 (UTC) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: x1g2000prh.googlegroups.com; posting-host=222.127.245.29; posting-account=JabuVAoAAACpzQZHTRyS7ub3Un5mIVxy User-Agent: G2/1.0 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 5.1; .NET CLR 1.0.3705; .NET CLR 1.1.4322; Media Center PC 4.0; .NET CLR 2.0.50727; MEGAUPLOAD 2.0),gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) X-Spam-Prev-Subject: Bi High 3 ch.3 by Rebecca Stancil (mmf, romance, teen) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2008 19:38:18 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Bi High 3 ch.3 by Rebecca Stancil (mmf, romance, teen) X-Original-Subject: [spam 5.6] Bi High 3 ch.3 by Rebecca Stancil (mmf, romance, teen) Lines: 338 Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2008 13:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2008/57776> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman Bi High Book 3 by High School Sweetheart Part 03 "Fuck my tits," I was giggling, on my back now and looking up as Mark straddled my body. "Yeah, squeeze your tits together for me, Stephy," Mark was smiling, pressing his cock into the creamy valley between my breasts. I pushed them close around him, covering the tops with my fingers, trapping that huge dick right where I wanted it. This was pretty new, and pretty cool, having Mark make love to my body like that, fucking my boobs while I tilted my head down, watching and giggling and sticking my tongue out so I could lick at the head of Mark's cock when it was close enough for me to reach. "You guys need baby oil," Chris giggled and he was coming back from the bathroom after cumming in my ass. "Oh, thanks, man!" Mark grinned at his boyfriend as Chris started squeezing slippery oil from a plastic bottle over my tits and fingers and Mark's cock. "Ummmm..." I laughed and Mark was fucking my tits nicely, working his oily cock back and forth slowly and he was so big I could kiss the tip when he slid all the way forward. It was so sexy like that, his cum filled balls sliding over my pale skin and his penis was hot, burning as it worked its way back and forth. My nipples were hard and burning and that oil was warm and cool at the same time, bringing goosebumps to my excited flesh. We were making a serious mess, but we didn't care. There was a laundromat around the corner and we'd clean it all up later. Sex was fun when it was messy and there was already a wet spot growing under my ass from Chrissy's sperm trickling out of my sore butt. "You guys want some donuts?" Chris asked and he was getting dressed and that just made me laugh more. "Yeah, dude, get some of those cream filled ones," Mark told him, like we weren't having sex at all. He was straddling my body, bare butt naked with his huge cock and big old balls sliding between my baby oiled tits, and he acted like it was completely normal. God, that was so cool! How was I ever gonna go back home? "Cream filled!" I giggled and my left tit, all slick with oil slipped under my hand and I had to grab it again, pressing it against Mark's dick. "And some orange juice," Mark nodded. "Some milk, please!" I called and Chris just shook his head, putting on his shoes. Mark reached behind him, fingering my cunt and making me nod and hitch a sharp breath as I looked up into his eyes. This was really good; way better than going to church on Sunday mornings, but I did sorta miss that too. I liked going to church. It just felt right, you know? Even if it was boring sometimes. At least I could play little eye games with Mark while we were there and sometimes my mom would catch us and she'd give my hip a sharp pinch. But I liked that too and I missed it a lot. But tit fucking was pretty good too and I don't know why it felt so good for me, but it did. I guess it was just cause it was my body, like I wanted Mark to fuck every part of me. Not just my pussy or my mouth, or even my ass someday. I liked feeling his cock on my skin too. Sometimes he'd just rub himself on my thigh, or I'd play with his cock with my feet while we watched television on the tiny TV set that came with the room. Or sometimes he'd give me a massage and Mark was really good at that. He had big calloused hands, but they were incredibly gentle somehow, hard and soft all at once and I didn't mind their roughness. It just reminded me that Mark knew how to work, you know? He was so strong and he'd get on my thighs, his cock riding across my ass, like sliding along the deep crack between my butt cheeks, and he'd rub me so nice that I never wanted him to stop. We had all kinds of sex and all the time, but it wasn't always fucking. It was just touching and being close and, I dunno, being together. I loved it. I loved them, Mark and Chris, and sex was so normal for us now. I'd try and remember the times when it was something really serious, like back before we even knew Chris. Mark and I would like make plans for how and when and where we would have sex, and it so...Serious. It was weird and fun and special, sure, but this was better. It wasn't really serious at all, well it was serious, but I mean it was funny and cool and so relaxed. We could talk about getting donuts while we fucked, I mean that's how cool it was, and Mark and Chris were so fine with it. Two boys sharing me and I was sharing both of them. It was perfect. Mark's cock was dark and oily and he fucked me faster after a few minutes, wanting to cum because we'd been fooling around for a long time and we both needed a bathroom. He was rubbing my pussy nice too, sort of leaning back and pushing with his hips and I was lifting my ass off the bed, feeling my pussy all hot and quivering inside. I almost wanted him to stop what he was doing and just fuck the daylights out of my pussy, but this was too nice. We had it down now and I really wanted to feel his sperm shooting on my face. That was my new thing too, like I was a total slut if he did that. Sometimes I sucked both him and Chris off, just so they'd both cum on my face. It was a lot too, usually, and I'd get a real cum bath. Chris would always clean me up after too, he was really into that, and we'd make out while he used his tongue to lick up all the sperm and then we'd share it with kisses while Mark watched. "Cum on my face...Shoot it...I want it..." I was breathing the words, watching that cock fucking my body and Mark was right there. "Oh fuck, Stephy...Yeah..." He didn't stop moving, he just kept sliding his dick between my tits and the first heavy jet of cum shot over my extended tongue and open mouth, all the way up to my forehead. Mark was cumming a lot, like he always did, and most of it sprayed onto my face, but a lot of it was on my neck and between my tits and it didn't matter. He kept fucking my tits, mixing his sperm up with the oil and I was licking around my mouth and giggling. He'd painted my face good with a couple shots and I could feel him on my cheeks and even see some on my nose and a little was running into my right eye, making me blink and water, just cause it was salty and a little annoying. "Heh!" I smacked my lips and let go of my boobs as Mark slowly got off me. He was licking his fingers, all wet with my juices, but I hadn't cum or anything. That was okay though, I still felt pretty good. "I gotta piss," Mark grinned and I just shrugged. "That's a bit more information than I need," I giggled, trying to remember where I'd heard that before. He was grabbing the towel off the back of our chair; we only had one of each in that little room. "Aww, you're going to use my towel?" I made a face. "I'm gonna take a shower," Mark looked at me. "Come on, I'll share." "We need more towels," I giggled. "Yeah, we need a lot of stuff, Stephy," Mark shrugged. "Hurry up. You can pee in the shower." "What?" I shook my head. "You're so gross." "What?" Mark was already going into the bathroom, which was tiny. "You never peed in the shower?" "Maybe when I was a kid," I told him, getting up slowly. "Probably never peed in a swimming pool either, huh?" Mark laughed. "I don't want to hear it, okay?" I stretched a little and scraped a finger across my cheek, finding a gob of sperm and I licked it clean. "Who keeps leaving the toilet seat down?" Mark called and I just groaned at him. I knew he was teasing me. "Hey, are you guys decent in there?" Chris knocked on the door, cause it was locked automatically and he hadn't brought the key. "I'm decent," I giggled, opening the door. "Mark's being pretty gross thoooo...oh...hi..." I turned seriously red and I stood there, naked with sperm on my face and neck, and my boobs and tummy all baby oiled up. I was all bed headed too and my pink pussy was sorta gaping wide open and my sore ass was leaking Chrissy's cum. I was a real mess and a long, long ways from decent! I only stood there for about three seconds before I had the good sense to run for the bathroom. "She's decent, ya!" I heard Derek's voice chuckling and Chris was giggling and the girl, Elsa was sort of sucking her cheeks, I thought, but I was already in the bathroom. "I asked!" Chris teased me in a loud voice and Mark gave me a funny look as he stood there, holding his flaccid, but still really big dick, and peeing into the toilet. Derek and Elsa were a couple kids from Germany. They were just about our age, a little older like eighteen years maybe, and hiking around the world or something. They were pretty nice, really cool and funny and we'd hung out with them for a bit. Most of the people staying at the hostel were young and from other countries, so we'd actually met quite a few people, but most of them were just there for a few days and then going someplace else. Derek and Elsa were staying for a week and it was almost up, then they were going to Montreal to check that place out. Anyway, when Chris asked if we were decent I thought he was joking, you know? Obviously he wasn't and I really felt pretty embarrassed, actually. It wasn't like I ran around New York City acting like a slut; it was just when we were alone, in our room, that I sorta let myself go. It was a fantasy, that's all. The rest of the time I was still me, like the good girl from back home, the innocent virgin, although I wasn't that good. I did hold hands and even kiss my boyfriends in public now, so it wasn't exactly the same as it was back in Iroquois County, but I didn't usually walk around naked and dripping cum in front of people either. Like who would? "Derek and Elsa are out there," I told Mark and he laughed at me. "It's not funny, look at me." "Yeah, I know," Mark was about done and he was shaking his dick and I always thought that was kinda cute. "Hurry up in there, Derek knows where we can get horses," Chris told us through the closed door. "He does?" I asked, sorta forget my humiliation for just a second. "We're gonna take a shower," Mark said. "Stephy is a mess." "Yeah, no doubt," Chris laughed. "We sorta noticed." "It's okay, Stephanie," Derek was saying in his accented voice. "Elsa is a messy girl too in the mornings. You should see her, ya?" "Uh, yeah," I giggled and I was always confused when I talked to Derek. Elsa didn't speak very much English at all, she just smiled a lot. "Good," Derek laughed and then said something in German to his girlfriend and she laughed too. "Dirty is goot, ya?" the girl said or asked or something and I giggled. "Sometimes," I agreed through the closed door and made a face at Mark. "The hell are you guys talking about?" Mark chuckled and he was turning on the shower. "I don't know," I laughed and spoke softly. "I'm just being friendly." The shower was very small, like everything else, and so Mark and I stood very close together, which I didn't mind at all. I washed him first, soaping his chest and sides as he faced me, looking up into his face as my hard nipples grazed his skin. The water was warm, but not really hot the way I liked it, but that was okay. I washed his cock slowly, taking my time and giggling as it grew hard in my soapy hands. "Down boy," I whispered and Mark had his arms around me, bending his lips to mine. "Turn around," he told me and I knew he was going to fuck me. "I have to pee," I said, not really making an excuse, but it was true. "So? Do it," he smiled and then kissed me again and it was hard, I mean mentally more than physically, but the water was washing us anyway, so I did pee while we kissed, and that was so weird. "Sorry," I breathed a minute later, cause I'd peed a lot and mostly on our legs and feet. "I don't mind," Mark was holding me close, his hands on my ass. "I love you." "I love you too," I promised and then he was turning me around and I just closed my eyes and smiled as Mark bent his knees, lowering himself so he could penetrate my pussy from beneath while we stood there. "Ummm..." I winced a little and then it was okay and Mark pushed himself in until I was literally standing tip-toe. I braced my hands against the wall, letting the soap go, and pushing my ass back so Mark could fuck me good from behind. We fucked like that all the time too, and I don't mean just in the shower, I mean whenever and wherever it happened to happen. Since we'd run away it was like we were a bunch of sex fiends, doing it three or four or five times a day. Really. And I had no idea where those guys were getting all that energy from. I guess being sixteen and seventeen year olds, Chris and Mark were just sperm factories anyway, but still. It was sort of wearing me out sometimes, but then we'd start fooling around and I wouldn't feel worn out at all. At least now I was getting my pussy filled again. I had been pretty frustrated with just giving them blowjobs and anal sex, although that hadn't been terrible either. But this was better; a girl needs to be fucked, you know? "Yeah...Fuck me..." I groaned and I was hot for it, just that quick. From zero to sex in a heartbeat, that was me. "What are you guys doing in there?" Chris was knocking on the door. "N-Nothing..." I gasped as Mark pushed extra deep and then giggled breathlessly. "Yeah, okay," Chris laughed and said something to Derek and Elsa. "Hey, I'm going to Derek's room," Chris told us. "Just come over there when you guys are done." "Okay, this won't...Ugh...Take long..." Mark answered for us and he was stroking my pussy nice with his big dick. "Put a baby in me..." I looked over my shoulder, smiling weakly as I was finally going to get my orgasm and Mark froze. "You're not..." He narrowed his eyes. "Not what?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm still on the pill, just...Pretend, okay?" "Oh, well...Sure." He looked relieved and I guess it wasn't really his fantasy to make me pregnant. "Never mind," I closed my eyes. "Just fuck me good now. Make me cum." I wasn't really disappointed, or mad or anything, but maybe it seemed like I was, I dunno. I just really wanted to get into that fantasy and it was maybe the first time I'd really mentioned it out loud, so I guess Mark did have a reason to wonder. I'm sure he had his little things, like all people do, and I didn't know all of them, so why should I expect him to know mine? Still, it would have been nice if he'd really been into it, playing along like he was going to put a baby in my tummy. Fuck his potent sperm right into my womb and knock me up so everyone could see it. That was going to make me cum, the idea of walking around school with my cheerleading outfit getting tighter and tighter every day until finally it didn't cover my belly anymore. I'd be all swollen with my golden skirt low around my hips and my red top stretched taut over my milk-filled tits, all big and heavy and dripping wet. And my tummy would be sticking out and...Oh yeah...I was cumming good thinking about that. Cumming all over Mark's thick member as he fucked it into me good, getting closer to his own orgasm, and that was going to set me off again, right at the end the way I liked it. cont>>>> -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+